Fallen Angel

Chapter 1 (Proto)

Another day, another fight continued on with Britain for the eighth time this week, and it was only Thursday. America ditched the Brit at the last meeting after saying some hateful things, things England didn't want to fight back about. And so, America returned home to Tonny and video games, regretting the fight he had started.

He wished him and England could just get along, be good friends. But every time, one of them screwed it up, they were both to blame and they could never get past each fight, it only led to another. He didn't understand the Brit, he didn't get why he couldn't just agree with the Hero and move on, forget the past and just get over it; there was nothing he could do.

He sat in his dark room with Tonny playing the most recent game he had bought, Alien Invader six, which Tonny got mad at because all the aliens did were blow people's head off. America only laughed at it though, not the blowing off heads part, but the whole concept of the game, he kept dying half the time in the game too; only because Tonny distracted him though. His game time was cut short however.

The game was interrupted by a huge crashing sound outside, which America automatically jumped up at. "Tonny! If it's your parents again, I'm gonna be really pissed they didn't call first!" America glared at the alien, who just shrugged a bit. America sighed and dropped the controller on the couch. "I'll go say hi I guess." He said walking out, he was so used to Tonny's parents or friends dropping by that he didn't expect it to be anything else. (It's so sad when you just know an alien space ship is in your back yard…)

America grabbed a flash light and headed toward the back. He looked outside; strange, usually there would be flashing lights or sounds or something, but there was nothing there. America blinked a bit and turned on his flash light, then walked out more. "Helloooo?" He called out, still silent. He started shivering a bit, thinking this was more like a horror movie than anything. He shook a bit as he walked out further, deciding to be the hero than run back into the house. When he saw the real object there, he wished he went back in the house.

"E-England?" He stuttered. He looked over a few bushes to see the Brit. England laid on the ground, unconscious and covered in dirt. The strange part was, he was in a Angel costume. The blank toga-like clothing, the sandals, the pure white wings, what he would turn into if he was drunk off his ass, which America assumed. "England! What the hell! ? How did you get back here! ?" He shut his mouth when he realized the Brit really was unconscious.

America quickly jumped through the bushes and got to the Brit. "England? Dude, wake up!" He shook the Brit. After a few minutes of nothing happening, America panicked. He picked England up like a child and carried him into the house. "Tonny! Get me a bucket of water and a cloth!" He called when he noticed the Brit was actually bleeding in a few places, especially his head. He brought England into his own bedroom, which he never did for anyone, and laid the Brit on the bed, trying to avoid getting feathers from the Brit's wings in his mouth. Tonny brought in the bucket and the cloth the American asked for and placed it on the floor, then ranted a "f*cking Limey" before walking out.

America dipped the cloth into the bucket and wetted it. He then placed in on the Brit's cuts, gently cleaning them as the Brit's eyes twitched a bit. America couldn't help but wonder, why the hell was England here? More importantly, why was he dressed like this? He really wanted to know, but he guessed he would just let England tell him when he woke up. Sadly, that was not the case.

England's eyes flew open and he jumped back as America jumped back the other why with the surprise. "E-England! A-Are you okay?"

"England?" He asked. "I'm not England." America blinked and got a stupid face.

"Haha! Good one Iggy!" He laughed. "You can't fool me with the eyebrows, and the cardboard wings! Hahaha!" England sat there and blinked.

"Please do not mock my eyebrows." England said. "And I am not this so called Iggy, nor are these wings cardboard."

"Hahaha! Yeah! Right!" America kept laughing. "And I'm the Queen of England! Hahaha!" England sighed with that. He stretched a bit and his wings spread out more, reaching much longer than cardboard ever would, and waved them a bit. America immediately shut up and stared widely at the boy.

"W-What? T-Those are real?…" he asked. England nodded. "What the heck are you! ?"

"An angel." He said. "My name is Britannia Angel. I'm here to help you."

OOOOOOThank you~

So a new story~ Just a little proto for now~

I do not own the characters used in this, nor do I own the anime they are from.