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The Demon Dimension was horribly dreary place. Years upon years of only cloudy red skies (sometimes a swirl of purple or yellow can be seen on occasion), buildings made solely of metal, and absolutely nothing to do for a Demon Duke like America.
America was not the energetic type of demon. He was known for lazing about the Dimension from day to day and a deadpan face that on occasion disclosed a smirk or mischievous twinkling blue eyes. Relatively impassive personality aside, even America needed his dose of excitement and his home did not help.
Said demon was currently stuck in such a place, flying in a scorching hot air current over the Dimension. Cloud, cloud, random metal platform, cloud, metal skeleton of a skyscraper, cloud, cloud, cloud, damn there is nothing here. What's a guy gotta do to get some entertainment? the black haired demon thought with a huff. Human world, imp, id, anything would be welcome.
"Ameeerriccaaaa!"
Except for that.
America glanced over his shoulder. Sure enough, that damn red-haired nuisance was back again. Escape? He was one of the best fliers of all the Dukes but it would waste so much energy and there was the possibility of capture anyway. Attack? Bad idea; that would only exacerbate the problem. That only left…resign.
With a sigh America flew over to the closest platform, landed, and braced himself for what was to come. It would have been wise to crouch down, duck his head in-between his knees, and wrap his hands around his neck in a protective cover but his Pride wouldn't allow it. Not that it mattered anyway; he would be coming any se- Wham!
America was pitched forward several feet by the force of the five-hundred pounds of demon that crashed into him from behind. He kept his feet, however, and grimaced at the pair of arms that wrapped around him like a steel cage.
"England..."
"Oh America! It's been so long~," said a muffled sickly sweet voice into America's black jacket.
"Two days out of a thousand plus years hardly counts as long."
The arms tightened and the red-haired demon pulled himself closer to America's body, "It seems like a millennium when you're acting like this. Come on, America. Kiss me."
America sighed through neither smiling nor frowning lips. England's hands were dropping lower and America could feel his tail traveling up his pant leg. It was at times like these that the stoic demon cursed Arthur's Vice. All demons had Vices like Pride or Envy that determined both who they were and the magic they wielded and in most cases there would be one or two that would be more dominant. America, for example, was known for his Gluttony and on occasion Greed. Then there were those who had only one Vice and were known as Viceroys. America had seen them before and he was almost convinced that Arthur was one of them. How could any demon be so stubborn about getting into America's pants and not be a Lust Viceroy? If not for a particularly explosive fit of anger on England's part America probably would have believed England was one for many, many years.
But, as a seasoned veteran of the red-haired demon's advances, America calmly swapped the tail, pried the hands away from him, and pulled England around to face him. "No," America said simply.
"Why not? You were so…responsive in Calico. Don't you want another taste?" England's pink tongue swept over his lips, "I know I want a mouthful of you."
It was getting hard for America to keep the foot of distance from England, the latter was squirming like a snake and leaning forward bit by bit, "You took advantage of me that night in Calico and I do not want another slip-up or "taste" or whatever you call it."
England pouted, "Aww, you wound me; I thought that meant something." His tail was back again. America could feel it trailing his pants again, up, up, up… "Even so, why don't you play with me instead? There's nothing to do around this drab place when you're alone."
"I'd rather be alone." Damn, his hands were already occupied so he couldn't just grab England's tail and using his own tail was not the best idea; they tended to get tangled (it had happened before, it was impossible to get England off of him then). America was starting to get mildly annoyed. It was time to leave, "Stop, England."
England still fought against the force pushing him away, "No! Then you'd leave me!"
"I'll push you away and leave you if you keep this up," of course he was going to go anyway but America wasn't a liar.
The red-haired demon pouted and reluctantly stopped, standing with hands twitching with anticipation, "Please, stay?"
America spotted a mixture of shining and darkness to the right in his peripheral vision. A portal, a one way trip to the human world. A solution to both of his problems. All too easy to get to.
He allowed a small smirk, "Why not?"
"Damn Germany, damn America, damn Russia! I'll show you the power of the British Empire. I'll set you all straight!"
England, in the human world, was just about to summon a demon (instructions via How to Summon You Very Own Demon and Other Tasteful Fiends). Hopefully it would be a little more successful than his last two attempts. He shivered at the memory of a certain Russian head popping out of the last circle. This time England made sure to make revisions on his summoning techniques. This time there would be no mistakes.
He checked the book, herbs? Present. Incantation? Memorized. Summoning circle? Inspected to the very last detail and correct. Sacrifice? Well, that would have to wait seeing as how the book never really specified what exactly needed to be sacrificed. He made sure to put some of his blood in the writing of the circle though, to make sure the demon was bound to him.
Slow and steady, old chap, he thought to himself. With a deep breath he lifted the book and started to chant.
Denizen of hell, and servant to me,
For a demon powerful, I will pay the fee.
Come, answer my call and you shall be
The bane of thy master's enemy's key!
The complex circle began to glow as he spoke, shining by the time he finished. From the spaces dark matter seemed to be seeping and a breeze circled the basement, picking up the dust. England smiled; much better, it was already looking different from the last time. Then suddenly the darkness from the circle seemed to explode and knocked England to the ground. The country watched with a pounding heart as a black torrent rose from the circle with blue streaks of what looked like to be electricity. Slowly the darkness formed into the rough shape of a towering demon with massive bat-like wings and down-turned horns. Two electrified fires take the place of eyes that turned to look down at England.
The later swallowed and rose shakily to his feet, "Demon, I suppose y-you're here at my summoning," damn, he sounded pathetic but this is not Mint Bunny or Uni. Its mere presence made him want to curl up into a ball, "Y-you're supposed to do my b-bidding, correct? W-well, don't just stand there!"
The demon stared at him for a moment and England's mind reeled at the thought that it didn't work and the monster was going to pull him limb from limb or drag him down to hell or-
His thoughts were cut off when the demon's wings snap out then close around the demon itself. The circle dimmed until it's just plain chalk on the ground and the darkness of the demon seemed to condense, shrinking before Arthur. The black that stems at the base of the demon turns into legs clad in black pants and the moving darkness of the wings turn to black skin like a bat.
Eventually the wings unfolded to reveal a humanoid demon slightly taller than England. Black leather jacket with woolen white trim at the collar, horns like a rams nestled in jet black hair, and black tinted glasses that barley cover glowing blue eyes…
No, England thought as he looked over the demon, no, it can't be. It's a black, twisted version but there's no mistaking it; the demon is-, "America?"
The demon stepped toward England with hands in his pockets, "At your service."
"B-but, how can this be? Why are you here? H-how…?"
"Didn't you summon me?" flat eyes scanned the small nation, "Seems like you're having a hard time. You know you do remind me of a guy I know. Are you England?"
"Yes. Wait, you aren't the nation, America?" England looked over the demon again. He did have the face, hair, and clothing like the obnoxious nation but something was off. His expression, England realized suddenly, the doppelganger in front of him was missing the open emotion always so present in America's face. Instead he was faced with an impassive stare, no smile, no frown, nothing.
"No, I'm a demon. And you're obviously a human, nation, whatever. My only guess is that we're counterparts," he shrugged, "Whatever. If it confuses you too much I'm also called Acirem."
England, still stunned at the fact he summoned a tall, dark, demon America murmured, "Acirem," quietly.
"Soooo, since you summoned me here I guess I can give you a little something without price. After that, well, nothing comes without a little something."
"And what is your supposed price?" England asked a little apprehensively.
Acirem's tail flicked up, "Something to eat."
"Money? Food?"
"No," the demon stepped closer to England, looking down at him.
England gulped, all too aware of the pointy vampire like teeth poking out over the demon's lips, "My…body?"
He held his breath as America took an even closer step and started to bend down. He closed his eyes and waited.
There was a chuckle and England's eyes snapped open. Acirem was looking down at him with a slight smirk, "You look like you swallowed a lemon. For someone who looks like my England you sure don't act like him. Though you do think just as dirty," the demon moved out of his looming position, taking a step back, "But no, I need something much simpler: energy."
England scowled at the demon, "You're an absolute git. How am I going to give you energy?"
"There's a few ways. I can suck your blood but that's not appealing to most humans ("Most humans?" England sputtered.). The easiest way is to just take the energy that's keeping you up and running. Maybe a few days of your life or a month or a year, depending on what you want."
Just that? England was a nation; he could spare more than a few years, right? "Anything I want?"
Acirem had a feeling he would have a fine feast with this one, "What do you wish for, master?"
"My…body?"
The hands that clutched the seer orb started to shake.
America took a step forward, leaning down-
The orb shattered. Green eyes looked up blazing and crackling with fury.
"That bitch!"
Time for a trip to the human world.
AN: Oh boy do I feel bad. I haven't put up anything since last year! *shot* Anyway, I hope you guys like this, it's been on my mind all week long. I am an absolute sucker for Sweet Devil and in comparison to all the other AU's it's not as popular. Hope I didn't accidentally rob anyone of their story ideas!
Demon!America will be known as Acirem from now on. The name is really original I know :/ I'm probably going to have to change Demon!England's too, probably Ku or something horribly bland. I would have done it from the beginning but I didn't want you guys to think they were OCs (now that I think about it I could have probably done that and put a note at the top…).
Please, no comments on the incantation. I made it up on the spot -_-
For those of you waiting for Screeching Siren's Epilouge it IS coming. I've just had an eventful December. I promise to have it up before the month ends along with a looong one shot that I've been working on for awile(:
Thank you for reading and please REVIEW! It both makes my day and inspires me to write more.
