Full Summary -

Great Britain was said to have been destroyed by a freak natural disaster well that's what they guessed. No one was able to explain what happened even after extensive studies- no one knew what turned it into the thriving country into ghost town. Exactly 10 years after Britain's outlandish demise an American researcher named Alfred travelled to what people used to call London to look for any clues to explain what really happened to the country. Aflred however, found an Angel named Arthur. Arthur has no recollection of who or what he is and with Alfreds help they search for what really happened to the country and what Arthurs real purpose is.

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Italics = Alfreds thoughts

London Bridge is falling down~

Alfred made his way through the long settled rubble of the old city, his eyes constantly surveying the area for anything unusual. He takes notes on the lack of bones on the ground- as far as he had known no country had bothered to collect the remains for a memorial so where could the bones be? The sky is grey with the threat of rain and thunder, Alfred sighs.

I wonder how the people who lived here could endure the rain? It must get so boorrringgg to have the same weather every day!

A gust of wind blew his bomber jacket and tousled his golden wheat hair, Alfred couldn't help but feel that something went on here that was not natural- his guess being supernatural. He had always been into the thought of mythical and super-humans walking among the 'normal' and his fascination with the thought of not knowing what caused the collapse of Britain peaked his interest and intrigued his strange obsession. But after days of finding nothing but desolate ruins, not even his overly optimistic side of him could stop his ultimate disappointment.

It's turning late, I guess this is another wasted day of searching better set up camp again... oh how I'd love a macdonalds right now!

He ran his hand through the now disheveled hair with yet another sigh of frustration and started to unpack his military green rucksack (that was plastered with the American flag) searching for his folded tent. After a good few minutes of searching he gave up and just emptied the whole contents of the bag onto the mud plastered floor - causing a loud clatter.

"Bloody 'ell" an unknown voice shouted. Alfred jumped in surprise, he was never too good at surprising or scary situations. Alfred, who was now rushing with adrenaline from being scared, ran over to where he suspected the owner of the strangely British accent. His eyes searched the ground until they looked straight into the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen, they were a lush emerald green. The eyes weren't the only bizarre thing about this person, no they were just the start of it. As Alfreds eyes scanned the owner of the accented voice and fantastic eyes he came across something he thought he would only see in his dreams, big white wings.

"Its rude to stare you know? Not very gentlemanly if you ask me" The winged man coughed awkwardly under Alfred amazed gaze. Alfred looked away with a light blush coming across his cheeks as his stares were commented on.

"I'm sorry! My name is Alfred-F-Jones, F for freedom, Franklin anything really! I was born in America and from what I heard your accent so I am guessing you were born here before whatever happened here but you have wings which is super exciting and- " Alfred rambled on.

"Well hello there Alfred, My name is Arthur" Arthur cut in. Alfred looked down at the winged man named Arthur. Arthur wore a stark white toga with leather sandals that laced up to his knees.

"Are you not cold I mean why you not wearing a coat?" Alfred commented, confused.

"Well... I don't exactly know to be honest..." Arthur replied.

"What about those?" Alfred pointed dumbly at Arthurs wings.

"Oh I don't know about them either..." Arthur muttered cynically, " I don't really remember anything to be honest..."

Being the lively person Alfred was he automatically tried to lift the sad mood, "Well Artie why don't you stay with me! I can see it now we'll have lotta fun!"

"It's Arthur you git!"

Before Arthur had anytime to reject Alfred swung his bomber jacket from his arms to Arthurs cold body. Arthur was engulfed in warmth immediately.