A/N and DISCLAIMER: I do not own Hetalia or anything associated with it. This is a story based on a roleplay between myself and a friend of mine. It is an Amebel pairing with many side pairings hetero and homo. This is about angels and demons and so may have ties with certain religious aspects. I am not very religious and I am sorry if anything I say may offend. This is solely meant for entertainment purposes. Thank you and enjoy the read.
Prolog
On occasion, I will remember something from a long time ago. It doesn't feel like it is an actual memory of my own, but of someone else. And unlike most memories that appear fuzzy and you know this is your memory, these are uniquely clear and without fault. I asked my teacher about them once, and she replied that they were memories of the time before I was here, in this place. She is the only one who ever gave me a direct answer.
They mostly center on this boy. In my head he has honey wheat blonde hair with a small part that refuses to stay down and demands attention by sticking up. His ocean blue eyes always seem to be filled with joy and love, like everyone else here, but his seems more genuine than the rest. But I guess his eyes aren't really the color of the ocean. Maybe it's the sky that they resemble; they're just so clear and seem to hold so much power in them. So many possibilities in those blue eyes.
I told my brother, Ivan, about the boy in my memories once, and he pitched a fit. Saying that the boy got what he deserved and that I should never bring him up again. I thought that was kind of harsh and never brought my memories up to him again. His reaction was so strange. As though the boy had been here and not in my old life.
Then again anything can happen here, in this place. In Heaven the possibilities are endless.