Halo
Angel. Анёл. 天使. Engel. Ingel. Enkeli. Ange. Anxo. Engel. Άγγελος. Angyal. Angelo. エンジェル. 천사. Angelus. Eņģelis. Angelas. Engel. Anioł. Anjo. Înger. Ангел. Ángel. Ängel. เทวดา. Melek. Ангел. thiên thần.
These were just some of words that you used to describe England, whispered to him while he was curled around you late at night, purred into his ear during meeting whenever you came to meet him. For he was too good for you, too good for anyone- like the unicorn that he loves so much that even when he was no longer completely untouched by the scum of the world, he still had the belief that you were too good for him. If only he could see it was completely the other way around.
He would even go against his boss's wishes to ensure you were safe. He truly was an angel, even if he would call you his saviour in all the languages he knew. What you would never tell him that he saved you: for if he fell you would gladly fall with him, down the rabbit hole to whatever future it may hold for the two of you. You knew of his many conquests, even the ones that no one else knew about but he would always come back to you. But now to put your brilliant plan into action. While executing it, you would sneak glances at him asleep in your bed, his hair forming a halo around his head. Already you could see his hand flexing, searching for you next to him. Grinning quickly you put the finishing touches on your project and do a running leap on top of him, which wound up with you being pinned to the bed, vibrant green eyes staring into your own.
"What are you doing love?"
Grinning up at him, you flip him over so you are straddling him.
"I want to show you something," you purr into his ears, your accent causing a noticeably shudder to run up and down his spine.
"I don't know… I have a meeting in an hour."
"Please?" you ask, leaning down and gazing straight at him deliberately wriggling slightly as you do so.
"Okay," he half moans out.
"Great!"
He groans louder now as you jump off of him and pull him up off the bed. To stop him from flopping back down again, you wriggled behind and placed your hands over his eyes. He grumbled but let you steer him around the room until you were standing in front of your master plan.
"Ready?"
"Just get on with it."
You can feel the eye roll, so you pout and breathe against his ear and whisper, "You'll like it angel."
"I'm no- oh my god."
Your delighted gaze met his shocked gaze via the mirror for a long moment before his gaze snapped back to stare at your drawings on the mirror. A white halo was painted above his head and wings were painted stretching out from his shoulders. There was a bit of overlap but that was too be expected as you guessed his height from your own: You were only a bit shorter than him after all. Pulling you round he kissed you again and again.
"Thank you my love."
You're welcome my angel."
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Inspired by my friend's incessant singing of Beyoncé's Halo. I tried to write this so many times but it never seemed quite right. But here we go and because I'm bored, here's a small competition type thing: First person to guess who England is paired with gets to request a Hetalia Fanfiction, any pairings etc. It is not America btw. Hope you enjoyed it!