Hello, thanks for reading! Just a warning before you go on, the following contains swearing and (perhaps sooner or later, I don't know~*looks away*) mature content. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia but only the plot here, Hetalia is Himaruya-san's. (ㆆᴗㆆ)

Chapter I: An angel crashes through the roof

Believe it or not, heaven does exist in this world, so do angels, fairies and unicorns. Most people believe, well, after they are dead. Humans are relying more and more on scientific explanations, and things like heaven and angels have become merely a joke and legend. Well, this is understandable. People will believe only after they have experienced it themselves.

Heaven was not exactly a stunning place as you imagine but definitely better than earth or hell. Clouds were everywhere and almost everything was white. It was quite a comfortable place though. There were thousands of angels in heaven and they keep the heaven running smoothly. They were separated into different classes as well in order to divide the work. Some managed the number of death, some managed the discipline, and some decide the fate of humans to be dead or alive. Angels were born to be one and they had the purest heart in the world. Angels wouldn't leave heaven for nothing, and in fact, other than having a halo, a pair of wings and a pure heart, they were not much difference to a normal human being. They could be wounded and be sick as well, although the chance was very rare.

Arthur was one of the angels in heaven. He wasn't the brightest one, but was quite popular among the others. Known for his serious attitude to work and responsible character, Arthur was often given a lot of important jobs. Although some might say that he was a workaholic and was often too strict to manners and rules, Arthur had an overall high appraise.

Arthur had four brothers. They were Allistor, Seamus, Patrick and Dylan. Although Arthur didn't really get along well with them since they loved to tease him a lot and often played pranks on their adorable baby brother, Arthur just bore with it and pay back with sarcastic words which actually didn't bother his brothers much. However, Arthur's brothers have not yet been a complete nuisance to him, his cousin, Peter, was the most troublesome one.

Peter was a loud 12-year-old boy, who constantly sought for attention from others. Despite the fact that Arthur and Peter had completely different traits of character, they share a rather similar appearance. Both of them have messy platinum honey blonde hair and pale creamy skin, and unusually large eyebrows which has been a trait in their family. The major difference was that Peter had a pair of sea blue eyes while Arthur's were emerald. Peter didn't like Arthur a lot. He found Arthur often too strict and boring, not to mention his old-fashioned habit of drinking tea everyday yet he loved to cling onto him and annoy him for the whole day, perhaps it was because only Arthur would give a damn in what Peter's doing. Otherwise, the family cared no less. Arthur was not especially fond of his annoying cousin but he grew sympathy towards the poor ignored boy as he looked exactly like his younger self, who was often always isolated and forgotten.

Right now, Arthur was busy writing his monthly list of 'Humans who are to be dead this year'. This is one of his major jobs in heaven. It wasn't an easy job, imagine how many people were dead every day in the world. The world's mortality rate continued to rise every second. Heaven was getting crowded and even if you were a good person, you are not guaranteed a place in heaven and you will be placed in the waiting list, which you probably need to wait for a few hundred years more before your turn.

Arthur eyed his list from top to bottom, there were billions of names there and he had to copy them one by one to another list and double-check whether all the information are correct. The list not only showed who would be dead soon, but also that person's personal information, his or her date of death and the reason of why he or she has to be dead. Every end of the year, the angels had to prepare a list like this for the upcoming year. Since Christmas has already passed, the angels have to get started immediately, and Arthur was one of the responsible ones. Arthur stopped when a name was caught into his sight.

'Alfred F. Jones.'

Arthur read the name out aloud. The name reminded him of an elf friend of his, Arthur chuckled slightly and found it rather funny. Then he continued to read.

'Date of death: -

Reason of death: -'

This made Arthur widened his green eyes and frowned. This has never ever happened before. Why the date and reason of death were left blank yet there was a name on the list?! This is ridiculous! Impossible! Arthur looked again and again anxiously at the empty space to make sure that he hasn't overlooked anything. Arthur then realized that there probably had some mistakes in it and he will have to ask their leader about this later. It was a serious issue if someone who is not supposed to be dead has their names on the list. This is a matter of life and death. Arthur had no idea why this has happened but he only knew that for now, it means there's more work for him to do.

Arthur sighed at the idea of this and his wings flapped impatiently. He noted the case down and took a quick look at the other huge pile of papers in front of him, this is going to take ages, he thought. He continued to write hastily, it was definitely not his style to hand in work late. Alice, his secretary, knocked on the door and brought tea on a tray.

'I thought you might like a cup of tea to relax a bit.'

'Thank you very much, Alice. A cup of tea is what I need exactly at this moment.' Arthur took his teacup and sipped the tea. 'Oh dear, I am not going to finish the report on time... The mortality rate this month is unexpectedly high.'

'Relax, boss. I am sure that you can do it. Just try your best, I will help you with that bit.' Alice gave an encouraging smile and took a pile of papers from Arthur's desk and turned to the door.

'Alice, you have always been a great help to me. I really appreciate that...'

'Boss, you should really smile more and act more like your age. You are only 17, don't force yourself too much.'

'Alice, you are only a few years older than me, don't try to speak like you are way more mature than me.'

Alice gave a small laugh, 'That's more like it. Your usual sarcastic way of speaking.' Then she stepped out of the Arthur's office.

Arthur shook his head and continued his work. I hope I can finish at least three-fourths of this today. Sometimes, even Arthur himself found that he was unbelievable to finish that much of work in such a short time. After this stupid report, I will have to work on the list of people to be dead this month...

'HEY THE KING OF BOREDOM!'

Oh shit. Arthur knew that angels shouldn't swear but he couldn't help himself. Why on heaven that Peter has to come at this time? Now he probably could concentrate no more on his work. Peter burst into the office and took a football with him. He leaned over Arthur's desk, causing some of the paperwork to crumple.

'Peter!' Arthur hissed.

'WHAT ARE YOU DOOOOOING? GET UP AND MOOOOOVE!'

'Obviously, I am working. Now, Peter, if you had that small bit of consideration, would you leave me alone for now? I promise that I will play with you another day.'

'Party-pooper.'

'I have some serious work to do. Now, get off.'

'Killjoy.'

'Peter, please.'

'No wonder you are always being loathed by your brothers~'

'PETER!'

'Fine.' Peter made a long face and turned around.

Arthur frowned. He did not mind being disliked by his family, as long as the others show appreciation in his work and that they needed him, but he didn't really like bring this topic up, especially when he was in a bad mood. Arthur took a deep breathe and turned back to his desk.

'HAH! YOU ARE SO EASY TO BE TRICKED!' Peter turned back suddenly and gave a devilish grin and kicked his football towards Arthur.

Before Arthur could react, his head was hit heavily by the football that he was being knocked off from his chair. Everything was going blurry to him.

'Do you really trust that I will leave you easily?' Peter laughed.

'Peter... You bloody... brat...'

'Such an old man you are. It's just a hit.' Peter rolled his eyes. Seeing Arthur who was still lying on the floor, a glimpse of worry flashed through Peter's head. He flew towards Arthur. 'Hey silly cousin, get up.'

A loud and clear crack was heard, just like when glass is broken and shattered. Peter's face has written horror all over it, oh gosh, what has he done? Arthur was shutting his eyes tight and his face paled. He felt strangely weak, as if all strength has been drained out of him. What was that sound just now? He felt his body getting heavier and heavier that he was going to be pulled downwards at anytime. Then he heard Peter's screaming.

'ARTHUR! I... I AM SORRY! I... I... SOMEBODY COME! HELP!'

What on earth was he screaming about...? I'm perfectly fine... Well, perhaps not perfectly. 'What are you...'

'ARTHUR, I, I, PLEASE, JUST STAY AWAKE! I AM SORRY!'

Alice heard the cry and then burst into the room, seeing Arthur and Peter on the floor, she exclaimed 'Oh dear, what happened...'

'I, I... Want to play with A-Arthur, so I kick, kick the football towards him, and, and he, I...' Peter broke down into tears. 'I don't know what to do...' He whimpered.

'Gosh, dear, let me examine.' Alice knelt down and checked Arthur's face. There wasn't any injuries actually, not even a bruise, well, perhaps a bump on his head. His wings were perfectly fine also. When her eyes scrolled to Arthur's halo, she gasped. 'Oh dear... Your halo...'

Arthur has broken his halo.

Arthur struggled to keep himself awake, 'Oh, Alice, Peter that... kid... Ouch...'

'Arthur, please stop talking for now. I am going to call for help. Please... Keep yourself together...'

'Fine...'

Arthur could feel himself fading away and that everything was going dimmer and dimmer, he could no longer see the ceiling. Did Alice say something about his halo? He moved his hand slowly towards the top of his head and felt only pieces but not a whole ring. Oh God, his halo was broken. This explains why he was getting weaker and weaker. Without his halo, he could not stay in heaven as the halo was the only source that provides angels the ability and power to stay in heaven as living creatures but not dead people. Now, he has lost his source of power and he was going to descend down to earth from heaven. Luckily, hell is not exactly under heaven, he thought and smiled to himself quietly. Gosh, this is not the time to smile, I haven't finished that damn report! ... I should really stop swearing.

'Arthur... I am sorry...' Peter was crying like a child. No matter how much he disliked Arthur, it doesn't mean that he wanted him to be injured.

'You brat... you really...' Arthur sighed. Alice then hurried back with a group of angels coming to help. Arthur was a bit relieved but before he could say anything, he felt a sudden shock striking at his body and he let out a short cry. Arthur felt a piercing pain at his back and he shut his eyes and felt himself being pulled down by gravity. Oh dear, he must be falling down to earth now. He felt the wind brushing through his skin harshly. He mind became blank and right now, he could think of nothing right now, not even his halo, or his report.

He just hoped he wouldn't land on his face or break anything. That's all he wished for.

Alfred's face was sticking onto his desk and he stared out of the window. The sky was gloomy today, and the clouds were blocking the sunlight. Alfred hates this kind of weather. The professor's voice was ringing in his head, yet he ignored it. It was just another boring class. When will the bell ring? He turned to face the other side. He spotted Matthew, his twin brother, at the corner listening to the lecture carefully and making notes. Seriously, making notes? How can Matthew keep up with his? Alfred gave a small groan.

He moved his eyes to Francis, who was busy texting on his phone under his desk. At least, he was not listening. Francis has always been the school's prince, though he was more of a pervert to Alfred, but no matter how Alfred disapproved Francis' flirtatious manners, he had to admit that Francis was good-looking and had his own charm point. He always blended in well with the girls' conversation and basically, girls were crazy about him.

Then he saw Gilbert, who had absolutely no awareness of the professor's presence and slept with his face facing upwards. It was hilarious, Alfred tried hard not to laugh and hid his face into his textbook.

In front of Gilbert, there was Antonio, who was writing on his textbook. Wait, what...? He was writing? Alfred sat up straight for a better view. Wait, it doesn't seem like notes, is it... Antonio was actually adding a mustache and flashy eyelashes to the picture of a poor guy's face on the textbook. This seems more reasonable. It is impossible for the Bad Friends Trio to be listening in class. Alfred cannot imagine it.

Alfred didn't like history class a lot. It was boring. He preferred sports class, at least he got to move around. He loved playing soccer and he was on the school team as well. Maybe I am going to buy a happy meal at McDonald's after school. After all, I need to treat myself for enduring such a boring class. Alfred had an obsession for hamburgers and colas, if it weren't for the soccer practices, he would definitely be overweight by now. Thanks to soccer, Alfred had even built some muscles.

Then the bell rang. Alfred jolted up and his eyes glimmered. How long has he waited for this moment! The professor gave a disapproving look to Alfred's behavior and dismissed the class. It seems like Matthew was the only student here who was actually listening and learning. Alfred packed his bag immediately and went for the door. Then he turned back and walked to Matthew, 'Sorry Mattie, I almost forgot.'

'It was not the first time anyway.' Matthew sighed. He was always being forgotten, no matter at home or at school but he has already got used to it. Perhaps it's because Alfred was too eye-catching compared to him.

'Well, erm, I'm sorry. Mattie, wanna grab some hamburgers together?'

'Sorry, Alfred, but I have originally planned to stay at the library with Carlos to study for the upcoming examination today…'

'Oh, your Cuban friend? He seems a bit loud to me though. I don't think he likes me a lot.'

'Alfred, you are not the one to talk, you are way louder than Carlos.'

'Well, never mind, I will go by myself then! See you!'

'See you, Alfred.'

Matthew shook his head. He wished Alfred would pay more effort to his studies, although he knew that Alfred actually performed rather well in his grades, except several subjects that he hated such as History and English. Alfred was smart, but he often got bored easily. Matthew wouldn't question his brother's popularity, he got along well with almost everyone and always had that stunning smile with him. His classmates liked his outgoing character, his soccer team appreciated his talent, and even the teachers had to admit that Alfred was a bright student. Unlike Alfred, Matthew was much more of a shy and quiet learner, he would just sit there and listen and take notes. Matthew didn't like the idea of getting jealous of his brother, but sometimes, he would wish that their personalities could be more balanced. It would be nice if actually more people could take notice of him and pay him attention, like his Cuban friend.

Alfred was on his way back home cheerfully. He has ordered a Big Mac meal and an extra-large cola. It had been a long day. Alfred yawned. However, this was all fine as long as he has his hamburgers. Alfred grinned to himself.

Alfred and Matthew were identical twins. Their family was most ordinary but since Alfred's father, William always needed to work overseas, they mostly would spend time with their mother, Amelia. However, Amelia has recently found a job as a waitress that needs her to work often overnight, therefore Alfred and Matthew often stayed at the house by themselves. Amelia was at first worried about her sons being alone at home, but the twins have assured her once again and again that they will be fine. Alfred loved his family, even though they were not always together, he knew that deep inside there was a strong bond between them.

Alfred reached the house and opened the door. He placed his bag on the floor and lay down on the couch. He then happily opened the McDonald's paper bag and took out the Big Mac.

'This is what they call life!' Alfred exclaimed. 'EVERYONE LOOOOOVES HAMBURGERS!'

He then turned on the television and played Superman, which he has recorded the night before. Alfred always admired those heroes in the movies, how they are being loved and praised by the others. That's why he has been trying hard to be liked by his friends at school, although sometimes, it's somewhat tiring when you are trying to meet everyone's expectations.

'A hero never accepts defeat!' Alfred shouted out loud to the thin air. 'One day, I will be someone's true herooooo! Drufuuuuu~!'

'CRASHHHHHHHHHH!'

The sound made Alfred jumped, much to his horror, the house's roof was tearing apart and dust and tiles were falling down and hitting him.

'Holy shit!' Alfred was completely freaked out, he curled himself up on the couch with his arms wrapping around his head, hoping that he won't be dead. Man, is that earthquake?! The rumbling and clatter stopped soon, Alfred slowly opened his eyes to see that he was surrounded by pieces of wood, tiles and dust. He was alive. Thank God! Alfred haltingly stood up and brushed off the dust off his body.

Alfred's mind was still in chaos, a few seconds before, he was still eating his hamburger, and now, he was in a mess. He panted heavily. What's wrong with that bloody roof!? Alfred looked up and saw the large hole up in the ceiling. He then slapped himself hardly.

'OUCH! That hurts!' So it's not a dream, is it?

His Big Mac was now covered in grey dust as well. Alfred gave a long sigh. Damn that bloody roof! It's my bad day today, fine! Alfred carefully stepped across the mess to a cleaner spot. When Mattie's back, he's going to freak out ten times than I do, Alfred thought.

'Ow...' A small cry came from the pile of mess.

'WHAT THE BLOODY HELL!' Alfred screamed at the sound and ran to the door. He was not afraid of of most things since he was a hero (according to himself), but when it comes to ghosts and phantoms, Alfred would rather die.

The bricks moved slowly by themselves, and dust were falling off them. Alfred went pale and felt a shiver down his spine. He now didn't even have the strength to run away. 'S-S-SHOW YOURSELF! I-I-I AM NOT A-AFRA-AID OF YOU!' Alfred tried his best to sound calm yet his grip on the door handle tightened so much that he thought he could break it any second.

A glimpse of platinum honey blonde hair slowly revealed from the pile of dust and a figure wearing white toga. The figure stumbled immediately right after it stood up. Alfred was both shocked yet curious but he did not let go of his grip on the door handle. With his heart beating faster and faster, Alfred slowly walked towards the figure and he took a piece of wooden plank in his hand for self-defense in case of anything. Step by step, the figure was slowly revealed into Alfred's gaze.

It was a boy of his age. He had platinum honey blonde hair which looked so smooth that Alfred almost wanted to run his fingers through it. The boy had pale, creamy skin and a slim figure. Compared to Alfred's strong build, the boy looked way thinner and smaller. Alfred wondered how a lean boy like him could actually crash through the rooftop. Seriously, it's a roof, a roof made of tiles, bricks and wood. The boy wore a toga, despite the dust, Alfred could see that the fabric was originally white, and it looked soft and silky. He also wore a pair of old-fashioned sandals which looked nothing from nowadays. Other than that, Alfred could feel an aura surrounding the boy and it felt rather... pure and divine? He could feel himself being naturally attracted to the boy. What? What on earth am I thinking about? Alfred, you are straight.

The boy groaned and moved his arm a bit to grab onto Alfred's arm.

'GAAAAAH!'

Alfred snapped out of his mind immediately and with no hesitation, he smacked the boy with the wooden plank in his hand and sent the boy back to his unconsciousness. Alfred had no idea what he was doing, his mind was blown when the boy moved and his instincts just moved by themselves. Alfred face-palmed himself. What on earth am I doing?

Not before long the mysterious boy has regained back his senses, he held up his hand to rub his forehead. Alfred was, again, freaked out by his sudden movement, and gave the boy a full hit using the plank, which caused the boy to black out again before he could say a thing. Alfred, immediately regretted what he has done, he should have stayed calm and asked the boy questions. Then Alfred decided to stand behind the couch and waited for the boy to wake. This time, he would stay calm.

The boy woke 5 minutes afterwards. Alfred held his breathe. The boy sat up slowly and turned to see Alfred in surprise and shock.

'Wh-who are you?' The boy stammered with fear in his voice.

Alfred gazed at the boy's brilliant green eyes, they were as beautiful as emeralds. The boy was... so stunningly beautiful... like an angel. Alfred then snapped back to his senses. Alfred, seriously, this is not the time for admiration. Alfred shook his head wildly to clear his mind.

'Sh-should I be the one asking? Th-this, this is my home, and, and you just broke in... Just, wh-who the heck are you?' Alfred could not keep his eyes off the boy.

The boy had confuse written all over his face and went silent for seconds. Then he spoke up,

'I am, of course, an angel.'

Note: So, this is my first fanfic... How is it? (Actually, I have written one before but it turned out to be on hiatus, so ahahaha... ( '_ '))

I wish this one wouldn't end up the same and hopefully, I will stick onto it till the end. (´⊙ω⊙`)

I just recently want to write something about the Britannia Angel, Artie is just too adorable~ Let's just hope that Alfred's rooftop could be mend (I doubt that a lot though) and poor Mattie wouldn't faint when he comes back. Hmm, but who knows what happens next? (Don't look at me, I have no idea too (๑•́ ₃ •̀๑))

Anyway, any feedback is more than welcome! That would really help me in improving the story. ヽ(✿ﾟ▽ﾟ)ノ

- Righteous Scone