Well, this is my new story, Fallen Angel. Hope you enjoy and all, I worked hard on this.

Disclaimer List:

~Hetalia? Don't own.
~Greek Mythology? Not an expert, don't own.
~This story? Yes, I own it. That's why I'm writing it.
~OOC-ness of any characters? Let's call it artistic license. Same with the added wings on dead people.

Key of Fonts:

"bolded quotes" : Greek god/goddess speaking
italics without quotes : thoughts
"regular font, in quotes" : "mortal" or human speaking
"italics in quotes" : dead person/ghost speaking, memory speech
"CAPITALIZED BOLD/ITALICIZED/REGULAR FONT IN QUOTES" : shouting, see above for specifics.
"any combination of above in quotes" : see above for specifics. Ex: "bold+italicized quotes" = God of Dead or dead god speaking

Okay, got that over with. On with the story!

"So let me get this straight," the teenaged ghost said. "You want to resurrect me and send me back to Earth? Not rebirth? Why?"

"There is a certain matter Lord Zeus wants taken care of. However, we ourselves cannot intervene," Hera, queen of the gods, replied. "He requested that each of us look for a mortal to send in our place."

"But... why me?" the teen asked, shifting his gaze to the floor. Behind him, his oddly-colored wings flexed slightly, twitched, then extended fully before folding against his back once more. An icy cold, pale hand placed itself on his shoulder from behind.

"Kiku," Hades, god of the dead and Lord of the Underworld, began, "I suggested you be sent because you are extremely similar to the person in question. You would simply be the best person to send, that's why I would like to send you."

The teen turned his head to face the god, looking up at his face through his short, silky black bangs to search the god's cold, dark eyes for any signs that this whole meeting was a joke or a lie. Finding none, he slowly strung together a question in his head.

"So... What is it exactly that you need me to do?" he asked, still searching the god's face with his emotionless, dark amber eyes.

"A mortal in New York City, New York has caught my attention, mainly due to his... unique situation," Zeus, Lord of the Skies, replied. "I have decided to send him a companion, and Hades volunteered you to be sent."

"Hmph!" snorted Poseidon, god of the sea. "He's surrounded by people, he's never truly alone. He lives with his brother, with whom he is very close, and is still on good terms with his parents. Why on earth would the guy ever feel lonely?"

"Maybe he feels that no one understands him somehow," Kiku piped up. Poseidon turned to stare at him.

"I-I mean, um, that is, well..." Kiku stuttered, all confidence vanishing when he was put under the Earthshaker's intimidating gaze. "L-let me put it this way, if you s-suggest some idea for something, and no one agrees... w-well, you would still be in a r-room with twelve other people, but you might feel pretty alone because no one even tried to back you up."

"I see your point, kiddo," the god grunted, a friendly twinkle in his eyes. "Now I see why you want to send him, Hades. I second the motion."

"I agree as well," Zeus stated.

"All in favor," Hermes, herald of the gods, called. Most of the gods, with the exception of Hestia (goddess of the hearth), raised their hands.

"If I may ask the boy a question," Hestia requested. Zeus nodded.

Hestia turned to Kiku. "If we send you to Earth, we will have to wipe most of your memory. You will regain those memories if you die, but other than that, they will not be available for your use. You may not be able to answer important questions they ask. The wounds that killed you will be scars you don't remember receiving. Are you still willing to go?" Hestia asked.

Kiku nodded, face stony and determined. "I want to be able to help this person," he told her. She nodded.

"Then it is agreed. We shall start the process immediately."

Kiku followed Hades, thinking about the time he had spent. He'd been sent to Elysium after judgement, and grown wings just like everyone else.

Just like everyone else... except for one thing. His wings were black. Most people had white wings, pearly-colored wings, or silvery-grey wings. Never black. Except for him. Because he was different, the others stared at him, taunted him, laughed at him... at times even fought with him. No one wanted to be his friend.

Over time, he began to habitually hide his wings, folding them flat against his back. It didn't matter, no one ever payed attention to him anymore, but it was a force of habit now. He sighed quietly.

"Kiku," the god asked, startling the teen out of his thoughts, "are you ready for this?"

Kiku swallowed and nodded.

Just what am I getting myself into...?