I didn't think that I would post this so quickly...well, I would like to that everyone who followed this story. Honestly, I don't think its that good but, what do I know? I apologize for the typos and such ahead of time.
I also don't own Hetalia... :-(
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"True, but you are now a half demon and…?"
"Half demons can travel back and forth between Hell and the human world," Alfred finished.
"Right, so I'll just fly you up to the boarder and throw you right up."
"Wha-? Throw me?"
"How else are you going to get up there?"
Francis lifted Alfred up and flew out the door. High above the fire pits and lava pools, Alfred felt his lungs clench. The stench of the decaying bodies was overwhelming. The smoke from the fire burned Alfred's throat and he broke into a coughing fit. As they passed over a lava fall, Alfred coughed up some blood.
"Sorry Alfie, you can't stand the smell anymore, right?"
"Fly faster," Alfred croaked, "Before I cough up a lung."
As they flew faster and faster, Alfred seemed to pick up more smog, (If that's possible). "So this is how I'll die? Choked by the smell of death…" Alfred thought as he started to loose consciousness. Then Alfred felt them slow down.
"We're here, wake up." Francis raised up Alfred in order for him to take a good look at the gaping hole above him.
"Soooo…you're just gonna toss me?"
"Oui, good luck."
"But what if I fall back down?"
"You'll fall," Francis said with a smirk.
"Oh…you're not going to catch me?!"
"If you fall," Francis yawned, "Then it will have all been for nothing."
"O-okay…throw me."
"Are you sure?"
Alfred thought for a moment, did he really want to do this? He could stay down here and nothing would happen. He'd met plenty of other half demons who lived down here such as Ivan, (so that he can bring his 'love' to people in two places) and Lovino (He steals tomatoes and eats them…he mainly lives in the human world). Alfred would eventually develop an immune system to the smell of decay and he would never fly around so he wouldn't have to worry about the smog. But…if he did go up into the human world, he would blend in with society and then he would maybe find Arthur. Arthur, he has to go up. No, he has to do this.
"Yeah, I have to go and be Arthur's hero!"
"But who will be your hero…when you don't make it?" Alfred didn't have time to respond. Francis tossed him into the air and Alfred was gone like a speeding bullet.
Arthur's POV
"I finally did it!" Arthur said as he pulled out a few burned…what is that? Are those…scones? Or is that a couple of rocks that he just put into the oven? "My scones are done! They look so magnificent!" Oh…so they were scones…Arthur called to his guests who were sitting in the living room, "Who wants one?"
Whoosh…
That's the sound of a few angels fleeing for their lives.
"I'll take one…eh?"
Arthur flinched at the sound of the voice. He thought that everyone had left. He looked around and saw Matthew, almost half invisible.
"Really? You would want one?"
"Sure," Matthew said as he picked up the burnt scone. Matthew reached into his pocket and pulled out a pint of maple syrup. As he drizzled the maple goodness onto the scone, he cringed. This was not going to be enough to cover up the fowl taste. The only reason he was going to eat it was because it was the polite thing to do, being a guest and all. He hesitantly bit into the scone and recoiled just a bit.
"How is it?" Arthur asked.
"It's…uh…fine…"
"That's great! Finally! Someone with good taste in my pastries!"
While Arthur was looking away, Matthew quickly threw the scone away. He didn't know how much longer he could keep lying like this. It was his third time this week. If he lied anymore, he might be sent to Hell…but then again…he could see his brother! Alfred. Matthew hasn't seen Alfred in decades, well not since they were both human. If only Alfred would have lied less…
Matthew was stopped by his train of thought by Arthur.
"Matthew? Are you okay?"
"Fine…just thinking about my brother."
"You have a brother?"
"Yeah…but we were separated after death."
"I was separated from someone to, but I never want to see that wanker ever again!"
Matthew was shocked, how could he be so rude…Arthur was such a gentleman.
"He couldn't have been that bad."
"Oh…you don't want to know…He was constantly harassing me and he would always try to get me to date him." (I do support FrUk but this is a UsUK!)
"Harsh…"
"He would go on date after date saying, 'Hey Arthur, you jealous of my beautiful date? You could be them if you wanted. We could do everything.' Of course I said no! He's a bloody wanker!"
Matthew let out a small chuckle, "Okay then Arthur, it seems like you've had a rough life."
"It wasn't just the adult years, it was my entire child hood too!"
"Okay, okay, I get it."
Arthur stopped his rampage and looked at Mathew.
"Sorry, but, can I ask you a question about your btrother?"
"Sure. Go ahead, eh."
"Does his name happen to be Alfred?" Arthur said as he turned a bright red.
"Yes! How did you know?" Matthew leaned closer to Arthur. How would he know Alfred? He had never told anyone of his brother.
"The name just popped into my mind, I don't really know why."
"How strange…"
"Pancakes!" A small voice said from between a Canadian's arms. Yes, it was Kumajiro…if Gilbird is here than so is Kuma. Matthew looked at the polar bear.
"Okay, Kumakichi, I'll get you some pancakes." The bear was absolutely shining with glee. "I better be off Arthur. See you around."
"Bye, Matthew," Arthur said. As soon as Matthew had left Arthur felt a rumble in his stomach. He knew that feeling. It was not the feeling of hunger, but the one he got before he flew to the opening to Hell. He ruffled his wings and rushed out the door…something was up. He flew faster, there was a stronger presence than he had ever felt. What had happened?
I'll try to update soon, thanks!