Your eyes slid open before blinking several times, a haze still settled in your mind. A ceiling fan lazily spun above you as you tired to recall what happened and where you were. Suddenly it all washed over you like a tidal wave, you bolted upright, eyes wide.

"Hey, sleeping beauty woke up."

You snapped your head towards the voice, one of the two you recognized from before you blacked out. Before you was a man with chin length, stark white hair and a red trench coat. He wore a smirk as he peered at you from a desk, his chair leaned back precariously.

You quickly placed a hand to your wrist, gripping your halo and feeling morph under you touch.

The next thing he knew, the strange woman he picked up had an arrow aimed at his face. Oh gratitude, how it evades him.

"Where am I?" You voice came out in a hoarse rasp. Trying to ignore the trembling in you hands and the pain in your chest, you glared at the strange man.

He sighed, getting up to stride towards you. "I save your life and all I get is an arrow in my face? And here I was hoping you would be one of those..." he placed a hand to his chin as he searched for the term he was looking for. "extremely grateful women."

You scowled at his obvious innuendo. "Stop right there." You warned the approaching man. He just smirked.

His smirk disappeared when, with a thunk, your arrow embedded in the wood of the floor behind him. He looked down to see you had made a fine cut on the inside thigh of his pants.

He looked up with a shocked expression, "Did you just…"

"The next one will hit its mark." You promised with a glare, trying to ignore your wheezing. "I assume you're pretty fond of that part of your anatomy."

His smirk returned, though he came no closer. "But how many shots do you think you could get off before you pass out again, babe?"

You scowled at his knowing smirk, your body was already screaming at you for pushing yourself. Also something wasn't right with your halo, it was stiff, brittle, almost as if it were resisting you.

You jumped as a second voice spoke, "What are you?"

Whirling around on the couch, you spotted another man who looked exactly like the first, though with his hair swept back and garbed in blue. He also had a dangerous, sophisticated air about him, commanding more respect than the first man.

He watched you with piercing blue eyes that shot more fear into your heart than any demon you've ever faced. With steel in his voice, he repeated.

"You're not human, what are you?"

You gulped, though you gave yourself points for being able to hold his intense stare. "I'm a…a warrior against the forces of Hell."

"As cool as that sounds, babe, could you be a little more detailed?" The red one spoke with a whimsical tone.

Turning towards the less intimidating one, you clenched your trembling hands. "I'm an angel."

His eyebrows rose so high you thought they would disappear into his hair. He gave a short laugh, "You're kidding."

You furrowed your brows, "Do I sound like I'm kidding?"

The blue one addressed the other man, "You're saying that you of all people don't believe her."

The other shrugged. "You've got a point there." He turned his bright blue gaze to you. "You can stop pushing yourself, we aren't going to hurt you. You're in no condition to be handling your…magical…holy bow-thing."

You ignored his less than respectful reference to your halo and let it return to a simple gold band around your wrist. Your form visibly relaxed from being released from the pressure of keeping your halo activated.

Exhaustion pulled at your mind, you still needed to heal, but more importantly, you needed to figure out what these two wanted. Your nose faintly wrinkled at the light smell of demons, you dismissed it.

"What is it you two want?" You questioned, gaze sliding between the pair.

"Nothing." Dante shrugged and then frowned at your shocked expression. "What? You needed help, we helped you. Don't tell me an angel doesn't believe in selfless deeds?"

You relaxed against the back of the couch, trying to fight off how soft and welcoming it felt to your aching body. "I believe in them, just…I'm not stupid, I know they are few and far between."

Dante laughed at your response, seeming to be very amused by your answer.

Vergil hummed in amusement as well. "A cynical angel." He stated.

Your eyelids drooped as the cushions called for you to lie down and drift off again. It was quite a tempting offer. Dante saw you gazing wistfully at the pillows and gave his reassurance.

"You can go back to sleep, you still look pretty rough. Don't worry, we will protect you."

You barely gave a nod before your head hit the pillow and eyes drifted close. Just before sleep overtook you said just loud enough for them to hear.

"Thank you."

Dante eyed you with an intense interest, car magazine discarded on his desk and thoughts of weapons and demons banished. He couldn't explain it, but he felt calm in your presence, despite you trying to castrate him. It was as though a cloud of serenity followed you into his shop. He smirked lightly.

An angel, huh?

He thought it was almost funny, all of those demons and he had never even put thought to there being the existence of angels. You completely threw a loop for his expectations aswell, he would have thought you would be a blushing virgin that just seeped innocence and charity. But you were down right cynical, not to mention you seemed to have trust issues and a general dislike of humans.

But then again, you did sacrifice yourself for that girl.

He didn't know what to make of you, but the longer he stared, the more he thought you would look better in black, rather than white. He couldn't help but think of how wonderful you would look if you were more exposed, or how delicious your flushed face would look, pink lips parted in a cry of pleasure. He could just see you sprawled half naked on his bed, panting and begging for him.

He liked what he saw, and he always got what he liked.

But, you were an angel, surely you wouldn't be complacent to his desires. Oh well, the Love Planet girls were beginning to bore him, a challenge would be a nice change of pace.

Your eyes peeked open for the second time that day, the first thing you noticed was the lack of light. Sitting up, you peered around to find that night had come while you were asleep and there was no noise from Dante. Looking over to his desk confirmed your suspicion that he was indeed gone.

You were startled at the voice of Vergil. "You're awake."

You looked up to find Vergil sitting at his own desk, unsettling gaze set on you. The only light in the room came from Vergil's desk lamp, unlike Dante's, Vergil's desk was immaculately clean.

"Yes," You replied after averting your gaze. "Thank you for letting me rest here."

He stared at you contemplatively, almost as if he were considering weather or not to accept your thanks. He rose to his feet, eyes still burning into you, with every step towards you your heart beat faster with a fear you didn't understand.

Your heart was hammering by the time he arrived at your side. He instilled an ominous fear in you like no other, you could just tell he had power and did not hesitate to use it.

He looked down on you, your eyes slightly widened in fear, lips parted and cheeks dusting pink. He liked that expression on you, you feared him, but from your tense posture and clenched fists he could tell you refused to bow under his power. You were tenacious, refused to back down, just like you refused to quit fighting those demons until you couldn't even stand. Even then, you were still spitting insults at them.

You were interesting, as was that weapon you possessed. When they arrived and you were barely conscious your weapon lay as a sword on the ground, but as soon as you passed out and Dante slung you over his shoulder it returned to your wrist as a bracelet. No, it changed as soon as he touched you. Then in the shop it turned into a bow and arrow. You certainly possessed curious power.

Your heart stuttered to a stop when his hand shot out with blinding speed to grip your jaw. His fingers were cold, sending goose bumps across your skin, your heart fluttered with fear and…curiosity? A want that you couldn't explain, he was so intimidating but you enjoyed the forbidden fruit of his touch.

His grip was firm and controlling, but not painful. He guided your jaw to look at you, scrutinizing eyes boring into yours, scanning your visage like a judge. He could feel your pulse speed up under his fingers, feel your breath come out in light pants. He enjoyed it immensely. Where his skin met yours was warm, not in the romantic sense, it seemed as though every fiber of your being repelled the demonic. If he was a full demon, no doubt his fingers would be burning against your skin.

Heat licked at your jaw as well, his skin creating a blazing path across your skin as he turned your head to one side, then the other. You never took your eyes off of him, his brother seemed innocent enough, but he didn't seem to have such innocent intentions.

A hand slipped up to weave in your hair, the other remaining on the underside of your jaw. He gave a yank when you sent him a defiant frown, a faint smirk curled his lips when you winced. He had your head craned back, but you still never broke his gaze.

He leaned forward, a hungry, ambitious gleam in his eyes. "You should watch yourself, angel." He warned, a sadistic light tinting his tone. "You're in a den of demons here."

He released you and before you could process it, his coat tails were disappearing up the stairs. You let out a deep breath that you didn't remember holding. Gulping, you ghosted a hand over where his fingers had rested, skin still warm and tingling.

The front door of the shop opened to reveal Dante, splattered in what you assumed was demon blood. He gave you a curious look, putting away his sword and pistols.

"Do you have a fever, babe? You're all flushed." He asked.

You looked away from his gaze, finding just as piercing as his brother's.

His eyes narrowed, suspecting that Vergil had something to do with your unsettled state. He shook off his scowl and smirked at you.

"You can sleep in my bed tonight if you want." He suggested with a waggle of his eyebrows.

"Will you be in it too?" You asked, already anticipating his answer.

"Well of course."

"I'll pass."

He sighed, giving you a mock glare. "Fine," He shrugged. "You can have the bed, but you have to promise not to have too many bad thoughts about what I would be doing to you all night long if I was there."

Your cheeks pinked and a scowl curved your lips. "Trust me, you have no worries of that." You rose from the couch and stretched. "I am an angel after all, I'm pretty sure indecency isn't part of the package."

That sounded like a challenge if he'd ever heard one.

He chuckled with a smirk. "We'll see about that. You never know, something might have changed since you left heaven, or where ever. They may be offering angel pole dancing classes up there."

A/N: I absolutely love this series more than any other, so I figure it's only right for me to make a series for it. This story is my baby, so I would really like some feedback. I've done the Hetalia fandom to death and have a tiny following of Hetalia fans (who are wonderful and I love each and everyone of them) But this is a whole different area so…can't count on all the people that just follow me for hetalia stuff.

Please Review! I really want some feedback!