You more or less followed Lukas through the town. Now wearing a way-too-large gray sweater on loan from Berwald. With shorts from Tino, they were almost hidden under the sweater. You had, sorta, apologized to Berwald after cutting two slits in the back, letting your wings be free from constriction.

according to Lukas he had a meeting with his club. Being his familiar you went along, the afternoon smelled like bread. It was still expected to be a bit until the sun went down, lunch had just ended for the humans of the town. Being a demon you didn't need to eat for nourishment, more for just the pleasure of feeling calories go past your lips and rest in your tummy.

"stay here until I get back," Lukas ordered you. you were in front of a very odd looking shop. Probably one of those weird places where you can get eye of newt or virgins blood.

"I'm kinda chained to you, Norge." You said yanking on the chain for emphasis.

Lukas looked at you with a slight surprise. "W-why call me that?" He asked.

"I heard Matthis call you that. Why? Is that his designated pet name for you?" You asked.

Lukas percked his lips in annoyance, going to one of the benches and placing his end if the chain on to it. He mutterd something and now it was welded to the wood of it.

"did you just transfer my ownership to a bench?" you asked.

"Just wait here." Lukas finally said.

You groaned pulling on the chain. This was getting beyond annoying, at least his brothers were cute. It was borderline hilarious on how they tried to hide that they weren't human, they were either close enough or were a higher level demon to be your master. It took years of waiting to escape him, how long would it take to escape these men. Or whatever they were.

"da." A wee meow went through the air. You were laying on your back on the bench, a massive brown cat sat next to the bench. His eyes were closed and he was thick like a Stuffed animal.

"da," it said again. That was the weirdest meow you had ever heard. At least it wasn't a dog.

You reached down to touch his head. He sniffed your fingers first but rubbed against you. His purr was a thick as his fur, hoping onto your stomach. You grunted at his weight but he seemed to smile down at you.

"Sweet, I made a new friend." You laughed petting the cat. He must have been somebody's pet seeing that he was so friendly. The cat warmed you better then a furnace, a fuzzy furnace. "I'll call you...fluffy."

the cat stopped purring.

"okay, noy fluffy." You resumes to pet him. He began to purr again after assuring you his name was not Fluffy.

"one more lap!" Someone yelled in the distance.

You sat up and looked down the street. three men were jogging toward you, the one in front was shouting to the others. One looked as if he was almost crying. The one in the front had blonde hair under a baseball hat, tanktop, army pants, and boots. You could see the mans angry blue eyes from your spot. The one who appeard to be almost crying had a reddish brown hair, a obnoxious curl sprang out from the side of his head. A black jacket and a blue tie, how was he even running? His eyes were closed. Then there was the last one, he was calmly jogging at the middle, massive brown eyes, a flat bowl cut and white work out clothes.

your new cat friend jumped down from you. He ran away as the men jogged closer. He either didn't like them or he was still angry at you about the whole "fluffy" thing.

"but I don't wanna!" The curled hair guy said.

he stopped to pant near your bench. The blonde guy had his hands on his hips and glaring to the other guy. Judging by his crying and cute hair he must have been Italian.

"What're you doing?" You asked the three men. They looked your way, the blonde one raised an eyebrow aT Your appearance. The calm, cool, and collective lad walked over to you.

"hello." He said slightly bowing. Wow did this guy have a accent. "Excuse me but, what is that consolation?" He asked Pointing to your horns.

you tilted your head slightly,"cos-play?" You repeated.

the blonde guy walked over, "we aren't done training." he declared. The Accent of his had to be german, or he spat a lot.

"I'm (name), who're you?" You asked ignoring the pissed German.

"I am Kiku, (name)-San, this is mr. Ludwig and Feliciano-San." The Japanese guy said.

"choi!" Feliciano said appearing almost out of nowhere. For a guy who was whining about jogging a few minutes ago he suddenly had a lot of energy. "It's good to meet you, you're just a angle right?" He asked.

"um, thanks?" You said.

"(name)." Lukas called leaving the store and heading to you.

"gotamorgan, norway." Ludwig said to Lulas as he neard. "Have the magic cloud congured something new?"

"Something like that," Lukas said, looking at the axis he obviously had a new plan. "hey, Axis, will you be willing to keep an eye on her for a while? She has to have a master at all times and I still have to recreate something to return her."

"but we were going to get pasta!" Feliciano whined.

"what's pasta?" You asked watching Lukas hand the chain to Ludwig.

only Kiku seemed to see the mix of shock and horror on Felicianos face at your statement. Feliciano grabbed your wrist and was running, draggin. You with him down the street. Ludwig had to yell at him to slow down.

so that was how you first had tried pasta.