(Also, I do not own Hetalia or its smexy characters. If I did, they will be real and I would forever stalk England, Romano and the BTT! I do own the plot though)
(Gilbert's point of view)
I have been in London for a month and I have had the chance to know some of the locals of the area and find all the good pubs to drink at. Only yesterday was I spotted by one of Heaven's doves when I was in the garden of the abandoned house I am staying in. My wings, spade tipped tail and devil horns were visible at the time when the stupid dove saw me, and of course, it flew to the angels, telling them about me.
Oh how much I hate those feather winged freaks. They protect the 'children of God' and fight us 'servants of Satan' who once were humans too. The bastards just label us by how we look and that we come from the centre of the Earth instead of in the fluffy clouds that they live in. I decided long after I died, that I would return to Earth in search of my little brother, but one thing I didn't know then was if I appeared in a city, I couldn't really freely leave the city as if I had been chained there.
So a month and three day have passed and I have grown to like the city. There are lots of people, some with sweet souls and some with bitter souls. I like a combination of both and I find enough souls to satisfy my appetite when I lead them into the dark alley ways in London at night. They just can't resist my awesomeness, though most of the poor suckers are drunk.
Tonight, though, I feel like a sweet soul, but it is too late to go after children's souls as they are all asleep and the fucking angel's protect them when they sleep by putting a barrier around the room. Only time a devil can get to a child to eat the soul or give them nightmares is to be in the room before they are put to bed.
I pull my awesome hoodie over my horns while my leather black wings hug my body and my tail is wrapped around my leg under my pants.
I walk the streets of London, smelling the air for a sweet soul to satisfy tonight's appetite, but none of them are sweet enough for what I am after. Fick2. Why do adults have to lose innocence and sweetness in their soul when they grow older? It just makes the hunt- Wait.
Gilbert smells the air and his pupils narrow a bit to slits. He follows the smell until he spots where the scent is coming from. The scent is coming from a young looking adult with blonde messy hair. Gilbert licks his lips and stalks the man, keeping a safe distance, but close enough to still follow the man's scent.
His signature smirk widens when he notices the man walk into his favourite pub. He watches him through the pub's window. He waits a bit before walking in and greeting the bartender. He and the bartender have become great friends since Gilbert keeps showing up for beers and, every once in a while, a 'proper meal'.
"Kesesesese. Hey Max! I'll have the usual please." The bartender nods and fills up a glass of Gilbert's favourite beer and hands it to him, going back to his work. Gilbert takes his beer and walks over to where the man he was following is sitting.
"Do you mind if I sit here?"
The man at the table looks at Gilbert with his jade green eyes, then around the pub, obviously looking at all the empty tables around them.
"I don't mind."
Gilbert sits at the table and decides to get to know the man before having him for dinner.
After a few drinks, he started to like the man he is talking to and forgets all about his appetite for his soul. He has a few laughs as the man gets drunker by each mouthful of his beer, and finds that he might be of some use to him. It sounds like he is a hit man for someone, and by sticking with him, Gilbert could get free souls without having to work for them. Not only that, but this guy doesn't seem all that bad to hang around, and Gilbert does need a drinking buddy.
"Name's Arthur Kirkland. What's yours?"
Gilbert looks at the man, thinking if he should tell him his real name, or give him a fake. Pfft. Who cares? The guy is piss drunk already. It'll be surprising if he remembers anything at all from tonight. "The awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt!"
Arthur smiles at him and Gilbert can tell that he can't last any longer as the British man passes out.
"Kesesese. Looks like I am taking him back to my place."
2 Fick: Fuck in German
((Behold super fast writing and uploading! XD *dies* Two more chapters to go for school which involve friendship and fighting, and the rest of the chapters will just be for Fanfiction! Thank you for sticking with me and the story. Sorry if the chapters are short 3 Please review!))
