Disclaimer: Neither Hetalia nor the Alternate Universe belongs to me. I only own the work that they are going to read.
Notices: (In prologue)
Couples: (In prologue)
-You shall not take the name of God in vain.-
That was their first meeting.
I don't know very well how it ended, if Feliciano fled or if they talked, all that he remembers is those celestial eyes hiding in the shadows and fading.
The angel arrived just in time to the house, he had to hurry to hang the painting to hide the portal, to take off his clothes and to pretend to sleep before his brother returned.
He spent the whole night thinking about that cool look and light hair.
He had met a demon! HE HEALED a demon!
But instead of feeling fear or guilt, a strange emotion filled his chest, adrenaline filled his body and a immense desire to laugh made its way into him.
He wanted to see him again.
For the love of God, he wanted to see him again!
And ask his name, his favorite color, why he had such a serious face... He wanted to know so many things!
That emotion was a little bittersweet, knowing he was supposed to be an enemy.
Several moons passed until Lovino (who had spent all that time watching over his younger brother) was called to another battle.
Feliciano had never been so happy that his brother was gone (he really felt guilty about that emotion), but hid it with a sad face and a lot of hugs to his brother.
When he finally left, the little angel ran to his room, closed the door and removed the painting from the wall, revealing the portal.
He activated it with that phrase in Latin and walked through it without fear, soon feeling the touch of the grass and its freshness.
He opened his eyes and the light, miraculously, didn't blind him, trying to remember the way to the clear. Feliciano ran through the trees until he reached it.
There was no one, as expected.
Feliciano couldn't avoid a puncture of disappointment, after all, he had gone there for a reason.
He knew it was stupid and useless, but he decided to wait.
Who knows?
He sat on the grass, ran among the trees, balanced on the stones of the lake, danced among the flowers...
That was all his afternoon.
When evening had come, Feliciano decided to swim a little, so he got rid of his clothes, placed them on a rock and entered in the warm water.
When it already surrounded his waist, Feliciano spread his wings, which measured more than him in all his totality.
He wiped his arms and head, wiping away the dirt it was left because of the grass, running his hands down his neck and chest.
"Have you never been told that predators are looking for cute preys like you?"
A playful voice crept through the air and bristled the little angel's skin, reflexively hiding its body between its wings.
"Aw~ How cute, right Al?"
"Yes!"
Feliciano blushed and looked at his spies.
The one who had spoken to him first was a man with white hair and eyes of blood, a mischievous smile escaping his lips.
The second, who seemed less interested because he looked elsewhere (Although he seemed more obliged than anything else) was blond and wearing glasses that concealed his eyes, a wild lock escaped in his bangs and seemed annoyed for some reason.
"I forgot that Ivan forbade you to look, what a pity. But more for me." He stopped looking at the blonde to analyze the little angel with a lustful look, making Feliciano blush more.
"Wasn't your brother interested in him?"
"Just look at him! He's adorable, how can I resist that?"
While they argued the little Angel picked up his clothes and put them on, trying to sneak away.
"Where are you going, little one?"
The snow-colored hair man intercepted him halfway, but instead of being aggressive as the blond had been, he took him gently by the waist, pressing him against it.
"Eeeek!"
"Gilbert." Another voice, more familiar to him, sounded. "Release him."
The red-eyed man pouted.
"Now."
The blonde of a few days ago was the one who spoke.
"But little brother..."
"No "little brother", grab your bird and leave your adolescent hormones already."
Feliciano felt the pressure on his waist disappear and how this 'Gilbert' was grumbling.
"Ah, and you." He pointed to the blond. "Arthur is looking for you, Alfred. Something about cooking today or something."
Alfred turned pale and ran out of the clear.
"I'm sorry. My brother can be an asshole sometimes."
"It doesn't matter..." Feliciano ran his hand over his neck. "He just scared me a little, ve..."
The blond ignored that strange sound that came from between his lips and sighed.
"Why are you here?"
"Hmh?"
"I mean, why did you come back? Don't tell me that for a fight, you don't look like a battle angel."
Feliciano blushed himself, he couldn't tell him he was there to find him!
"Eh... Well..."
The angel tried to find some excuses.
"I had seen the water and I wanted to bathe here... Exactly that!"
The demon arched an eyebrow, not believing a word, but hey, that Angel didn't seem very normal.
"I see..."
Feliciano sighed and told the truth.
"Honestly... I just wanted to know your name."
"My name?"
"Yes... It's the first time I've met a demon, and I'd like to get to know you better, and... And..."
"Why? We are natural enemies, you know that, right?"
"I know! But, you don't look as bad as everyone says... I mean...!"
The demon nodded, and being unresponsive to his logical side, replied: "So you want to know?"
Feliciano nodded.
"Promise me you will not tell anyone."
The Angel raised a solemn hand. "I swear to God, sir."
The dark being was surprised by it, that oath was very important in the heavens.
"Ludwig."
"Oh?"
"My name, Ludwig."
Feliciano smiled broadly, illuminating most of the clearing.
"Feliciano Vargas to serve you, captain!" Ludwig almost smiled, until he analyzed that well and understood.
"Var... gas?"