Fiery: Copyrights - Story/idea© Me, Characters© Hidekaz Himaruya
Summary: The Britannia Angel had lost it all when he made a fatal mistake. Now the spirit will do anything to get the boy he was guarding back. Including starting a war between heaven and hell. USUK one-sided FRUK and one-sided Ameripan.
Chapter Four
Darkness. Solid black, choking darkness. Shadows seemed to ensnare all light and swallow it quickly, silently, hurriedly. This is what the American boy awoke to. The silence was so loud he felt as if his inner ears were being crushed. The air was still, cold, and dry. It smelled... stale if air could even get stale. Alfred didn't know, and at the moment he didn't care. The amount of fear flooding from the air around him left him drowning in an extreme panic attack. His heart was beating faster, faster. Thump-thump, almost no pause, thump-thump, no pause, thump-thump. The boy was shocked when he found it wasn't giving out. He felt sick and as if the air in his lungs were being crushed out of his body.
Where was he? Where could he be? What had happened to bring him here? Alfred closed his grey-sky eyes, and a face of love and joy flashed into vision. Large brown eyebrows atop bright green eyes which were half lidded to match his soft smile. The slightly wider head was cocked to the side ever so slightly, making his messy blond hair seem even wilder. Britannia. No... that didn't seem right. What had he said to the American? What had the ex-angel said? …...Arthur. His name was now Arthur. Arthur... it was fitting. Alfred remembered that the British spirit had been the one to take him away from the demons who said they were heaven sent. Maybe he was still here, watching.
"A-Arthur?" the teen tried tentatively. In seconds there was a sound, a normally silent sound that seemed loud as thunder now in the blackness and the silence.
Leathery wings stretched open in and flapped, quickly getting Greed off of his perch and down to his boy in seconds. As soon as the sin was by his boy he lashed his arms, tail, and wings out, engulfing him entirely.
Alfred let out a scream, he tried pulling away, tears building in his eyes as fear itself seemed to grab him and pull him in to join the other tortured souls that died in his grasp. "No! No! No! No! No! No!" the American carried on with this, his cries getting faster and more strung together with every moment.
His boy. His boy was scared of him. Arthur wanted to get him to stop to chase away the fear. The soul acted before thinking and silenced him with a forceful kiss that silenced his boy. In the blackness silence fell once more. "Hush Alfred; it's only me," Greed whispered. He pulled the boy into a tight embrace and the American seemed to melt to his skin with a wave of clam that splashed off of his back and onto the devil's follower too.
They sat in silence just savoring. Alfred savoring knowing that his guardian was back, and staying. Arthur savoring that his boy was here, that he didn't keep freaking out, that he was calmed with a kiss. A kiss from a demon. A kiss from sin's lips. Alfred really was his and he wanted to be. Soon though, the contentment was shattered when the American started to shiver.
"Alfred?" the demon asked, pulling away a bit. "What's wrong?"
"It's too cold and dark," the teen replied quietly.
A gentle smile made it's way across Greed's curious face. The same expression as what the American had remembered the British soul wearing. A small flame stood on the ground a little ways away. Alfred squinted, unaccustomed to the welcome light. There was very little of it, about as much fire as there is on a candle's wick and it shone with a bright green flame which faded to a pale blue the lower in the flame you got. Soon it started spreading, drawing lines in what appeared the be sand. It went slowly as if not to hurt Alfred's eyes. The fire connected to where it first appeared after a brilliant sped up display of hopping flames, and sparks. Colors changed when the flames landed in certain spots. Once it was over the American turned his gaze to his guardian.
"Did you do that?" he asked, breathlessly.
"Yes. I drew a arcane circle. As long as we stay here the Devil cannot see or hear us," the sin smiled, running his hands through his boy's hair.
"Why would it matter?" Alfred asked, cocking his head. The blond fringe caught itself on the teen's glasses which shimmered in the bright colors of the light around the pair.
"Satan wants to take you to piss off God," Arthur frowned, pressing his forehead to Alfred and lining up their noses.
"Why would I matter?" he asked.
"Because you are the world to me," Greed whispered and pressed their lips together. The American sat there for a moment, then hesitantly, gently kissed back. The sin smiled into the kiss then pulled back. The demon knew that wasn't why, but he had to get the American to forgive him for leaving. For leaving him to suffer as he did once the ex-angel was sucked into the depths of Hell.
Alfred wrapped his arms around the British soul's waist and rested his head upon his chest. The sin seemed to purr with happiness and wrapped his arms and wings tighter around the boy, tail flicking back and forth. The American sat and listened to the heart beat. Heart beat? Why would a spirit need a heart?
"Arthur?" He asked quietly.
"Yes love?" the devil's servant responded.
"Why do you have a heart if you're, um, dead?" the boy asked.
"So I-" the British soul was cut off by a familiar and annoying laugh.
"Honhonhonhon, what do we have here?" A French voice smoothed it's way through the warm air. The voice was deep and soothing, but upon hearing it Arthur felt like he was trying seduce everyone with his voice; which, being Francis, he probably was.
"Lust," The British voice growled. "Go away."
"Why mon amour?" the cocky French bastard asked, cocking a blond eyebrow.
"You know perfectly well why," Greed scowled, standing up and blocking Alfred's view of the blond sin with wavy hair.
The deep blue eyes were half-lidded as they usually were. The stubble on his chin was a dirty blond and stuck out a bit more on his pale skin because of it then his eyebrows, though they were only one shade lighter. "Non I don't think I do," a grin spread it's way across the other sin's face.
Alfred stood up and looked out from behind the Brit's wing to get a better look at the other soul.
When Francis spotted the boy his face lit up. Such round, innocent, pure grey-sky eyes were staring at him with curiosity, not a hint of corruption pooling in the bottom of his irises. The slightly tanned face with only but a few freckles on it from the skin damaged he had obtained. Golden hair framed his face with one stray cluster of hairs that stood up to defy gravity on top of his head. "Oh, now I know," a predatory smirk slid across the sin's face. He took long slow steps towards the pair. Suddenly a wind came and with is darkness. The fires were extinguished.
The moment it went dark Arthur curled his body around Alfred protectively. Upon realizing he could fly the British soul took off. He made it maybe teen feet up before Francis caught up to him and slammed the Brit into a thick, rock wall of the cave, knocking his grip on his American loose.
Alfred slipped from his arms and started falling, falling. "Arthur!" he screamed, flailing in the air. The American tried to get a grip on something anything as he fell.
"No!" the British soul screamed. Where was he? Where was his boy? He couldn't see! He couldn't see! Where? Oh God where? A slight glow caught his attention and he dove for it hoping, praying that it was his boy.
In a split second Arthur had his arms around the source of the slight glow, it was wingless and the golden light circled around the rebel hairs on the boys head. The sin quickly turned his body, wings outstretched, and crashed to the ground on his back with his boy safely on his chest.
The impact left the devil's servant stunned, allowing the other to land and pull the boy from him. The insolent boy. The source of his troubles. Lust held the boy by the front of his shirt and held back one hand, in it appeared a blade that was darker then the darkness around them. With a sickening grin, the American could only see due to the glow above his head, the blade fell.
A/N Time!
Fiery: I'M SORRY HAVEN'T UPDATED IN FOREVER! I WAS IN A MUSICAL HAVING TO STAY AFTER SCHOOL EVERY DAY FOR LIKE THREE WEEKS AND I HAVE A HORROR FIC SO I'M FOCUSING MORE ON IT CAUSE I'M A TWISTED LITTLE FREAK! DON SHOOT MEH!
Arthur: How could you forget about us?
Al: Yeah...
Fiery: I didn't! I kept trying to go back and write it but I couldn't think of anything to happen. Thank god for Red Jumpsuit Apparatus or else I probably would have never been able to write anything. I was listening to a few of their songs and it got me writing.
Arthur: ... Anyways... DON'T TELL ME YOU KILLED MY ALFIE
Al: Alfie?
Arthur: Shut up *pulls into tight hug*
Al: Yoinkness.
Fiery: That's my word!
Al: *sticks out tongue* so?
Arthur: Tell. Me. He's. Not. Dead.
Fiery: ... wtf do you think? I mean I killed him in another fanfic, but it was at THE VERY END it was in the fruking((I have a habit f typing that instead of fuck now...)) epilogue...
Arthur: Good...
Fiery: Anyways You guys on fanfic finally get to read my real writing. This is how I wrote last year, but for some reason it died this year. It's back though and maybe my stories will actually be decent now... Also I have an rp site for Hetalia! Some of you should join *wink wink nudge nudge*
Al: that was out of order...
Fiery: Shut it... here's a link h t t p : / / d s h e t a l i a n s . p r o b o a r d s . c o m / if you want a certain type of skin(The background and colors of site along with little pic up top) tell me and I'll make one for you if you become a member. Once your a member I'll automatically make one for the country that you're rping. And this last bit is just for the sake of laughs for those of you who might have read my story called Break.
Gil: GO MY GILBIRD ARMY!
Fiery: Mother- *is buried in chicks*