Fallen


Summary: England falls down a literal plot hole and must go through as many prompts as he can in order to go dig himself up to the surface.

Note: Many ships are going to sail and sink FrUk, UsUk, AsaKiku, it's an entire English Armada and a lot of AUs are going to be here.

(If you want a certain ship to come up, just suggest them!)

Note: Bad words (le gasp! Bloody demons), harsh punishment (Like, cutting off limbs harsh), mentions of torture (hey it's hell, there's bound to be some hot pokers, pitch forks and whips) war between heaven and hell, mentioned character deaths and betrayal


Chapter 7: Heaven or Hell?


England sat down and enjoyed a cup of Earl Grey. Sitting on his lap is the plush of Scones, he found it therapeutic to hold onto Scones and simply vent. He didn't have to hide and play pretend for the sake of the play, he could simply be himself. Well, he does act as himself in those plays, but with a different backstory and the same personality. It is…draining sometimes, because he is himself but not at the same time.

"Who do you think will be next?" He hummed, drinking the final drops of tea.

The plush didn't reply, as expected.

"Yes, the only way to find out is to go through the poster, but it is fun to wonder sometimes," He set down the cup and placed Scones on the bed.

"Well, time to go down the rabbit hole," He paused, "Or is it up? Either way I'll end up in a new play."

The next play stated it clean and clear cut. An angel and a demon fall in love. Hell disapproves, Heaven discriminates. He raised an eyebrow. Romeo and Juliet style this one. Hopefully he won't end up like either of the two. He won't make such rash decisions or he will make sure they won't end up like them. He'll make sure of that.

He smiled at the plush, "Well, take care, Scones, I might be late,"

England pushed through the poster and he fell.


The world is a blur of blue to red, heat prickling at his skin. The wind is warm and carries the scent of burning candles. He closes his eyes and he can taste it. The taste of ash and the bright flames are a familiar memory. He took a deep breath and he landed.

He landed in room with burnt orange walls and fire lighting up the place instead of lights. So he's the demon in this one, fun. He knew he has wings, a tail and horns. He flapped his wings. It's instinctive and takes little to no adjustment. England had the convenience of the play to thank for. He picked up the notebook for his role. He mutedly noticed that he has his earring, ring and necklace are on. His clothes are his…pirate clothes, odd.

'Name: Arthur Kirkland

Age: 289 years old (physically 21)

Gender: Male

Nationality: Demon (Previously English)

Occupation: Hell's Naval Commander

Backstory: Arthur Kirkland is an infamous pirate that was hanged. Because of his crimes as a pirate, he was sent to Hell while Commodore Antonio, his rival on the seas, went to Heaven. This has led to them continuing their rivalry even after death as Heaven and Hell wages war. He is Hell's Naval Commander and is known for his heat in battle and heading off to Earth. Many demons shrug this off as him terrorizing humans as he had done as a pirate. He typically battles using his cutlass and magic. He typically avoids his fellow demons and dislikes speaking to them other than leading his crew, giving him a reputation for being cold.

Note: Arthur actually goes to Earth to relax and feel human. (The battles are fought on earth's sky or over the sea, away from humans under the accordance of rule number 6: No humans are to be dragged into the war as earth and in turn humans, are neutral.)'

Well that explains the pirate get up.

He chuckled to himself. It's been awhile since he's able to get into the role of his pirate self without having to worry. So easy to let go, he licked his lips, eyes glowing a poisonous green. Exiting his room, he realized he's well, he's in Hell. The burning flames surrounding him, wrapping around him like the caress of a treacherous lover. He's not that surprised.

He allowed the knowledge that flowed in his head to guide him to where he has to be. Apparently, there's another war council with the rest of his fellow commanders in their specific demonic roles. The images of the Allies flickered through his mind.

Alfred, the demon of Gluttony, normally in charge of keeping the soldiers spirits at their very height. He's in charge of the army.

Ivan, the demon who festers on Greed, he is the head of the prisoner division who tortures them with a happy smile on his face.

Francis is in charge of the sleeper division, the demons who try to seduce and sway the angels into falling as well as swaying humans into sinning.

China's copy, Yao Wang apparently, is Hell's personal trainer. He's the nightmare of any incompetent soldier as he orders and commands with a glare.

Then, there's him, Hell's Naval Commander, feared and distant, barely speaking with his fellow demons, cold-blooded and cruel.

Arthur scowled. War meetings are just like their normal meetings.

"Captain Arthur, arriving late, I see," Francis sneered haughtily.

Arthur glared at him, "Still an ugly bastard, I see,"

Francis bristled at this, "How cold! You'll never look attractive at this rate, you eyebrow asshole!"

"If it means I don't look like you, then good." Arthur scoffed, "I won't look like some frog face piece of shit,"

"Hey!" Francis came to his face, his fists balling up the front of his shirt. Arthur grinned at him with a smug grin.

"Stop antagonizing, Francis! We're here to discuss the war, not fight each other. Do that in your own time!" Yao stood to separate them. Arthur sent Francis a smug smile.

Alfred burst into the room with a scowl of his own. "We're at a draw."

Ivan growled, "Again?!"

"Yes. Again," Alfred snarled out, pacing back and forth his tail whipping around in annoyance.

Arthur leaned on one hand in boredom, "Anything else new?"

"The newest batch of soldiers is done," Yao tilted his head, brown eyes with a hint of red pining him with a blank and dispassionate stare.

Alfred smirked, "Good, I'll deal with them once we're done with the meeting."

"Sadly, the rate of fallen angels have gone down," Francis reported with a pout.

Ivan huffed, "Train them better then,"

Francis narrowed his eyes at Ivan. "Like you do much, all you do is torture. I almost think you get off of that sort of thing,"

"It's better than failing my only job," Ivan retorted coldly. His violet eyes gained an eerie shine.

"And you, Captain Arthur, anything new?" Alfred directed attention to him.

Arthur huffed in displeasure. "That Spanish bastard's still a pain in the ass,"

"Useful, Arthur, he meant useful," Francis took a dig at him. "No one cares about your silly rivalry."

Arthur glared at him, his fingers glowing red as a warning sign. "Nothing else, sea and sky are still at the same,"

Francis clammed up, paling quickly at the sight of Arthur's glowing fingers. "Right then,"

"Meeting dismissed,"


Arthur strode to his ship to set sail once more. He has a feeling that Demon Arthur here is constantly irritated after the meeting. The rest of the demonic crew knew to keep away from him as he snapped out orders and they hoisted out of Hell to guard whatever borders they have while trying to gain more. The more 'territory' Hell has the unpopulated parts of Earth, the better.

As they sailed the skies of the Equator, Arthur tensed.

"Enemy spotted!"

Arthur smirked, show time. He barked out orders, he brought out his cutlass, eyes trained on one man and one man alone, Antonio. Antonio himself is dressed like he remembered Conquistador Spain to be, hair in a ponytail, his own sword in hand and eyes a different green than his. This one though, had a golden halo hovering above his head and pure white wings behind him, replacing his cape.

"Captain Arthur! Let's see who'll get the best today!" Antonio yelled, clearly addressing him.

"Aim the cannons, show no mercy!" He ordered. Ah he had missed this sort of chaos that can only come with being a pirate. The freedom, the chaos and the general work is like a familiar balm to him.

His crew did their job, aiming for Antonio.

"Steady now…" He waited for Antonio to come closer, they need a clear shot.

"Steady…" A pause, a breath, a short static beat is all it took before Antonio's ship came into view.

"Fire!"

The cannons shot. Two had shot at the haul of the ship, another at the mast. Wood flew everywhere as clouds rolled in to cover their view.

"Get ready!" He shouted at his crew. Watching as they pathetically scrambled, he waited for bated breath, flames lit in order to give them better light.

Antonio's ship crashed next to him, splinters flying everywhere and angels flying over board as Antonio flew straight towards him. Arthur flew up, holding his cutlass in front of him, successfully stopping Antonio's sword from slicing through him. The Spaniard grinned at him.

"Another day, another battle to be won," Antonio cheekily gloated.

Their swords met and metal sung. Arthur snapped back at him. "Don't go crying when I beat you,"

They dodged and danced around each other, swords and snaps, words exchanged and smug grins were had. In the sky, they danced, metal upon metal, the battle cries of their men like music in the background. The tide of battle twisted and turned as they flew around.

"Getting tired, Arturo?" The Spaniard teased, an easy going smile on his face.

Arthur scoffed, "Never, Anthony,"

Another beat, another groan and the wind blew. The clouds moved along, such a dance that he misses yet not. The battle went on for hours, the sun rising up high into noon when it ended. Arthur had managed to corner Antonio, his sword at his neck with only Antonio's sword stopping it from lopping his head off.

"At least take me out on a date first," Antonio joked, looking at home and at ease.

Arthur tilted his head, "With how many battles we've had, I think this would count as a date,"

Antonio laughed heartily, "Maybe, but this doesn't look like such a nice date, Arturo,"

"It's not a date between you and me but a date with me and victory! For a nice gift to myself, how about I chop off your head?" Arthur grinned down at Antonio.

"As if, you can," He flapped his wings, smiling even if Arthur knew he was feeling pressured.

Ah, Spain's counterpart still holds the 'I'm the Boss' mentality, interesting.

Arthur kept pushing, leaning in close to whisper. "Yeild."

A beat, Antonio's eyes darted from the sword to his face as if seeing whether or not he's sincere.

Their attention is drawn when the remaining angels have fled back to their ship, the cheers of Arthur's men echoing through the sky.

Antonio gave him a twitch of a smile, "Fine, I yield for now, Arthur,"

He ducked down and fled along with his crew, wings fluttering past him, dropping a feather. Arthur picked up the feather kept it in his inner coat pocket. He'll have this to himself.

Arthur cheered. "We won!"

The men burst into celebration and Arthur glanced down at the land below him while his men went back to work, collecting the injured and sewing them back up. His tail swished from side to side as he gazed down at earth. His wings fluttered calmly, almost like the wings of a butterfly.

Hmm, he should go to earth soon.


Arthur smiled to himself as he entered a café, abandoning his pirate outfit for the more conventional punk sort of look. Jeans, chains, and everything after all he is a demon. He might as well play the part. (Never mind the fact he found those sorts of clothes in his closet and figured he missed being a punk.)

That's when Antonio, came in wearing slacks and a blue hoodie, looking less like the conquistador he was and the angel he is.

He glanced around the shop and paused when he saw Arthur but ignored it. Arthur took a sip from his drink. Now what will Antonio do about it? He did somewhat forget the play, he's slightly embarrassed to admit that. Arthur didn't look away from him. His bright green eyes standing out as he watched Antonio.

Antonio got his drink and approached him, taking a seat from his table.

"Well, well, well, look who I run into,"

Arthur sighed and crossed his arms. "Adhere to the treaty, bird brain,"

"I wasn't doing anything to break the treaty, Arthur," He retorted with a smug smile.

Arthur leaned forward, "What do you want, Antonio?"

Antonio waved a hand dismissively. "I'm not here for anything, Arthur. I'm here to enjoy the lack of conflict and realx,"

"How coincidental, I'm here for the same thing," Arthur replied.

Antonio raised an eyebrow, "Oh? I thought you would be enjoying the chaos and freedom you would have,"

"Not really," He replied dispassionately. "It's not the sort of freedom I crave there. It's more of a boxed in world. I can do as I please but I have someone to answer to. The others in there don't help. Francis is a right ass, Alfred's too loud, and Ivan creeps me out while Yao and I are more acquaintances."

Antonio raised an eyebrow, "I did not expect that level of openness from you, Arthur,"

Arthur shrugged, "It's better to vent to someone who will act like normal and won't laugh at me for 'weakly sharing my feelings' when everyone back there irritates, annoys or is general a distant person from me. Not like I have any friends there."

"Oh, I see. Well, if it makes you feel better, I won't judge." Antonio took a sip of his own drink. "I mean, Feliciano's a good person and a wonderful artist but on battle is not where he belongs. His brother Romano while a friend, he...he's not quite good at opening up towards me. While I do have a friend up there, we're not…close."

They spent the rest of their time on earth, venting and understanding each other's plight.

"You know," Arthur started as they watched the sun set. "We should do this again sometime."

Antonio nodded his head, "Tomorrow, same time, same place?"

"Sounds good to me," Arthur replied with a calm smile on his face.

They shook hands and the world faded to black.


He returned to another day. No scheduled meetings, nothing much other than meeting up with Antonio and venting about their issues. It worked much like how it did with Kiku, Arthur figured. He'll do something and then meet up, fast forwarding through the unimportant parts.

Those vents grew to be talks. The meeting place began changing, and instead of fast forwarding through the fights, it began to be more of a snapshot for him. Their fights became less anger driven and more like a spar. They traded quips and laughs while maintaining the curtain of enemies.

Arthur learnt that Antonio sometimes felt excluded as his friend, Gilbert (who he's sure is Prussia from the description) hangs mostly around his brother, Ludwig. Arthur in turn told him of his disconnection from his peers in Hell as they are mostly antagonistic or distant to him. Antonio told him he felt like the war is now mostly stagnant and nothing truly happens. Arthur told him that he felt that he was a shadow of what he used to be as he grew tired of the war and battle.

He learnt Antonio's favourite things to watch when in Heaven are bulls, forest life and the creatures in the ocean. Arthur listened and talked and chatted, the entire thing reminding him of Kiku. Different yet similar, like the times of day. Kiku was like the moon he had come from, soft and gentle, Antonio is much like the noon, happy, energetic and bright. Like day and night, they're so different and yet he can't help but compare them. (He felt guilty. After all, Antonio s enjoying his time without having to compare him to anyone while he's here and comparing two different people even though he knows they're different and both are equally lovable.)

One day, they went to a cliff that looked over the sea. Antonio brought up some flowers for him.

"Arthur. I…I know we're not supposed to be like this. But I," He licked his lips and glanced away, "I can't help but fall in love with you."

He knew this was different from Kiku. But, how it was set up made it parallel to when he was with Kiku. He's trying. He knows that, the ring on his finger reminding him to let go and enjoy the present while thinking of tomorrow.

He flushed. "I… Antonio, I, I feel the same but…"

Antonio's eyes widened, "But what? Is it the fact you're a demon and I'm an angel?"

Arthur shook his head. "I, I'm not sure if I'm ready for something like this again,"

"Again? Oh," Antonio's eyes gained a sad gleam. "You loved back then."

Arthur nodded his head. "His name was Kiku. He gave me this necklace."

"I see," Antonio shook his head, wiping away tears and giving him a broken but sincere smile, "I'll wait for you then. Tell me when you're ready, for us. This won't change anything right?"

Arthur gave him a soft smile, "Of course it won't. Thank you for understanding,"

They continued as they were. The tone melancholic as Arthur told Antonio of his love with Kiku. All the while, Antonio listened without any signs of jealousy.


When he returned, he felt much more relaxed and calm. While he did speak with Captain Arthur about this, it wasn't in depth. It was a silent understanding instead of the venting he had done with Antonio. For that, he was grateful.

"Oh, Arthur, you look different." Francis commented. "Did you get laid on Earth?"

Arthur tensed, glaring at him and snapping. "Go away, Francis, I'm not in the mood,"

Francis opened his mouth before shutting it closed. He watched as Arthur headed to his room with confused eyes.

Arthur flopped to bed reflecting on whether or not he's ready for another romance that he knows will fade away. He closed his eyes, allowing the world to fade to black.


The next day, another chat, Arthur did his best to hide his excitement. He had reflected a bit and realized that he'll give it another go. Kiku would want him to be happy. Being able to vent had made him realize that he had already let go but had felt guilty about it and instead opted to pretend to hold on to stem that guilt.

"Antonio," He called out, a smile on his face. "I tossed the idea around my head for a bit but… I'm ready."

Antonio looked at him in surprise, "I expected you to take longer to answer that, what changed?"

He moved closer to Antonio. "I actually let go. See, he used to be the only reason I haven't up and gone rogue in Hell. It was a reminder of better days and better times. Then, I realized I already have what I longed for already."

Antonio smiled at him and moved to hug him. "As long as you feel that you are happy with your decision, then I'm fine with it."

Antonio leaned down to look at him in the eyes. Forest green met with emerald green, Antonio leaned down towards him and they kissed.

It's soft and sweet, almost patient, allowing for him to take the reins for how this would go. Arthur smiled into the kiss.


In the distance, Francis watched with narrowed eyes, watching as Arthur kissed some random man. Why does he seem familiar? He has the vague aura of an angel but most devoted Christians have some sort of angelic aura seeing as Guardian Angels tend to touch the aura in order give them some sort of heavenly guidance. Francis watched from afar as Arthur parted from his partner, clearly male, when he stiffened.

That face, Francis shifted uncomfortably. He recognized it as Commodore Antonio. He bit his lip. Love (or would it be lust?) is something he's always been preaching. However, Francis sighed, Hell's rules and all. He watched the pair with sorrowful eyes. He wants to apologize to them. To beg them for forgiveness for what he's about to do. He's never seen Arthur this happy. But rules are rules, Francis bit his lip. He knows he's staring at them, gazing with pleading eyes, as if that would somehow portray his sorrow for his future actions.

Antonio wrapped an arm around Arthur, treating him gently. "How about we go to a park for our first official date?"

"That sounds lovely," Arthur gave him a cheeky smile, "Anthony,"

Francis held back a hiccup as tears ran down his face. He wonders if it's a good thing he's already in Hell because what he's about to do may as well condemn him. He's going to ruin their relationship and it's his fault.

He couldn't take it anymore, couldn't take looking at a happy couple with the knowledge that he'll ruin it.

Francis fled to report this.


Arthur was smiling for the whole day. They had done what they usually did but with much more intimacy. They talked and vented, laughing and giggling. It was intoxicating, how Antonio looks at him like he hung up the stars while mumbling against the side of his head about how his eyes were like emeralds found in a coal mine. Arthur told him the story behind the different jewellery on him. (His counterpart here had always worn them from even his life on earth, interestingly enough.)

He told him of his love with Kiku that was underneath the stars, he told him of his friend who had given him that ring as a reminder to keep going, he told him the funny story of how the earring was from two men who had been fighting to be his suitors. In turn, Antonio told him of a child he had taken in, about his devotion to Spain and how he had seen the seas as his only place of freedom away from duties.

He's never felt this free, his heart lighter than the feather still in his pocket, he feels like he could fly to Heaven with this feeling.

They had kissed and laughed till tears streamed down their faces. They had teased and grinned at one another. But most importantly, they had loved each other. Arthur wondered if this play will fade like this. He hopes it will fade so it will stay on a happy note, with hope in their hearts and love in their eyes.

But it doesn't.

It fades to black after a kiss in front of the setting sun but it doesn't finish there.


He wakes up with a pit of dread pooling in his stomach. The door knocks and a grim looking Francis glances at him with tearful eyes.

"I'm sorry."

Arthur knew where this was going. He was discovered.

"You know the rules, Arthur."

No.

"I-I told the council."

Arthur threw a dagger at Francis.

The man used his insufferable ability to become intangible and allowed the dagger to go through him. Arthur tackled him, using his wings to go faster, forgetting his ability to use magic as he tried to strangle him with his bare hands.

All the while Francis stared back with him with understanding and sorrowful eyes.

"You frog faced, lying, traitor of a-" He snarled, unable to put force into his actions. The thought of any sort of demon getting their hands on Antonio and hurting him made his blood boil in rage.

Francis allowed the tears to flow down. "I, I don't…blame you, Arthur."

Arthur crumpled into a heap as he curled into a ball, tears staining the cloths on Francis' chest. Francis hesitated before wrapping his arms around Arthur and righting them into a sitting position. Arthur snarled but didn't do anything.


Meanwhile, Antonio's facing his own dilemma in Heaven. Romano had followed him out of concern seeing as Antonio had come back looking less than happy.

"Tomato bastard," Romano mumbled, "I," He took a deep breath. "I'm sorry."

Antonio smiled at him kindly, "Why? There's nothing to be sorry for, Roma!"

"I know about Arthur. I told them."

Antonio's smile froze on his face, stiff and unnatural.

"Excuse me? Are you okay, Roma? Do you have a fever or something?" He asked. (Angels can't get fevers or human illnesses.)

"I'm so sorry, Antonio," Roma cried, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'msorryI'msorryI'msorry-"

"-Stop." Antonio pleaded, "Stop Romano. You're joking right. You'll come around and say 'Haha, I can't believe you fell for that!' right?" Forest green eyes gazed into chocolate brown with such a fractured look Romano thought it was a broken mirror.

Romano's heart broke.


"I'm sorry but it had to be done," Francis mumbled softly.

"Bullcrap," Arthur glared. "You could have stayed silent."

"It-" "Stop!" Arthur snarled, shoving away from Francis. "You're repeating the same horse filled frog shit over and over like it'll actually make me forgive you!"

Francis flinched at this. "Please, I truly am sorry, Arthur."

Yao flew in. "Captain Arthur, the Council has found that it is not actually illegal to be with an angel however, your reputation has fallen. You will keep your job but your time on earth shall be limited and you must have a guard watching you to ensure you won't betray Hell. The Council has voted to not hunt the angel."

Arthur nodded his head at Yao.

"Understood," His voice is a flat monotone, devoid of any emotion.

"And Captain Arthur?"

"Yes?"

Yao glanced at him. "Be safe, I don't trust those feathered scumbags with your heart."

Arthur gave him a wan smile. "Thank you, Sergeant Yao,"


"For falling in love with a demon, that demon shall be hunted down and brought to Heaven to be branded and his horns broken while the angel charged with this crime shall be branded for all to know of his crime. Do you accept this punishment, Commodore Antonio?"

He sobbed. "I-I accept the punishment,"

Two angels, Ludwig and Gilbert, held him down to restrain him as Romano branded him on both wrists as well as his ankles.

Romano flinched at the sounds of his screams, the holy flames burning into him and branding him a criminal. Guilt gnawed on his heart and preyed on his bones, the raw screams of Antonio as his holy energy resisted to this and tried to heal the damage. Ludwig pumped him with random intervals of energy in order to disrupt the building magic. Tears streamed down his face as he thought again and again, 'I'm so sorry'.

The world faded to black and Arthur knew that he would be heading to earth.


Francis shadowed him this time. However, when no one came, Arthur became confused. This something happen? It's not illegal to be with Antonio so they wouldn't track him down and injure him.

Then Antonio did come but looking very worried for him. "Arthur, please. Go back,"

"Huh? Antonio-" "Go! Run, Heaven knows," Antonio cried, choking back a sob.

"What- Antonio," Arthur snatched his wrist and saw a brand mark. "They, they did this to you?" He began to fuss, checking him over.

"Are you injured? What did they do to you, Antonio?!"

Antonio snatched back his hand. "Please, Arthur! They're hunting you down. They don't care if I love you. Just- Go. Don't make this harder than it already is."

It was too late.

Ludwig had found them. Arthur froze in surprise. It's Germany's counterpart. He shuddered at what Ludwig might do to him.

"Arthur, go!" Antonio pushed him.

Francis came down from where he watched. He stood in front of Ludwig with a French sabre in his hand. "This is neutral territory,"

"For falling in love with a demon, the angel and the demon shall be branded and the demon's horns shall be broken." Ludwig retorted as if that ends all arguments.

"Neutral territory, you do not want to aggravate us into invading earth, Ludwig," France narrowed his eyes while Arthur stood behind him. His hands ready to summon magic to the surface. Behind Ludwig is Antonio, who's pleading for him to go and run.

Arthur stepped around Francis. "I'll take the punishment."

"No!" Antonio reached out for him, tears falling freely.

Francis looked at him in shock, "You'd willingly get your horns broken?!"

Arthur smirked at Francis. "It's better than being at a stand-off. It's not like I'm able to die,"

"Still, your horns won't grow back," Francis tried to reason.

"Please don't do it," Antonio whispered brokenly. His eyes wide and gleaming with unshed tears.

Arthur smiled at Antonio and hugged him before cupping his cheek, "Don't worry. It'll be over before you know it." He kissed him on the cheek.

Antonio held onto him. Arthur sighed. "Please, just let me go,"

Ludwig ripped Antonio away from him. "That is enough."

Romano and Gilbert appeared there. Romano is grimacing at the situation while Gilbert stood with a blank expression.

"Let's get this over with," Ludwig said, restraining Arthur and pumping enough holy energy to force him into his natural demonic form.

"For falling in love with an angel, your horns shall be broken and you shall be branded." Romano lifted a shaking hand and pushed the horn with all his might.

Snap!

The horn broke and Arthur howled in pain.

Francis flinched. Romano choked back a sob and Antonio wailed.

Snap!

Blood leaked from where the horns had been. Arthur's eyes were glazed over with pain as Romano gulped and began to brand him.

Arthur writhed and keened. Ludwig and Gilbert had to fight to keep him down as he cried and roared in pain. Antonio took solace from being held in the arms of a wincing Francis, the man sobbing at the sound of his lover hollering in pain or crying in agony.

Soon enough it was over and they were left alone with only a bleeding Arthur, a worried Francis and a tearful Antonio.

Arthur tried to smile at him. "See! No need to fuss over me, I'm fine!"

Antonio slapped him.

Arthur winced at the additional pain but figured he sort of deserved it.

"Don't try that with me, Arthur. Left me heal you," He said, lifting up a glowing hand.

Arthur sighed, "Either way, you'll fix me right up,"

Antonio cradled his head in his lap; giving him access to Arthur's bleeding horns. Arthur knew he's too exhausted to put the glamour over himself to look human so he simply laid there with Francis as lookout.

"All better," Antonio smiled, helping Arthur sit up. "Francis, please bring him back, he'll recover quicker there than on earth."

Francis nodded his head and bent down to pick him up. Arthur had long passed out in the arms of his lover.

"Make sure he recovers," Antonio said softly.

"I will."


England woke up to the room he was in. The Scones plush sat next to him as if to comfort him, his eyes wide with the lasting image of Antonio crying over him. He shook his head and found a silver feather charm on a bracelet sitting on top of his violin.

He picked up the bracelet and put it on. He hoped that his counterpart in that play will be alright and flops down onto the bed for some much needed sleep. He's still tired from what had happened.

(That was the first time he had seen Spain in tears. England remembered learning more about Spain's counterpart and wondered how much of that is true to the original. He had learned to let go of the pass while enjoying their memory. England thanked Antonio for reminding him of that fact and teaching him to love instead of treating them as friends. England hoped that Antonio had reached a happy ending with that Arthur.)


And done! That was a whirlwind eh? That took a lot longer than I expected it to be. I would like to thank the Pirates of the Caribbean theme as well as those Pirate England AMVs on YouTube, Alestorm (Wolves of the Sea in particular) and my ability to forget the time. I couldn't resist having another Pirate England, especially with a Conquistador Spain but I felt that wouldn't be fun enough without the idea of a demon and an angel falling in love. I figured England would be the demon as he's well, a pirate and Spain as an angel would be great! I don't see much AUs for this with different pairings other than USUK so it would be fun to give SpUk a chance at having the spotlight. Anyway, that's enough of me rambling, I hope you have a good day! (Or night!)