Fiery: Copyrights- story© 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 Seven

Lust smirked as he saw the Brit coming his way. Now that he was finally away from that American street rat Arthur might finally see him. "'Ello Mon Amour, what bring you this way?" he purred.

"I'm trying to find a place for Matthew to hide with Alfred..." the sin scowled.

"But surely Envy could do that himself," Francis purred striding close to the British soul.

The fallen angle's scowl grew. "I'm sure he could, but I don't trust him. In fact I don't trust any of you. Especially you." Arthur eyed him suspiciously.

"You wound me, mon amour," Francis grinned. He grabbed the other sin's arm and swung him into a wall, pinning him there. "Maybe I should show you that you can trust me," Lust whispered into the other's ear, giving the shell a long deliberate lick.


Matthew smiled down at Alfred. The blond was really cute. It was sad to see him suffering. Of course humans weren't really meant to come into hell while alive. Especially if they're as pure as this one. No wonder he was suffering such pain.

Sky eyes swimming with grey clouds opened lightly. Pain was written all over his face. The moment he saw who it was holding him his eyes flew open. It wasn't Arthur. Fear awoke inside him and started ripping it's way out. This wasn't Arthur.

This was someone around his age with hair a light golden hue with honey tinting it. His eyes were large and round with blue violet irises. His face was shaped just as Alfred's except his nose was ever so slightly at more of and angle. He had horns peaking out of his wavy hair and a long looped curl tickling at the human's nose. He wore glasses like Alfred's except more rounded giving him a cuter look.

The American started clawing at the sin's arms and flailing as he desperately tried to free himself from the other's grasp. His eyes search wildly for that oh-so-familiar face of Arthur.

"Arthur! Arthur!" he cried. Matthew tried to shush him. "No! Let me go! Arthur! Help me!" his voice got higher pitch and more desperate. The fear was keeping adrenaline running through him so he could ignore the pain coursing through every fiber of his being.

In his panic Envy let Alfred slip. The American scrambled to his feet and started stumbling away, crying his ex-guardian's name the whole way. The sin ran after him. The two blonds ran down passageway after passageway until the blond in front started to stumble. The human was slowing down as he quickly tried despite the adrenaline rushing through his veins. Matthew extended his leathery wings and flew over to him. The sin scooped the identical teen up.

The human screamed and thrashed around as they got higher and higher. Tears were pouring down his face as Matthew kept his grip. After a few minutes Alfred slowly stopped and clung to the soul instead, realizing how high they were. He started banging his head on the other's chest and whimpering. "Make them stop," he begged. "Make them stop."

"Make who stop?" Envy asked, quietly. He was frowning down at the human in his arms with worry.

"They just keep screaming," he whispered hoarsely, fingers digging into the shirt he clung to.

"Who's scream-" Matthew started.

He was cut off when Arthur swooped up. A worried expression was coating his whole face. The sin quickly took the American from the Canadian soul and held him close. "What did you do?" he asked lowly, stroking the blond's hair as he cried against him. Greed hit Matthew with a harsh, demanding glare.

Envy's eyes widened in shock. "I-I didn't do anything!" he yelped.

Alfred started whimpering and pressing up against the other as much as he could as he sniffled. "Arthur..." he muttered. "Arthur..."

"Alfred? I'm here. What's wrong? Hmm? What happened?" The British soul asked, peering down at the other. His face was washed in softness and care. He freed his left arm which was doing nothing but reassuring the other that he was there and threaded his fingers through the American's hair.

"They sound so pained..." he muttered.

"I think he's been referring to the damned souls, but I wasn't sure..." Matthew muttered.

Greed ignored him and pressed a gentle kiss to the teen's head. "I'm sorry. Those people are getting what they deserve though. They are murderers and rapists and people of the sort. No one undeserving is down here besides you..." he spoke softly into the boy's hair.

"Y-you don't deserve i-it though..." Alfred muttered into his chest, tears still pouring down his reddened cheeks.

Arthur's face flushed and he hugged him tightly. "I was greedy though."

"Nu-uh," Alfred muttered softly. He felt the strength draining from him and his grip started to slip.

Arthur felt the loosening and quickly landed. "Alfred are you alright?" he asked quietly. The American just lay, sleeping peacefully in his arms.

"It's the pressure..." a voice muttered from behind the sin. The soul whipped around to spot another one. The long, soft brown hair of Sloth was covering the splayed out form's face. He was laying upon the ground, face down as if he tripped and was just too lazy to get up. There was a yawn, and a mouth appeared, a hand brushed the locks out of his face and the soft green eyes of the Greek met the clear green of the Briton. "There's too much pressure for the human body to take here. That's why no one ever bothers to try and come. Its amazing he's in one, large piece still..." the drowsy mumbles sounded.

Arthur stared at him in puzzlement. "If he should have been," the English soul paled, "crushed by the gravity..."

"Why isn't he?" the Greek finished with a yawn, an attractive string of spit clinging to his top and bottom teeth. "Don't know... maybe he isn't human..." Sloth muttered before falling asleep.

"Isn't... human...?" Greed repeated quietly. His eyes were drawn to the figure in his arms. The light glow around the American's cowlick was back.

He stared at it for a moment, then brushed his fingers through the light, or rather they would have gone through if it hadn't of solidified at the sin's touch. The hum that the light emitted as the fingers brushed it was beautiful. More beautiful than any sound the deceased Brit had ever heard. He hmmed appreciatively. It thrummed low, yet sang high. A perfect melody of keys and notes all focused together at once, like thousands of wine glasses all filled to different levels with an underlying tune of the bass sound of a bottle being blown into, the wondrous notes that could be made, none of the sound was sloppy or horrid in the least.

Greed grinned, wanting to hear more of the music, he ran his fingers around the rim of the halo, over and over. A shiver of delight ran though him then suddenly, the feel of ice. The soul turned and what he saw nearly scared him to a second death.


Fiery: I LOVE YOU ALL AND AM SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING. I got sick when school started idk what's wrong with me, but I have meds I gotta take everyday or a wake up not being able to breath without it being hell the next morning. Plus it's my first year of high school and I'm adjusting. Wednesdays I also cannot work on fanfictions because I am in the Anime club and that is when we meet. I've adjusted though, and am actually working on two versions of my fanfiction Break. It's a horror. One is a rewrite because I put no effort into the first one and the other is with OC's based off of the characters in Hetalia for non-Hetalian fans. It's about ten times better written than this. Most of my fanfictions I don really work at too much so... yeah.

Al: Oh no not that again.

Fiery: Yup. Sorry buddy. I LOVE YOU!

Arthur: We're not in that story at the moment you twits.

Al: Right!

Mattie: S-so what is scaring Arthur.

Fiery: You'll see. Aaaaaaand I had this written for a while and was about to write the next chapter without Mattie, but he's kinda there isn't he...

Mattie: Yeah thanks for noticing asshole...

Fiery: I'M SORRY FOR THIS CHAPTER BEING SO SHORT, BUT I'M GONNA GET A COUPLE OUT TONIGHT IF I CAN I PROMISE!