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: Bullying (Like, the BTT as bullies please don't hurt me but I needed a group of bullies)
Chapter 10: Horns and Wings!
England sighed in satisfaction. The drawing is finished, revealing the autumn colours and the soft facial features of Matthew.
"Hmm, I think this turned out wonderfully," He stated out loud. Sometimes the room can be so silent, to the point of sickening. He's aware that if he was anyone else, he may as well be broken but he's a country, he's stronger than that.
With a nice and easy swish and flick, he used his magic to clean up the supplies for him. "Well, I should get going. The roles won't fill themselves yes? Another day, another play and all that,"
He patted Scones and closed up the sketchbook. His earring swung with the motion, his tattoos peeking out from his sleeves. England knows that he's used to it now. The weight of the necklace, the swing of his earring, the colour on his arms from the flowers and the bracelet warm on his skin. He glanced at the violin, the sketchbook and the plush doll of Scones as he passed by them. Each one with a memory and a story that only he knows, England can't help but wonder about whether or not he'll be able to keep the items as they are.
A note popped up and without wasting a beat, he opened it to see his unspoken question answered.
'You will be able to keep what you bring with you. This includes magical spaces that stored the items. What you leave in the room will be gone forever.'
England crumpled it and tossed it to the side, ignoring the fact it popped away to never existing. He has a play to enjoy. Which is an interesting one, he hummed. This play detailed how he woke up with two small lumps on his back, just around his shoulder blades. His friend (whoever it will this time) has a similar dilemma but with two zit like lumps on their forehead. Horns begin to protrude from theirs while feathers grow from his, in a month he has large white, dove-like wings while the friend has long curling horns.
He licked his lips. Hopefully he won't have to deal with the growth process.
With a simple push, he fell.
He closed his eyes, enjoying the wind beneath him. He knows the world is a blur and it feels as if nothing is there beyond him, the wind and the sky. As always he can't help the carefree smile on his face as he enjoyed the feeling of freedom that came from simply falling from the sky.
He landed on a bed with an alarm clock ringing in his ears. With a groan, he smacked it to a silent and noticed the lack of wings. With a muttered curse, he removed his shirt and rushed to the mirror, turning around he noticed the small lumps on his back.
"Not like I can do anything but wait it out. Might as well check my role," He grumbled to himself, grabbing the notebook from the study desk on his room.
'Name: Arthur Kirkland
Age: 16 years old
Gender: Male
Occupation: Student of Hetalia High
Backstory: Arthur Kirkland currently lives with his three brothers, in terms of age we have, Alistair the eldest, Aaron the second eldest, Dylan and Arthur. As the youngest of three brothers, he is often bullied and teased by them. Much to his dismay, he's also bullied at school by Francis, Antonio and Gilbert. Arthur is incredibly smart and while misunderstood, he is actually caring and quite the romanticist, though he acts callous and cynical due to the constant bullying. His best friend is Lovino Vargas. His other friend, Alfred goes to another school.
Note: They often speak to each other in sign language whenever they're too far away or can't actually say what they want to say out loud. This helps them both due to the fact they have a harder time expressing their feelings verbally.'
So he's playing the tragic genius trope, is he? With the fact he'll be having angel wings, he would also be under the underdog trope as well. Arthur hummed, this will be interesting. He wonders if he can use his magic here seeing s he's growing wings.
With a glance at the time, he muttered a curse and changed into the uniform. In record time he got down and noticed the place empty. A sticky note is placed on the fridge.
'Hey! We'll be out for the entire day so be sure to clean up the house or else! –Alistair
P.S. We didn't bother cooking you food because we know you can cook it yourself. Be sure to buy stuff for the fridge, the fridge is pretty empty. -Aaron'
Arthur shook his head, might as well fix up some cereal and eat it or else he'll be late.
The moment he walked out of his home he's greeted by an irritated Lovino, "What took so long?" Hmm, it's the counterpart of Romano huh? How interesting. He wonders how close he will be with this counterpart seeing as he barely talked to actual person.
Arthur bit his lip, "I er, I woke up with these lumps on my back, so I spent a slight majority of my time panicking about these,"
"Eh? Are you okay now?" He asked worriedly, moving behind him to run a hand on his back and found the lumps around the shoulder blades, he frowned as he lightly touched it, "It doesn't hurt does it?"
Arthur creased his eyebrows together, "Not really, but please don't touch it,"
"I see, if it's any help, I woke up with these," Lovino held his bangs up to reveal two zit-like lumps.
"You think something's going on?" He asked as they began walking.
Lovino sighed, "I can't say for certain but they have to be connected somehow."
"Yeah, though, we'll have to wait and see," Arthur commented, biting back the urge to spill the fact they'll grow into horns and wings.
The world faded to black before coming up again to the middle of the hallway.
"I'll see you later, Arthur," Lovino waved, eyes shining with worry.
Arthur waved goodbye and nodded, "You too, Lovino," He did the sign language for 'I'm fine' his thumb on his chest as he maintained eye contact with Lovino. Lovino frowned but nodded his head in reply.
With that he headed off to class, "Woah! Hey there, Eyebrow Freak! Didn't see you over there," Gilbert laughed as he shoved Arthur out of his way.
"See you in lunch, you ugly bastard," He waved off as he went to join a waiting Francis and Antonio.
Arthur scowled behind his back and kept walking. He allowed the world to fade as he entered the classroom.
The bell rang and the world came back into view, he quickly followed the crowd only to be dragged back inside.
"Where do you think you're going?" he held back a wince as the lumps collided with the cold hard wall.
He glared at the person who cornered him, that person being Antonio. He held back the urge to scream, to cry, to hug him and tell him how much he was worried because this Antonio is different. Much like Francis, he knew that this Antonio did not care about him. He's not the angel that begged for him to run away nor is he the angel that told him he loved him. Perhaps, Arthur thought while ignoring the way Antonio jeered, Francis and Gilbert at his side, that's what hurts the most.
"-y, are you even listening to me, you arrogant ass?"
He held his glare.
Francis moved in close, "Oh? Not speaking today? Could it be… he thinks he's actually better than us?"
"Haha! How pathetic, compared to the awesome me, he's not even a fly!" Gilbert leaned in and forced Arthur to look at him, "Hey! Say something!"
"Something," Arthur replied in a monotone voice. England couldn't help but smile inwardly at his cheek.
"Eh?! You think you're being funny huh?" Francis scowled, "Let's show him what we got, that should teach him!"
Arthur couldn't help the feeling of dread. He is a human in this, not a country so he doesn't have troops to guard and battle alongside. Antonio slammed him to the floor. Francis grabbed a fistful of hair and yanked him up while Gilbert grabbed the erasers from the chalkboard.
"This should be a good reminder," Gilbert leered as he clapped the eraser on each side of his head, clouding his face with dust while slapping him harshly.
Meanwhile, Francis and Antonio laughed at his misery.
Gilbert stopped when there wasn't any chalk left, setting back the eraser as Francis let go of his hold on Arthur and Antonio stepped around him with a face of distaste.
Soon he was left alone, coughing from the chalk dust and gathering himself up. His respect for his counterpart in this play rose up as he fixed his bag. He glanced around for any sign of life before checking to see if he has his magic. To his surprise a small amount of it trickled out slowly and glowed a soft green as he casted a healing spell on himself.
He'd rather not explain to Lovino the bruises from the rough handling as he's sure Lovino would like to check his back.
As he grabbed his bag, he headed to the rooftops.
Lovino frowned, "You're late," again, Arthur tacked on mentally.
Arthur sighed. "I know,"
Lovino moved towards him, shutting the door and dragging him to their usual spot before sitting behind him. "Does it hurt?"
"Ah, well, not really," Arthur replied, shivering as a breeze blew while Lovino lifted up his shirt to touch the lumps. "It's quite sensitive though,"
Lovino hummed as he dropped back the shirt. "At least you aren't injured,"
"Yeah…" He mumbled as he turned around to face Lovino. "What about you? Does it hurt?"
Arthur reached to brush away the bangs of Lovino, his thumb caressing one of the zit-like lumps.
"No, it doesn't, come on, just focus on your food,"
They ate in a comfortable silence.
"Hey, are they bothering you again?" Lovino asked out of the blue.
Arthur licked his lips, "It's nothing really, nothing I can't handle-"
"That's a lie and we both know it." Lovino cut in, "You won't say a word because you don't want to be a bother to others, chigi."
Arthur flinched. Lovino placed his hands on his shoulders. "You're too nice for your own good sometimes. Honestly," He relaxed, softly continuing, "You may act like you don't care but I know you care too much."
"I know," He replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "But, I'll be fine as long as you're here right, Lovino?" He smiled at Lovino brightly.
Lovino flushed. "H-hey, I won't be here forever! But…" He cupped Arthur's face, "I'll do my best to protect you."
Arthur blushed at this. "Ah- Well, don't-don't screw up, got it?"
"Of course, what do you take me for, my brother?" Lovino huffed in amusement, dropping his hand to brush his bangs aside.
He couldn't help the snort of laughter that came from his mouth. "Hah!"
"What kind of reaction was that?" Lovino grouched.
Still shaking from laughter, he signed, "You looked like you belong in a cologne commercial!"
Lovino smiled even while he went to poke Arthur on the forehead. "Oh yeah? I'll show you cologne commercial,"
Thus they spent the rest of the lunch poking each other and laughing at poorly done jokes. They signed as much as they spoke. Arthur couldn't help but think about how this is what he should be feeling. (England misses the wacky moments that he's apart of or witnesses. Be it in a world meeting or thoughts of simple joy from his magical friends. Is it just him or is he starting to miss his own countries the closer he becomes with the various counterparts?)
As the end of classes arrived, Arthur tried his best to leave and meet up with Lovino.
"Hey! It's our turn to clean but I don't want to," Gilbert threw the broom at Arthur. "See ya!"
With a little wave, Gilbert left the classroom, leaving Arthur to clean the classroom by himself.
Arthur sighed, this will be a long play.
"Ah," He turned to see Lovino at the door.
Lovino frowned, his arms crossed as he scanned the room. "He left you again."
"Yeah,"
He dropped is bag and reached for a broom, a scowl on his face. "Honestly, that guy. I don't get why those bastards act that way to you. They're fine with everyone but you, it's grating on my nerves!"
Arthur rubbed his back, "Please, I'd rather it be me than someone else,"
"Damn it!" Lovino cussed as he gripped the broom tightly, "Why do you always have to be so goddamn nice?!"
"I'm not that nice, the entire school can agree on that-"
"-Well the entire school doesn't know shit like I do." Lovino grouched.
Arthur sighed. "Please, leave it as is, Lovino."
"…Fine," He averted his eyes.
"Lovino…" England mumbled, "I think you're nice too,"
Lovino blushed, "Don't say those kinds of things, you-!"
Arthur laughed as he dodged the pokes from Lovino. "Focus! At this rate we won't be done with the classroom,"
"Then don't say those sorts of things, chigi!"
Arthur grinned.
The day's passed bay like this, sometimes Alistair would dump him with chores, Dylan would make him do his homework and Aaron would talk down at him. If Arthur had anything to say about this, it would be quite a Cinderella-type setting. The days rolled one with the lumps getting larger and larger, Lovino's taken to wearing a bandana underneath his hair in order to hide the growing lumps. As usual, Francis, Antonio and Gilbert would bully him in many ways without touching traditional bullying techniques such as the toilet one.
(He's managed to get used to seeing the face of a former love bullying him. While it hurts to see a face once filled with love glare at him, he knows it isn't the one who he'd fallen in love with.)
Lovino remains pissed at how he's dealing with the bullying but otherwise leaves it alone when they deal with the odd lumps or when they general speak in pure sign language. Recently, the lumps have developed a structure, turning into small versions of what is to come. His lumps have turned into developing winglets that he constantly heals to ensure they develop right while little horns poke from his.
It seemed like those were the only things that were changing, that is until Arthur opened his mouth to reply to his brothers in a fit of frustration.
"I have homework to do you know? I'm not some bloody servant of yours!"
They paused. Alistair flushed, Aaron couldn't look him in the eye and Dylan covered his lower face, but Arthur can see his ears are red. What?
"Guys? What's wrong? Did you all get sick or something?"
Alistair walked towards him and held him tightly, "You can't go to school tomorrow."
"Eh? But-" Aaron joined the one sided hug. "-No can do, Arthur, no school for you,"
"Not you too, Aaron!" He yelled in shock.
Dylan nodded his head. "Yeah, you can't go to school like that!"
He pouted, "You three! Honestly, at least tell me why!"
Unknown to him, he looked absolutely adorable. His wide green eyes shining with confusion, pouty lips and his recently developed voice of an angel all combined to make him much more angelic and thus much more precious. His brothers all loved him and were unsure how to express their feelings of care and such their attention became a negative thing as they had tried to gain his attention.
He glared at them, "What did I do this time? I have to go to school. I have an English quiz tomorrow,"
"Then don't talk. No one gets to hear your voice except us." Dylan reasoned out. After all, Arthur looks much more upset than usual. And his voice was the one that set them off.
Arthur sighed, "Then how will I answer in class?"
"You know sign language right? The school knows you know sign language so why don't you use that? You can say you lost your voice or something." Aaron replied, Alistair let go of him.
"That's a good idea, ain't it? And uh, you can just enjoy yourself. We'll take care of all the chores from here," Alistair said, crossing his arms and flushing.
With that said, they pushed him back to his room to 'relax'. Alone in his room, Arthur removed his shit to check his growing wings. He can stretch it and its growing feathers. It's not full grown or even half grown, if anything it's only a quarter of the size it'll be. He wonders how he'll deal with the fully grown wings. Perhaps he'd have to use a pocket dimension in order for the wings not to be injured? Yes, that should work. He frowned, seeing as he's gaining stronger magic, he should teach Lovino about magic.
He doesn't have enough magic to make a pocket dimension, he reckons he'll be able to make one once his wings are half way grown.
Arthur meanwhile can only cast a spell for his wings to phase through his clothes and make it invisible in order to give it the ability to stretch and breath. He should to the same for Lovino or teach him that as well. He nodded his head and wrote that down in his planner. Lovino had been complaining about the fact his bandanas are gaining holes from the horns.
The next day, he greeted Lovino and when Lovino replied back, he realized why his brothers had reacted the way they did. Lovino's voice had gained a slightly demonic and unsettling tone to it that can only be reserved for a demon while Lovino pointed out that his voice sounds like an angel's. Their situation grew clearer from this. They're becoming some sort of Angel and Demon. Because of that they resolved to speak sign language and only sign language unless around each other.
"Lovino, have you lately been able to do…I don't know, magic?" Arthur signed as they went on their merry way.
Lovino hummed before nodding his head. "Yeah, so far I learned I can do the standard magic of floating and shit. Though using fire is the easiest."
Arthur nodded his head, glancing around before making a magic circle. "I found some magic books. My family's been into magic, the occult and Wicca for a long time now so I have some sort of grasp on it."
"Right then, I'm guessing you drew a magic circle?" He replied.
"Yeah, this one allows you remain undetected. This whole magic thing is quite instinctual, so you don't have to actively think about what you're doing, instead think about what you're trying to accomplish," He lectured, slashing through the circle and causing the circle to vanish and cancel itself out.
Lovino nodded his head, "So, if I do this, then I can hide the horns?"
"Yeah, it's how I can make sure my wings don't get messed up," Arthur replied, watching as Lovino made a circle, focusing on his intent.
"So, now what?" He asked him as he held the circle.
Arthur moved to guide Lovino. "Focus on the intent and think about it applying. The circle should fade away and take effect. Depending on how long you intend for it to be in place, it should last. If you didn't place a time limit on it, it will merely end depending on the amount of magic."
"Got it," the circle faded and Lovino removed the bandana, "Ah! That's much better. The damn horns kept ripping my bandanas."
All too soon, the school came into view and they reverted back to sign language, waving each other good luck.
There wasn't any morning bullying session, which made him sigh with relief. Luckily for him, there hasn't been anything suspicious going on. He didn't even have a run in with the bad touch trio. He's become slightly paranoid and on edge because if anything, they're consistent.
He headed off to Lovino, the lunch time rush causing him to dodge various people that went to talk to friends or eat at their usual spot.
All too soon, the month ended, leaving Lovino and Arthur with horns and wings respectively. Arthur now has access to his full magic. His wings are often hidden in a pocket dimension, safe and tucked away while preventing any damage. Lovino had taken to using the same technique, the two of them warding the door and being as careful as possible to ensure they won't be caught on the roof top on lunch time when they do remove the pocket dimensions.
Their voices have stayed the same, Lovino's with a dark undertone and Arthur's with a heavenly one. Another thing they've noticed is the fact that when emotions irritated or angered, two sorts of flames come out close to them, often times simply floating around them. Lovino's flames are a bright red, angry and demonic. Arthur's flames are blue and calm. Both of them figured it was a 'Hell Fire' and 'Holy Fire' going on. The school has long figured that something happened to their voices seeing as they continued using sign language.
Luckily for him, his brothers are much more lenient towards him. Treating him nicer and more like a brother than a servant.
Right now, Arthur and Lovino are enjoying the weekend on a rooftop.
"Ah, it's so nice to have them out, they need a good stretch." Arthur sighed stretching his wings and enjoying the passing breeze that ruffled his feathers.
Lovino grinned, his hand signing quickly. "Have you ever tried flying yet?"
"Can't say I have," Arthur replied with a thoughtful look on his face, flapping his wings experimentally.
"Well, you could try flying now. It has stopped growing so it must be at full size,"
Arthur walked to the side of the rooftop. "I remember that birds toss their young off the nest in order to urge them to fly, so I could try jumping off."
"Wait, chigi!" Lovino yelled, a hand darting out to grab him by the arm, stopping him from his plan.
Arthur turned around and smiled at him apologetically. "Ah right, sorry. I do have a back-up plan for if it fails."
"Then tell me, damn it, you can't just run off and do something without alerting me. At this rate, I might be the first one to have grey hairs!" Lovino scowled.
"I can use my magic to get me down safely and like I said, I have you. I trust you to catch me, anyway," Arthur grinned at Lovino.
Lovino sighed, "I'll use my magic as a platform to fly on so I can join you,"
"Brilliant," He signed, "I'll be heading off then, no use delaying it,"
And just like that, he jumped.
His wings stretched and Arthur began to flap his wings, each flap he realized, is silent like an owl's. Lovino had been watching from above on the magic circle he used as a platform to hover above. Under Lovino's watchful gaze, Arthur ascended into the sky with a smile on his face.
With a few strong flaps, he's at the same level as Lovino, signing at him. "I can fly!"
"I can see that, you know," Lovino replied in amusement.
The two spent the rest of the day flying above the clouds, laughing aloud without a care in the world. Up above, they are far away from their troubles and worries.
School came and went, Arthur learning more about his best friend as he vented. Such as the fact that he and Antonio are childhood friends before they drifted away from each other or the fact that he used to think Gilbert was cool before realizing how he treated him. Soon, Arthur realized the growing attraction to Lovino.
It seems, Arthur smiled, he fell again.
His bullies have laid low for a while, only making calling him names, making him do all the work and shoving him out of their way. He's grown relaxed now that they haven't done anything much to him. So perhaps he should ask out Lovino. He's got nothing to lose anyway. Thus, one day while they were on the roof after classes, Arthur gathered his courage to bring Lovino to the roof and confess to him.
"Lovino, we've been friends for a long time now and…" He paused. "I hope this won't ruin our friendship but…I love you. I-I love you as more than a friend,"
Lovino stilled. His eyes brown eyes with a hint of red wide in shock. "I…"
Arthur shifted, glancing away until Lovino marched forward and hugged him. "I love you too, Arthur,"
Lovino moved to look him in the eye before kissing him lightly on the lips. "So maybe I will be there forever,"
Arthur smiled, "You will, shall we fly home? My brothers are out for the night,"
"Sure,"
Unknown to them, the bad touch trio had stayed behind in order to scare Arthur witless by almost pushing him off the roof. That way they could have the roof to themselves. Before their very eyes, they watched as Arthur gained the wings on an angel and watched as Lovino made a circle and stood above it, hover over it by a few inches, his horns bare to the world.
As Lovino held the hand of Arthur, they leapt off the roof together and flew off.
However, there's something…off about them.
"The angel confirmed, tomorrow we eliminate him and the demon," Francis muttered, his blue eyes flashing a sinister red.
"Understood," Antonio replied.
Gilbert stretched, "See, I told you these vessels are worth it. We found a Purgatorian Angel and a Purgatorian Demon in one go! It's too bad we couldn't have swayed the demon to be one of us,"
"Hmph, honestly, I never understand why you can't simply say 'Earth', while Earth may be Purgatory combined with the normal plane, it's such a mouthful to say," Francis pouted.
Antonio tilted his head, "Purgatorians have it good, they don't need to possess a vessel, plus it sounds much more interesting by saying Purgatorian instead of Earth, right?"
"Either way, the two must be eliminated." Francis scowled.
"Ah, how cruel," Gilbert sang, "To think you would eliminate the ones whose souls have nowhere to go but here, forced to wander the land…"
Antonio hit Gilbert upside the head, "Shut up, now's not the time to be like that,"
Francis glared at them, his blue eyes now a solid red, "Both of you stop that otherwise I'm sending you bot back to Hell."
"R-right!" They shouted in unison, scared at the idea of going back to Hell.
The next day, his brothers couldn't even look at him in the eye with how much he's smiling. He couldn't help it. This is the longest he's been in a play, an entire whole month without anything short of tragedy. Perhaps this was meant to be a light hearted play with the focus being the blooming romance between him and Lovino? Either way, this is getting quite interesting. After all, he wondered if this will end up like a typical school drama. Hmm, perhaps it'll skip to him graduating and then Lovino proposing or something like that.
Alistair finally worked up the composure to ask his brother why he's smiling so much, "Hey, Arthur, what's got ya so happy?"
"Lovino asked me out on a date this Saturday," He replied, humming as he picked up his bag.
"Well, I'm off to school, my boyfriend's waiting for me outside." He ran outside, leaving behind his brothers who watched him run off.
"So Lovino finally made a move eh?" Dylan said, glancing at his two shocked brothers.
Aaron blinked rapidly before realization sunk in, "Eh?! I didn't expect that Lovino guy to actually ask him out!"
"Well, it is to be expected," Dylan mused, "They hang out all the time and Lovino didn't treat him poorly…"
"Hey, Alistair?" Aaron poked his brother, "Are you alright there?"
No reply.
"Right, we may have to come back to him later," Dylan pointed out, walking away to his room.
Aaron shrugged and left to watch some television, leaving behind the shell-shocked brother in the kitchen.
Lovino flushed as he stretched out a hand. Arthur smiled back as he took it. The walk together was a comfortable silence. Arthur enjoyed the feeling of Lovino's hand in his, a simple warmth and comfort that he can't help but lean into Lovino as they walked.
"Ah-! Chi-chigi, you almost made me lose my balance." He mumbled, unlacing their hands in order to pull Arthur closer to him by the shoulder, he made no move to remove that arm, instead keeping it there firmly.
Arthur smothered a laugh, "But you like it anyway," As if to emphasize this, he snuck a quick peck on the cheek.
"Chigi," He mumbled, "Stop being so damn cute," He kissed the side of Arthur's head.
The school came into view and Lovino proudly held his arm around Arthur until they had to split for class. Lovino signed to him, "I'll see you later,"
"Don't be late," Arthur cheekily reminded.
Lovino huffed but moved to leave. "You too,"
The world faded to black, England figured it was because of the loose ends such as the suspiciously quiet bullies. When the world came back into view it was the end of the day on the rooftop, ready for the two of them to fly home.
"Ah, I didn't expect you to be here this late, something happened?" Lovino asked his horns out and magic circle ready. He's sitting cross legged above the circle, floating over it by a few feet.
Arthur laughed sheepishly in reply, undoing the pocket space on his wings. "Antonio forced me to clean for him,"
"Hmph, that tomato addicted bastard," Lovino growled. "Come on, it's getting late, your brothers are after my ass already, no need for them to be pissed off as it is,"
They got ready to fly, Arthur stretching his wings out and Lovino standing up.
The sound of a door opening brought their attention to it.
"Oh? Hello," Francis greeted in his normal sultry voice.
Antonio entered with a smirk and Gilbert looking down at them.
"What do you want, chigi?!" Lovino snarled flames bursting around him. His hands are stretched out, coated in red hot flames. Arthur did the same, summoning the blue flames into covering his hands.
A flicker of interest flashed through their eyes. Francis walked towards them, his blue eyes turning red and blood red horns and a spiked tail swished behind him. Antonio and Gilbert followed suit, their eyes turning pure black horns forming and tails whipping around.
"What's this? The Purgatorians can use the flames of Heaven and Hell? How interesting," The Demonic Francis grinned, revealing sharpened teeth.
Antonio laughed, "What a party! Purgtorians that we've encountered aren't as strong as this! Now we get to see what that damn German has been going on about, the bastard always gets the good jobs,"
Gilbert licked his lips, as if hungry for more. "Show me what you got!"
Lovino bared his teeth, revealing his now sharp fangs, the flames bursting to punch them back.
Arthur flew up as Francis jumped to scratch him with his claws. "Why are you doing this?"
He asked, using his flames as a whip, watching as it burned the hand that caught the rope.
"Purgatory is the only thing that stands in the way between Heaven and Hell," Francis replied, releasing the flames and sending his own at Arthur. "Hell seeks to invade the gates of Heaven, but to do that,"
The sky had long turned dark. The only thing lighting it up are the myriad of flames, blue and red lighting the sky. "Purgatory would be ours,"
Lovino cursed as he dodged the axe in Antonio's hands. "Damn it! So Earth is basically Purgatory?"
"Haha, close enough, Lovi," Antonio ducked from a high kicked and slammed his hand into Lovino's face, leaving behind a burn mark that quickly healed. "Earth is the territory of both Purgatory and the normal plane. Purgatory born demons and angels are meant to bring world changing things."
"Though most Purgatorians also act as the guards of Purgatory, maintaining the borders and thus the distance between Heaven and Hell, the Purgatorian angels work with the demons in pairs, one to bring holy energy and the other to balance it out. You two are the latest pair and the strongest by far," Gilbert grinned as he leapt to team up on Arthur, hands aiming for the wings.
"Damn it! They're playing with us!" Lovino growled, opening a hand and making a magic circle, out came chains that leapt for Antonio.
Antonio merely laughed as he moved away from it, the chains bounced back to trap Lovino, causing him to squirm.
Arthur who had been preoccupied by Francis and Gilbert saw what was happening and flew down to Lovino causing Francis to bump into Gilbert. Antonio held his axe to the neck of Lovino.
"Trust me, I really wanted you to join us, but alas, it wasn't meant to be. No hard feelings, okay Lovi?" Antonio smiled at Lovino. He swung the axe.
"No!"Arthur yelled, a magic circle forming to shield Lovino, the axe bouncing off the barrier.
Almost by instinct, he began to chant, "Santara badara winsanada, wompatora tera wintera cantera!"
"Shit, he's exorcising us!" Francis snarled, throwing his knife at Arthur.
Arthur saw this and another barrier formed, his green eyes glowing as he kept the chant, Francis and Gilbert falling to their knees as Antonio dropped the axe and curled into a ball. Lovino saw this as his chance to break free of the chains and his eyes glowed with a hint of red. He joined the chant, his magic circle moving to encase the three demons.
As the sun rose into the sky, the three guys are unconscious, any sign of demonic possession gone.
"Ah, looks like we have to fix the damage," Arthur pointed out, drained from the fight.
"No worries! The hero is here!" Alfred arrived, his blue eyes red with bat like wings on his back. Matthew trailed behind him, white wings coated in blue.
"Ah, Alfred, I'll go talk to them while you clean things up," He said.
"Sure thing, Mattie!" Alfred grinned, giving his twin brother a thumbs-up.
Lovino released the barrier, equally as tired as his boyfriend.
"Hello, I'm Matthew, Alfred's twin brother and his angelic partner. I'm sorry we arrived so late but we were out of the vicinity and as such couldn't sense you two. Anyway, right now, those three should have zero recollection of what happened when they were possessed."
"Ah, chigi, so they were only acting like that because they were possessed huh?" Lovino sighed, moving to hug Arthur. Arthur sighed but allowed Lovino to hug him from behind, mindful of the wings.
"Yep, we'll be explaining the basic work of us Purgatorians to you but I have a feeling that you two already got a basic rundown,"
Arthur nodded his head, "We're supposed to guard Earth and as such, Purgatory from being invaded by Hell who wants to go to Heaven and invade it,"
"That's right!" Alfred came in, "Haha! I didn't expect you to be another pair of us Guardians,"
"Guardians?" Lovino scoffed, "I thought we were called Purgatorians or some shit like that,"
"Ah, well, Guardians are what you call the Purgatorians who are tasked with the job of keeping the borders between Heaven and Hell, some Purgatorians instead guide and innovate alongside humanity," Matthew explained.
Arthur sighed, "I'm too tired for this, fill me in when I wake up,"
Lovino chuckled, turning to kiss him on the lips. "Sleep, I'll fill you in when you wake up,"
Arthur smiled at him and allowed the embrace of darkness to take over.
He woke up to the room, feeling refreshed and new as ever. He scanned the room for anything, an item, an added charm to the bracelet, however he found none. England stood up and lifted his shirt, glancing to at his back to find angel wings stamped on his back. With a nostalgic smile, he wished his counterpart and the counterpart of Romano well wishes in their new job.
(He wonders how he'll act around the actual person when the time comes. England can't give an answer. He can't imagine running into the person. It's times like this where he wonders how he'll act around them, knowing their deepest selves when in love, when angry, he wonders if he'll seem even stranger when he changes how he acts around them He wonders if time has passed and the others are looking for him. A smile grew on his face, it would be quite shocking for them, wouldn't it? But he can't answer those questions for now, maybe he will someday, when he's managed to crawl himself out of this hole.)
Done! I've been meaning to do this ship for a while now. Ah man, this took so long to write but I'm super happy with how it turned out! I'd like to think Romano and England would have that sort of relationship seeing as they both understand that their words don't always come out with the intended meaning. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, have a nice day! (Or night!)