yay new chapter. This one is a bit slow compared to the last one, not really that important either but i needed a slow chapter...

And yes I have started to name the chapters, mainly as I keep forgetting what happened in which chapter. Yes I know that they are a bit odd but I liked them, they don't really give away whats happening in the chapter but now I know which is which.

any way here you go.

get well soon Rosey

I do not own Hetalia


"You expect me to believe that?" The blonde nation frowned at China once the Asian nation had explained everything to him.

China crossed his arms defensively; how dare this young nation doubt him. When did youngsters stop respecting their elders?

"If you don't believe me then just look at Opium, aru." The older nation instructed, stepping aside from his current protective position on front of England and allowing the other a view of the bloody angel. Nearly dropping his gun, the nation gawked at the Brit.

England was lying on the grass, and if it wasn't for his chest rising and falling, one would presume him dead. There were dark rings around his eyes, which only stood out more against his ghostly pale skin. Blood was drying on his lips, the thin red line trailing to his chin already crusting. Some parts of the Englishman's green uniform had turned black; fortunately the dark patches weren't growing. There were various cuts and bruises on the Brit's face, and even more hidden under his clothes.

The injuries weren't the only thing causing the blonde nation to stare at England. Snow white wings were fully outstretched behind the angel. Green eyes were transfixed on the wings, examining the feathers that ruffled slightly in the wind, taking in every speck of dirt. They were hypnotising.

China watched the blonde nation, looking rather smug. It didn't last long. China looked over his shoulder at the passed out country and his face quickly fell as he remembered that England was hurt and desperately needed treatment.

China knelt down besides the Briton; paying no attention to the speechless blonde, and searched his backpack, good thing he decided not to take it off on the plane. Pulling out a small vile, China carefully took its lid off. A drop of the clear liquid trickled out of the tube and touched the angel's skin but did nothing.

China looked bewildered and tried to pour another drop onto the injured angel, only for it to have the same effect. "Aiya, it's not working. Stupid Opium, getting hurt when I have no other medical supplies. You have medical equipment at your house, right? Help me carry Opium to your house, aru."

The blonde nation swallowed before he found that he was able to speak. It took him a while to actually accept that China had told him the truth and that there was an actual angel in front of him; and that, that angel was England.

"What happened to him?"

"Aiya, I don't have time for his. Just help me carry him and I will tell you on the way, aru." China had carefully moved England so that he was sitting upright, the old nation had moved so that he was positioned under the Englishman's arm. Slowly, the black haired nation stood, Britain hanging limply on his shoulder.

The blonde slung his shotgun over his shoulder and went to assist the older nation. Standing on the other side of the Brit, he put England's other arm over his shoulder so that the angel was hanging between the two nations.

"Well, start moving aru. I don't know how to get to your house from here Switzerland."


America was frowning at the never ending darkness in front of him. The young nation turned the auto pilot on before he got out of the chair. France gave him a small smile, that told the American that he would fly the plane if need be. He poked his head around the cockpit door, only to confirm his thoughts.

England hadn't returned.

The dirty blonde closed the plane door, knowing that the others would have difficulty hearing him. Blue eyes scanned the room, Germany and Spain were tending to the passed out angels on the floor. The other nations were either looking out of the window, or just watching the American's actions.

"Did they do that white shield thing?" America asked pointing at the Italians as he spoke. Germany had picked Italy up and gently laid the smaller nation down on several chairs, Spain mirrored Germany's actions with Romano.

"Hai America san. Once the Green bubble shattered and you started to avoid the missiles, Italy chan and Romano san turned into angels. It seems that creating the shield was draining for them, as they passed out as soon the shield faded."

"Oh. Did any of you guys see what happened to Artie?" America scratched the back of his neck nervously.

Most of the nations shook their heads, all besides Russia. "Our comrade stopped the first 3 missiles da. It looked like he was taking damage with every one that hit the shield. When the shield broke, England began to fall with China, da."

"How can you say that so calmly dude! Artie and China could be dead!"

"You are forgetting comrade, we would have felt it if they passed, da."

"Stupid commie bastard." America muttered under his breath looking to his brother for reassurance.
Canada gave America a weak smile; he understood what was going through this brother's mind. What if England got attacked, while he was at this weakened state, would he be ok?

"Crickey! There's something big out there mates." Australia called over his shoulder, eyes still glued to the window.

Prussia, who was staring out of another window, jumped over to Australia to look out his window. "Whoa, what the fuck is that? Nien, it can't be?"

"I assure you that Arthur is fine. He has asked me to escort you to China, to defend you from any demons that may try to harm you."

"Dudes, I'm not the only one who heard that right, like in their head?" All of the nations slowly nodded their heads, each wide eyed.

A large forest green eye peered inside the plane, through the window. It twinkled in amusement at the sight of the stunned countries.

"All dragons have the ability to communicate with people telepathically, only a few can understand our native tongue. Arthur is one of few that can. We dragons are not born with names, they were given to us by the innocent children that used to be able to see us. I was given the name Gordan by Arthur many centuries ago.

"I sense no dangers approaching, so feel free to ask me anything. It is not often that I am able to talk to anyone of your kind, it will be nice to talk to someone other than Arthur."

"Awesome!"


Switzerland had shown China the way to his house and led the older nation to a spare room.

China had placed England on a bed, starting to tend to his wounds, while Switzerland went to find some clean clothes that would fit the Brit. The blonde nation quickly found a plain white t shirt and jogging bottoms and made his way back to the guest room when he bumped into his little sister.

The small blonde girl squinted through the darkness making out her brother's silhouette. The countries' neutral barrier had managed to keep most of the demons at bay, but they were still dominated by the darkness.

"Hello big bruder, did you find out what caused the defence system to activate?" the girl asked sweetly, looking up to Switzerland. The older nation nodded and started walking slowly so that the younger could keep up.

"Ja, everything is fine, there is no need for you to worry." Switzerland didn't look at his sister as he spoke, knowing that they couldn't see each other very well anyway.

The older nation hesitated before he spoke again. "China and Britain set off the defence system; they were trying to get to China's home from London. They will be staying with us for a while until Britain feels better."

The Europeans stopped outside the door, knocking before entering. Switzerland walked in placing the clean clothes on the end of the bed, he then picked up the bloodied uniform which was folded on the bedside table. Liechtenstein's eyes followed her brother as he entered the room, she tried to ignore the glowing Briton.

China entered the room, returning from the bathroom after finishing washing his hands. "His wounds are already healing aru. All he needs is some sleep. Thank you for letting us stay here for a while, we will leave as soon as Opium wakes up, aru."

Switzerland simply nodded at the older nation, he didn't really know what to say to China. From what the Asian had told him, it was due to his countries' defence system that the Brit was injured. So he guessed that he should allow them to stay.

"All this nearly dying has made me hungry; I will make something to eat. Good thing I brought some ingredients with me aru. All you have is cheese." China picked up his backpack on his way out of the room, smiling at Liechtenstein as he passed her. Switzerland followed, although he didn't like the idea of China using his kitchen he wasn't going to pass up a free meal.

"Big Bruder?" Liechtenstein spoke quietly tearing her eyes away from the resting country. She didn't know what to do, she had seen things before which she knew her brother couldn't. Could her brother see the glow that hugged the Briton? She didn't want to say anything in case it worried him. She had seen how the other countries had teased that island nation for seeing fairies, she didn't want to tell anyone that she could too.

She had tried to talk to England about it, but she'd never had the chance. England always seemed to have his own problems, or was surrounded by other nations. Whenever the English nation was alone, her brother would be watching her.

"I will explain everything to you while we are eating. First of all I need to clean Britain's clothes so that he can change back into them once he wakes up." Liechtenstein hesitated in the doorway before following her brother. She knew that her brother would keep his word and tell her everything.


Switzerland was true to his word and told his little sister everything that China had told him over their meal. The Asian added to the blonde's explanation every now and then when Switzerland wasn't too sure on the details.

The young nation was speechless. She looked up to her brother with sad eyes, wishing that everything that she had just heard was not true.

Liechtenstein excused herself from the table and went to guest room which England was currently sleeping in. The small blonde girl quietly tiptoed into the room and silently sat down in the small chair besides the wardrobe. She calmly watched the Englishman sleep, waiting for her proof.

Much to her dismay, England was in a deep sleep and did not move, apart from the occasional frown. The Brit slept flat on his back and did not stir. She fell asleep before England finally rolled onto his side, frowning at the dream which he was having, and revealed his wings

Opening her eyes, Liechtenstein immediately snapped them shut again, shielding them from the bright light. Wait, bright light? The blonde nation forced her eyes open and was actually able to see where she was. When did she get into this bed?

"I hope that you don't mind that I placed you on the bed, you looked frightfully uncomfortable sleeping upright like that. What sort of gentleman would allow a lady to sleep on a chair while he has the bed?"

England was now wearing his RAF jumpsuit again, his hair slightly damp, leaving Liechtenstein to conclude the Englishman had just had a shower. The Brit smiled warmly at the female nation, but it quickly wavered when he only received a blank expression.

"Oh, I'm sorry poppet. Your brother didn't have any qualms with me moving you, but I suppose I should have really asked your permission. Though I would have needed to wake you in order to do so, which would defeat the purpose of moving you." England looked thoughtfully off into the distance as he spoke the last sentence before returning his attention back to the young nation.

England didn't seem to notice that his wings were the cause of the girl's unresponsiveness.

The angel had expanded them slightly allowing them to air out after the shower. Although he tried not to get them wet, they were a bit damp. He had grown to become oblivious to whenever someone stared at them, being in a confined space with other nations he had to.

"It's true!" Liechtenstein whispered, not able to look away from the beautiful pure wings. Straightening at the sound of the other's voice, England realised what Liechtenstein was looking at, and what she meant by that statement. The angel shook his wings gently, watching the other's eyes. As expected her eyes followed his wings movements, causing him to chuckle lightly.

He walked over to the end on the bed and sat on it, his back facing the Germanic nation. England extended his wings as far as they could in the room, allowing Liechtenstein a better view. Liechtenstein's mouth fell open. She reached out towards them, but dropped her hand.

"You can touch them if you want to. I don't mind anymore."

Liechtenstein frowned. "What do you mean by anymore?"

The angel sighed causing his wings to twitch. He closed his wings a bit closer to his back but not fully, he had just told the other she could touch them after all.

"I have just come to accept that I'm different from other nations. I tried to keep my wings close to my back or under my clothes, but the gits kept asking me why I was doing it; mainly the frog. So I no longer hid them. It's strange how quickly I got used to the staring, I hardly notice it anymore."

The young nation let England's words swim around in her head before she accepted the answer. Finding courage she reached out again and touch Britain's wing. He didn't even flinch at the girls touch. "Mr England?" Liechtenstein asked quietly after stroking the feathers for a minute.

"Yes Lili?" He asked, turning to face her.

"I'm sorry." She whispered, looking down shamefully.

"Whatever for?"

"I have always been able to see things that big bruder couldn't. I did try to speak to you but something always got in the way."

It was England's turn to be shocked as he stared at the small blonde girl, trying to think of a response. A small smile grew on his face before he stood up, offering a hand to the girl.

"Don't worry luv, it's all in the past. I didn't want you to get involved anyway, far too dangerous for a lady such as yourself. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure you can handle yourself, I just - bugger! …It's about linked with this place…I don't want to over stay my welcome. I'll be going." The flustered angel cursed to himself as he left the room. He really needed to learn to talk to others.


"What is he doing?" Switzerland asked when England stood still in one spot, ignoring everything around him. The scruffy blonde stood where he thought was the centre of the house, eyes downcast, palms outstretched facing the floor.

"I think that he is linking with your country, aru. Stupid Opium, his wounds haven't fully healed." The Asian scowled at the angel; he wasn't going to carry his ass all the way to China. He had seen Halo link to a few countries and seen the after effects on England, he wasn't sure if the Briton was ready for this. He wasn't going to stop him though.

Liechtenstein had just walked into the room when England's lips started to move, muttering a language which had long since been forgotten to the world. A green light spilled out of the nation's feet and swirled on the ground drawing a pattern on the floor.

Switzerland held his little sister protectively to him, stepping off the green light that formed under his foot. China gently nudged the smaller blonde in the side and mentioned to cover his eyes. The blonde nation turned his sister's face into his chest and closed his eyes.

Just as he did, a blinding light erupted from the angel and the pattern inked on the floor. As quickly as the light came, it vanished.

England still had his eyes downcast, but his eyebrows were scrunched together and his left arm was cupped on the right side of his neck. The Brit swayed a bit before he carefully sat himself down.

China was first to move, walking towards the scruffy blonde. The Asian nation knelt down so that he could examine the angel, trying to figure out where exactly England was linked. Deciding that it would be quicker to just ask, China tapped the island nation's right hand to catch his attention. The Asian frowned when he was ignored and tapped harder, only to be ignored again.

"Britain?" Switzerland spoke, seeing that China was getting frustrated at the other nation. The angel looked up, squinting in pain towards the country who had spoken. The nation made a strange noise which was a mixture between a hum and a grunt, his way of saying "yes?" without speaking.

"Why are you ignoring China?" England frowned before he looked to China who was still poking his hand, incredibly fast. The Brit then focused on his hand, which was still being poked, and snorted in a gentlemanly manor.

"Sorry Yao, I still can't feel anything in that hand. I can move it but I can't feel anything. Vash, your house is now protected so the demons can't enter. As long as you don't leave the light perimeter you and your sister will be safe." As England spoke he took away his left hand from his neck to show Yao his new symbol, a wheel of cheese.

Switzerland was relieved; his sister was safe as long as she stayed in the house. One less thing to worry about. He didn't know how to defend himself against these things. He probably could just shoot the hell out of the things or just beat them with his Nobel peace prize.

"Thank you Britain, is there anything you need?" Switzerland asked, he didn't really want the other nations here longer than necessary, but he needed to show some appreciation. As long as it was nothing expensive or got in the way of him being neutral.

"Yes actually, I am dying for a good cup of tea. I won't be able to get out your hair for roughly an hour. As soon as I able to I will leave along with Yao. I have left a handful of gits alone with my plane and a dragon , and to be honest I am worried as to what they will bloody get up to."


"Woo! Touch down. Dude the hero has landed the plane like a boss… So what now?"


Yeah.. Sorry if Switzerland and Liechtenstein seem out of character, I searched their characteristics but not a lot comes up. Their neutral barrier isn't as strong against the demons as it was the pictonians :( They hardly get attacked but they are still covered in darkness

I think that I will finish this story in roughly 11 chapters, but then chapters do have a habit of just popping up. they are like ninjas!

Yay! I used the word bugger. I always use this word, I only really use mild swears in real life unless I fall down the stairs or something. Then I swear like a pirate.

It might be a while before the next update I'm sort of busy all next week, so I'm not sure when it will be. Hopefully not too long.

"Mon deiu! why am I hardly in this chapter?"

"Shut it Frog, just be happy that she included you."

"I did actually forget too put him in to begin with" (whispers to England)

"You should of left the cheesy monkey out of it"

"You wound me Angleterre"

"Sod off Frog!"