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What the hell did I just write? That last part is just like...I don't even know!

Okay, sooo, going on vacation for a few days (yaaay~!) Nothing big like the Canyon that is Grand, but it sounds pretty cool! But I'm hoping to update the second-to-last chapter on Saturday, AKA Bastille Dayyy~~~ :D Also known as France's birthday ^-^ That sexy beast...XDDD Ahh, I know, I know, he belongs to Canada.

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Wait, who? XD

So yeah. Did you know France is like, practically 2000 years old? Well, if you don't count the Gaul/Gallia/whatever the hell that area was during the age of Grandpa Rome and Germania, he's like 1611. If you DO count Gaul/Gallia/whatever the hell that area was during the age of Grandpa Rome and Germania, he's about 2069. Holy shit, 2069! BRB, dyinggg, USUK thoughts oh God!

Okay, before I die from laughter, I own nothing but the plot. Hidekaz Himaruya owns all characters. Satan is free ground. But I own his female appearance XD Okay, no more spoilers:

Enjoy~!

Chapter 37:

Confrontation

After he had changed from a lion to his demon form, he and Alfred bid their good-byes to their friends and were off to the main building, sneaking through the battlegrounds, their hands intertwined as they hastily rushed to the enemy's side. Demons were fighting against one another, some disappearing into dust right on the spot, and others wounded and thrown above them. Arthur made sure to stay close to his lover, and held tight to his trembling hand, squeezing it every now and then to reassure them both. The American glanced behind him briefly, and smiled quickly, only turning back when he received the same in return.

"We're gonna be alright, Flawless Beauty," the younger whispered. "We're gonna be alright."

"I trust you," the Brit replied back with a smile. "There's no doubt in my mind you'll keep to your word."

Alfred chuckled, and stole a glance behind his shoulder at him. "How did you know?"

The duo were close to the dome now, and nestled themselves in between the large rocks that were nearby, Arthur in the other's lap, their bodies flush against each other and warm. Now they couldn't do much but wait for the Nordic demons to give the signal. Mathias, Lukas and Emil were already out and fighting, but until Tino and Berwald returned, they would be able to proceed.

"Are you nervous?" The American wondered quietly into his ear, wounding his arms around his waist gently and letting his hands rets against his lower back.

The Briton shook his head, and looked over at his lover. "No, not really," he answered, toying with Alfred's tie to keep himself occupied. "I'm keeping myself distracted so that I don't think about it." He halted a bit in his movements, his thoughts wondering to a conclusion of sorts. "Are you?"

Alfred shook his head confidently, but it was obvious in his eyes that there was something he wasn't sharing.

"Poppet, you don't have to hide anything." He let his hands slide over around his neck, and he let his wrists hang there limply. "You know you can tell me anything. You trust me…right?"

"Yeah, I know, Arthur." His thumb ran slow fingers into his side, spacing out for a bit before returning. "I'm not afraid I'll do something wrong… I'm worried for you."

Arthur's cheeks lit up faintly, and he bowed his head to hide it. "You're ridiculous, I'll be fine, silly git. You know where I'll be, right?"

"It still gets me nervous, though. I don't want to lose you again." He leaned forward to burrow his face halfway into his shoulder. "I don't know what I'd do with myself if I did."

"Alfred, Luv…" The scarlet-haired demon rubbed his fingers through the black tresses, a light smile on his face. "You're much too sweet. But I can assure you right now that no harm will come to me. I promise you that."

Before the younger male could reply back, a loud, blood-curling scream rang out and startled the two from their moment of tranquility.

Tino, the one who had screamed, was fighting back a larger, one-horned, dark-eyed demon that was slashing his claws in front of him to get his prey. The Finnish demon jumped back, using his wings to assist him and defending himself with a long spear. Both had injuries lacing over their bodies, but neither looked as if they were going to be backing down anytime soon. Both of the hiding lovers tensed up and flinched at the sight, but entwined their hands together and squeezed to reassure him.

The Finn held up the staff of his weapon to block the claws, pushing them away from him and taking a step back. "Try and get me now, äpärä," (1) he growled, and let the rod fly from his hands, severing off the other horn before he flipped over his head to retrieve the weapon. Tino lifted up into the air and drove the sharp end of the spear down to pierce the demon in the head this time. A clawed hand reached out and grasped the spear, crushing it and shoving him backwards. Tino went flying a distance away, landing on his back with a sickening bend of his wings as his spear was sent off somewhere distant from his reach. Arthur started to stand to assist him, but was pulled back down by his lover before he could be seen.

"Not yet," Alfred reminded him quietly, enveloping both of his arms around his waist to hold him down. The Brit frowned, placing his hands on the darker-haired male's shoulders, and nonetheless continued to watch the fight.

"I've always wanted to taste you, fresh meat," the blood-lust demon chuckled, getting on all fours and sauntering over to his opponent. Tino spit out some blood, having rolled over to his knees to hack up anything that had been in his throat.

"You're not going to be able to," the Finnish demon snarled, trembling as his body struggled to support his weight. "I won't let you…"

"But I will~." The enemy stuck his neck out and inhaled, sighing when whatever smell reached his nose before he opened up a mouthful of teeth and dove forward.

Unfortunately for him, there was a large rock soon stuffed inside, causing him to hack before it was swallowed and caused him to burst into dust and sparks.

"No one h'rts m'wife," stated the Swedish male, Arthur remembered him being called Berwald, who had appeared in front of Tino. The latter smiled up at the Son of the Dark, and laughed. The taller offered a hand and Tino took it, jumping back up quickly and leaning up to place a kiss upon Berwald's lips.

"Tusen tack," (2) the shorter grinned. Berwald pushed back his hair and gave a small rise of his lips in return.

"Tietenkin, rakkaani," (3) he answered back, planting a kiss upon his forehead. "'re ya 'lr'ght?"

With a relaxed exhale, he rested his head against Berwald's chest. "Never better."

The Swedish male smiled one last time before spotting Arthur and Alfred, and gave them both a nod. "Ye c'n go now. Ye don't h've t' w'rry. He's not 'xp'ct'ng ye."

"Thanks, Berwald," Alfred grinned, helping both he and his lover up. Berwald nodded, Tino looking behind him to give a wave to the duo. The American looked down at his love with a gentle look in his eyes. "Wanna go cause some mayhem?"

Arthur smiled wide, and grabbed his hand excitedly; "Nothing better than that, Luv."

After the duo snuck into the building, navigated as much as they could before they were forced to run into a small cupboard under a flight of stairs to hide, they ended up extremely close to each other, so much that their wings were tucked flush against them. Arthur didn't mind, since he was currently being held close to the warmest body with arms that were just as warm around him, that steady heart beating for him only. But it was a bit difficult to appreciate all of this, when you were busy valuing and adoring the pair of lips that were over his.

"They've already…passed, Poppet," the shorter whispered, pulling on the other's tie so that he could pull him closer and have more access to his chest. "We should gemm…get going now…"

"In a bit," Alfred murmured, hands roaming around his hips and back, devouring every moan let out and giving them back to him. "I need to…need to feel you."

Arthur broke apart from him so that they could properly lift him up against the wall and embrace the taller male's hips with his legs. His arms wrapped around his neck, followed by a mouth that devoured and nibbled and licked his neck hungrily. Alfred groaned into his ear, his thighs shifting forward to rub his arousal in between his lover's spread lower limbs. "We should be…getting to Satan, mm…we can make love later."

"Fuck Satan. He can wait." The American's slim fingers fumbled with his partner's zipper, it taking several attempts due to the distraction at his throat before he was successful into tugging the other's trousers and undergarments down.

The scarlet-haired demon sighed at the release, one hand snaking down to return the favor. "I'd rather fuck you…than do anything else." He sucked at his throat one last time, moaning and licking and nibbling and sending shivers down the other's body.

Alfred chuckled quietly into his ear, flicking the shell and inside with his tongue. "I'd love to experience that."

"Later…" Once the other's pants were down, he lazily lapped at the fingers of his free hand and brought one to his entrance, slipping it in smoothly. "Right now…I need you somewhere important."

The younger grinned, and connected their lips together, both moaning when their stimulated members rubbed against each other. And, too quickly, Alfred was pushing inside of him and Arthur was swallowing everything given to him greedily. Their rhythm was smooth and even and full of every ounce of amorous feelings that they held for each other. The Briton, panting, looked deep into the blood-red eyes and grinned; there was something about the way that they fit together that made him feel so much more complete and satisfied. He shoved his lower half downwards, savoring the feel of the completion that washed over him. He was too lost in the pleasure and the desire and the aspiration to realize anything besides Alfred, even as he gave a trembling breath and finished over them, tightening around his lover and causing him to complete as well. Slowly, they slid to the ground, minds foggy and hearts thumping. Arthur tangled their hands together, giving his lover an exhausted smile that was filled with adoration.

"I needed that a lot."

"So did I." Alfred grinned, despite his loss of breath, and pressed his lips against his fingers. "Do you want to wait here for a bit before going on?"

"That sounds marvelous." He shifted so that there was enough room for both of them to sit beside each other, and the American locked and barricaded the door with whatever supplies were there before plopping beside his lover. He wrapped his arm around the other's waist as soon as he was beside him, rubbing the side of it gently and receiving the same in return. Their lips connected once again, this time sweeter and gentler than before, and they gradually rested their eyes, hands folded together and heads resting against one another. Arthur hoped that their days would always be spent like this after they finished their business with the Devil.

It had been an hour since he and Alfred had snuck into the empty office-like room, and he was already restless. His lover, who was supposed to be hiding in an air duct in the wall, was spinning around in the swivel chair that Arthur should be in as of right now, laughing joyfully and singing the United States' national anthem in tidbits. The Briton was seated on the large desk, rubbing his closed eyes with his thin fingers as his feet hung over the edge and his wings were free to stretch out behind him. His patience was wearing thin, not just because his American love wasn't listening or paying attention to him, but the Devil hadn't appeared yet. There was a gnawing feeling inside of him, however, that made him worry that at any moment he could appear from the door and catch them (even though the door was locked).

"Alfred, Poppet, could you please do me a favor and get back inside the vent like you're supposed to?" Arthur asked him for what seemed to be the thousandth time since they had gotten there.

The young demon stopped spinning and stopped, holding onto the edge of the desk in front of him with a frown. "But it's smelly and small and I don't get to see you!" He pouted, sticking his lower lip out and looking off to the side.

The Briton bit his lip, torn between abiding to his lover's wishes and ignoring him and getting him where he was needed to be. "W-well…wh-whot if Satan were to walk in right now and see you? You would probably be smote right on the spot!"

Alfred made a raspberry with his lips, and then leaned forward, resting his chin in his palm. "But you would be smoted, too. Remember? You were at the trial, so he saw you already." The American reached over and grasped his hand tightly. "I don't want anything bad to happen to you."

Because of Alfred's so well-known feat of starting the rebellion, their group knew it would be extremely risky if he were to show his face to Satan. However, he wasn't familiar with Arthur's beside the one time at the trial. With the American hiding, Arthur would try and convince Satan to give up. If that didn't work, Alfred was permitted to come out of his hiding spot and help him from then on. "Alfred…"The scarlet-haired Son of the Dark furrowed his eyebrows together before he grabbed his face and pulled him close to him, placing his lips on his and slipping his tongue in when he felt the mouth beneath his give access. He moved over the desk edge, using his wings to keep him in the air before he moved to his lap to make it easier for them.

"I don't want to leave you alone just yet," the dark-haired demon admitted against his lips. "I want to spend every second with you until he's here."

"Hmm…" The Englishman fiddled with his jacket, wondering when and how he had become so enamored by him, and when he had become a captive of his love. "I suppose…it'll be okay if you stay until he arrives."

"Yaaaay~!" Alfred beamed, eyes crinkling, and snuggled his lover closer to him, stuffing his face into his hair and sighing loudly. "Love you, Thornless Rose~!"

Arthur shook his head with a laugh. That's why.

About a half hour later, the two were disturbed from their brief nap from the rustle of the door. The Briton, still half-dazed, looked over at the entrance and yawned. "Dearest, get back in the vent," he mumbled. "He's here."

"Noooo," Alfred, snoring quietly, snorted and shuffled in place, moving the British demon closer to him. "Gimme fi'e mo'e minu'es…"

"Alfred…" The Englishman was about to shake him awake, but noticed the cowlick, Nantucket, that was in front of his hairline twitching. Arthur's eyebrow quirked up, and he smirked before he leaned up and took the strand of hair in his mouth, sucking his mouth in and sending his tongue sliding over it.

"A-a-ah~!" Alfred jumped from his spot, eyes wide open and face a bright red. "A-A-Arthur~ later!" He jumped up, sending his lover on the desk, and zoomed up to the vent, curling up inside like a cat and giving Arthur a glare that was full of embarrassment. "That's my erogenous zone, Artie."

"Next time, you can get up when I tell you to. Either that, or I can abuse it later on tonight." The statement was settled with a wink, and he chuckled when he saw more scarlet on his love's face that matched the shade of his hair. "You would like that, wouldn't you?"

"M-maybe…" Alfred hid his face into the sleeve of his bomber jacket, looking over at Arthur with his eyes scrunched up in a hidden smile. "Only as much as you like your neck being messed with."

This time, it was the Briton's turn to blush. "Th-that's not true!"

The two, seeing the other's foolish denial, smiled at each other before the American hid his body with a simple unfurl of his wings around his curled-up form and the Englishman turned in the chair to face the now-open door.

"Hello, Satan," he greeted the Devil with a sinister-filled smirk, and hid the surprise that he found when he looked at the ruler of Hell.

There was no doubt that it was Satan; skin that was as red as blood, black hair as dark as night, eyes the darkest and most evil sight to ever see, horns sleek and pointy, tail jagged with scales that branched off to act as knives. But as for the rest of him- or, rather, her… She- Satan- was the same height as the male counterpart, but her body was curvaceous at the hips and there were rather large…girl parts on her chest. Her outfit was short and showed too much, and if Arthur looked down, he would bet money that in between her thin legs, he would find something that only women had, and he didn't want to see it. Seeing a woman as sexual as this made him nervous, but he held it down when he remembered that Alfred was right in one of the vents behind his head if needed him.

"Have we met?" The female version of the Devil wondered with a quizzical look on her face. Her fangs poked out from her mouth, sharp canines that the Brit was sure she wouldn't hesitate in using.

"Whether I have seen you before or not does not make a difference," he replied, rotating a bit in the chair before leaning back and sitting his feet up on the desk. She hissed out her thin, pronged tongue but didn't comment any more on the matter than that. "Whot makes the difference is that you have been performing repressing actions on your so-called Children, so much that it has led to a war."

"If you're here to tell me that I should stop the war, you're going to receive no reply from me."

Arthur narrowed his eyes at Satan as she sauntered over to her desk and stared him down. "If you think you're ruling Hell smoothly, then you're wrong. You have a rebellion, a revolution, a war, going on in your grounds, something that has brought angels from the Heavens into this. Don't you think it would be right to stop?"

The Devil leant over the top of the table to glare at him closer, but the Briton turned his chair around. When he was with Ludwig and Kiku for his training sessions, the two informing him about what was happening and about the Boss, as well as how much power (s)he had. They had also mentioned to him that Satan could send messages through pictures telepathically to force you to back down from an argument, seen when (s)he would lean forward close to you and stare into your eyes. The best method to do when that occurred was to turn away and not make eye contact. And that was exactly what he was doing.

"I remember you now," she murmured under her breath, objects being scratched against the tabletop and to the side as she most likely sat on the desk right behind the chair. "You were that demon that wanted to protect the starter of this rebellion."

"Alfred Jones did not start anything but a way to finish off the unfair treatments," he fired back at her quietly yet sternly. A clawed finger traced up his shoulder, past his neck and to his face, curling under and around his chin and cheek.

"I'll have you know, sir, that I do things my way. I do not need an amateur telling me what to do."

"I have reinforcements hidden in this room."

Satan stopped in place, her other hand close to impaling his heart. Her breath tickled his neck, mouth so close to his throat that he could feel the presence of her fangs. Her talons slowly trailed up to his collarbone, digging into the dip of it through his shirt. Arthur made no move towards her, but his heart was hammering rapidly in his chest. He hoped that she didn't notice, and that Alfred would do something soon.

"I have demons hidden in this room and around the area who wouldn't hesitate to bring you down. Make one move to harm me and they're coming out." His voice was as steady as he could make it, what with his frazzled nerves. He didn't want this being anywhere near him.

For a moment, Satan was silent, simply breathing against him, but after a minute or so, she removed herself from him, and he rotated around to face her. "I will stop the war."

"Will you now." He didn't believe her words, no matter how she looked or what she said. The English demon wanted to see it happen, not hear it.

The female version of the Devil quirked an eyebrow, but then relaxed and smirked. "When I give my word, I give my word. I will give up the struggle." She held her hand out delicately in a handshake, to seal the deal. To Arthur, it looked like poison that would strike him at any moment. "I don't bite unless you want to, Arthur."

It took the Englishman a minute or so, but eventually, he reached his hand forward and placed his palm together with the other's freezing one. Instantly, a chill ran down his spine, and saw nothing but a blur of the world until the left side of his back rammed into the wall, cracking a part of his wing and nearly bending his tail. His vision spun out of focus, moving too quick for him to focus solely on anything, and he finally settled for letting his forehead lean against his forearm.

"You're both highly yet lowly inexperienced. I'm surprised at you. You know when to turn your head but you don't know how to trust the Devil."

His body was rolled under some unearthly power towards the desk, and once he was able to look at something without seeing blurs, he was a bit shocked, in pain from the pressure on his injured wing and definitely frightened to see the female sitting on his stomach with a sneer and smirk. He glared at her as he lifted his arms up to shove her off, but they were held down by an invisible force. His entire body, save for anything internal and his eyes, was deprived of any movement whatsoever. He was trapped.

Satan leaned forward and burrowed her nose into his collar. He hissed, trying to force his legs to move but only receiving a bit of twitching as a response. "You smell like tea and scones."

"You smell like a bastard," he spat out as best he could, his jaw having a bit of difficulty functioning but not enough to stop him from using it.

She clucked her tongue at him, swatting at his nose with a smirk. "What a rude thing." She shook her head. "There are things that I can do when I'm in this form, things I can't do when I'm a male." As she shifted around momentarily and positioned herself differently, Arthur gulped. He didn't want to be anywhere near the parts of a female's anatomy that should be hidden.

"You stay away from me." The threat was a growl and full of menace, but it went unnoticed as the head of one side of the demons giggled.

"You sound like you can be quite the pervert sometimes." One hand flew to his tie, freeing it from being pressed under his jacket, and used it to tug him upwards into her open, free chest. Arthur closed his eyes shut from the sight, but could still feel the flesh against his cheek. He wanted to vomit, and if he was able to if not for the lump of fear in his throat, he most likely would have right on her chest. Her other hand was busy with the zipper of his pants, fumbling with it as she pulled it downwards and released his limp, flaccid member. "Someone was quite dirty before he came here, hm? I can smell the semen from your ass and dick from right here."

Alfred, please. "You can leave that alone." Another attempt to move his legs was made, but they only twitched and squirmed, barely moving in the direction he needed and desired for them to be. Help me.

"I won't do anything bad to you. Trust me." One of his hands was raised and brought to her legs, sliding up until it met coarse hair, rough against his skin. He cringed, especially when he felt her move closer down to him.

"I'd rather trust a thousand-year-old corpse before I trust you." Alfred, dear, please.

Satan grinned. "That sounds wonderful." She removed his hand and moved down even more than before. "Have you ever been with a woman?"

Arthur couldn't remember the last time he felt this helpless, and bit his lip to prevent any more words from flying out of his mouth. Alfred, god dammit, luv, please! Help!

Translations:

1. äpärä (Finnish):bastard

2. Tusen tack (Swedish): A thousand thanks

3. Tietenkin, rakkaani (Finnish): Of course, my love