A/N: You're all allowed to hate me now. It's been almost a month since I updated and I'm so sorry. I never forgot about the story, I just never had the time to sit down and write. Thank BunnyOfMint for being the one to push me to write, otherwise I'm not really sure when you'd be getting this chapter.
Also, I promise USUK in this chapter. I can't believe I left off on PruCan in a UsUk story. XD
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or the characters!
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It was the afternoon after my discovery of Matthew's secret love life with Gilbert. I decided not to tell Alfred quite yet; I'd confront Matthew himself later on. All I wanted was a nice night with Alfred in our apartment. It had been far too long since we'd had quality time together, since he had a major test this week. But finally that was over.
I watched Alfred search through a large pile of paper, determination written across his face. I wasn't precisely sure what he was searching for, but I was pretty certain it was something about food. I chuckled a bit as he threw useless papers behind him, slowly managing to both make the pile of paper smaller as well as create a giant mess on the floor. "BOOYAH!" I jumped a bit as he let out a cheer. I guess he's found what he was looking for.
"Artie what do you think about ordering Chinese for dinner?" Alfred turned to me, shoving a small menu in my face. Heaven knows how he'd managed to locate the parchment since the house itself was a mess. I had to remind myself that humans weren't neat and tidy like most angels.
I took the paper and looked it over, shrugging. "It sounds alright to me Alfred." He grinned and immediately dilled the number up on his cell phone ordering the food in a hurry.
"It'll be here in a half-hour. Until then Artie... Please just let me kiss you~" Before I even had time to blush his arms were wrapped around my waist, gorgeous blue eyes staring down at my own emerald ones. I shivered lightly as he reached up to hold my face with one hand, his smile so sweet and so tender.
Not long after that his lips pressed to mine with a sweetness that matched his smile, melting my mind into a puddle of goo. Still every touch from him felt like a dream, perhaps because I had dreamt of this for so long. Whatever the reason, it didn't matter. I was in Alfred's arms and could barely think straight.
Somehow we had found our way to the couch, our kisses still continued and innocent. Tentatively Alfred pressed his tongue to my teeth. My angel morals seemed to be vanished from my mind as I allowed him entrance. His tongue explored my mouth, the sensation of touch overpowering me. The sin of lust took me over and I explored Alfred's mouth, every last corner of it. He was mine and I was his, and there was no one to stop us right now.
We were both breathing heavily, our bodies entangled. I had lain back on the couch so Alfred was on top of me. My arms were wrapped around his, my hand entangled within his golden locks. Our lips were still locked within our passionate kissing and neither one of us seemed to want to stop. I thought of nothing but Alfred, all angelic habits cast out the window. Alfred pulled away from my lips and a frowned in protest, wanting to continue kissing him even still. I opened my mouth to protest verbally, but all that came out was a lustful moan as Alfred placed his lips on my neck, kissing and sucking on the same spot. This was far better than being in heaven. I had never experienced feelings like this before in my life, and Alfred had made me feel happy to be human.
He continued kissing and after a few long and wonderful moments he shifted a bit, unbuttoning my shirt by one button and kissing me down lower. I could vaguely tell that he had left a mark in his previous spot, but I was enjoying myself far too much to care in that moment. Another button was undone. And then another one was undone. Finally Alfred became impatient, undoing the last few and throwing my shirt across the room.
I shivered as his finger traced my bare chest, my usually pale white skin tinted pink from how hot I was. My blushing didn't help very much either. Alfred leaned down, about to kiss me once again. My arms were outstretched, pulling him towards me.
Then the doorbell rang. It was then followed by some very annoying knocks. Slowly the two of us came to our senses, the lust gone now that the mood had shifted. Now the air was confused, both of us having blushes creep onto our faces.
Alfred pulled himself off of me and stood up, smoothing down his hair and readjusting his clothing to appear more presentable as he headed to the door to go grab our food from the delivery man. Finally the realization dawned on me, my face burning an even brighter maroon in the process. We had come ridiculously close to having sex. Now that Alfred was out of proximity the angel in me was freaking out. Lust was one of the seven deadly sins and after that... Well there was no denying I lusted for Alfred.
Wait, I was human now... Right? All humans sin, it's a natural fact of life. I mean perhaps it wasn't so bad... We didn't actually have intercourse. Deep in thought I scrambled across the room to retrieve my shirt, putting it back on. Gently my fingers traced along the mark Alfred had left on my neck; it was visual proof of what had just happened. I had no idea how I felt at that moment.
Alfred came back holding a bag of Chinese food, but he didn't say a word. He just quietly set the food down and then walked off to the bathroom. Crap... I had an errection too. Hopefully it would just die down in a minute... Masturbating would just make this day even more backwards. Angels don't have to deal with this you know!
I sighed, trying to relax and stop thinking about it. Just as I was finishing up my Chinese Alfred came back out, blushing faintly. "Sorry babe. How's the food?" He smiled even though the atmosphere around us just a bit awkward.
"It's good... Alfred I'm really quite tired. I'm going to retire for the night." I sighed, honestly very tired. It had been a long and eventful day for me.
"That's fine Artie. Sleep well!" He waved a cheery goodnight as I went back into the guestroom, though it really was my room now. I lied down on the bed, still lost in thought over the day's wild events. Before I even realized it, darkness began to take over. I was asleep within minutes.
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Everything was black and empty. I wandered through the vast space, feeling the need to go search for someone… or perhaps even something. Whatever it was, a strange sensation pulled me in a certain direction and I let it carry me through the darkness. Eventually I heard a sound, and then someone began speaking to me. But it wasn't just any person who was talking.
"Arthur Kirkland..." The overpowering and booming voice of God filled my dreams. A bright light shined in the distance, God himself emerging from its holy glow.
"Arthur you have brought shame upon the name of the angel. I may have banished thee to Earth, and ripped thine wings from thy back. However you still have a duty as a fallen angel. If you do not tread carefully, both you and the human Alfred F. Jones will bring on the wrath of Heaven and Hell." His voice boomed, calling out warnings.
It was a revelation. God was warning me through my dreams. Apparently he had been keeping tabs on his fallen angel.
"If thou upsets the balances of nature as fallen angels usually do, both lands of Paradise and the Underworld shall become involved, and you and your partner shall hear no rest." Both Heaven and Hell would become a major part of not only my life, but Alfred's as well.
"I have come here to give thee this warning." And with that the image of God faded into the darkness of my mind.
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A/N: Again, I'm so sorry I haven't updated. School keeps me busy. I have no life. *cries*
I do have an important question though.
I have created a large storyline for this story, after this moment where God tells Arthur what will happen if he's not careful.
What I want to know is if you would be horribly upset if I changed the storyline of this drastically. Like, God and Satan getting involved.
I'll probably write it that way anyways as I have lost inspiration for the collage love story plotline. It was too clichéd. I just wanted your opinion on what you would think if this turned into an angel/demon fanfiction.
Because it probably will.
I promise to update more!
~MagicInTheDark~