A/N: hey people!
In case you guys couldn't tell yet this is a de-anon from the kink meme again. Last planned chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.
Gilbert held the child in his arms tightly and protectively.
"So he's a demon and you're an angel?" he asked.
Arthur nodded and hesitated. "There's something you should know. Angels and demons…they are mortal enemies since the demons creation. By the laws of heaven I should cleanse this child however in doing so I will kill him so his soul can enter the cycle of humans and be reborn."
Gilbert's eyes widened. He pushed the child tighter into his chest and curled over him. "You're insane if you think I will let you get to this kid."
Arthur held his hands up. "You didn't let me finish. By the laws of heaven I should. However I no longer abide by those laws."
"You don't?"
Arthur shook his head. "I left heaven some time ago. That alone is against our laws; we are only allowed to enter earth when we are given permission. I had gotten tired of their ways and beliefs. Well more pissed off really. They allowed demons to walk on earth and bring humans to their knees while we were expected to only watch. I couldn't stay by them anymore."
"So I left heaven and made a life on earth. I met Francis some time before and I unfortunately…fell in love."
"Is that why he's a priest?" Antonio asked.
"Somewhat. I can only…have certain activities with someone like that. A man of g-d." he said blushing slightly. "He was already in training to be a priest however…"
"However meeting him was just what I needed to really want to finish my studies and gain it." Francis finished.
"Either way Gilbert, you need my help with this child." Arthur said.
"What makes you say that?"
"I can speak that language he speaks. I can understand him." he said. "Unless there is something that you are hiding such as that you either have angelic or demonic blood in you."
Gilbert didn't say anything but nodded.
Arthur clapped his hands together slightly. "Well then. Let me speak with the child."
Ludwig's point of view
Angel, angel, angel, angel. Here, here, here, here. Why, why, why, why?
I gripped tighter to the man. Shame coursed through me. I a demon and the son of the devil gripping to a human for comfort. The shame.
Father. Why have you brought me here? Why did you leave me here?
I whimpered. Another scar of shame across me. I was weak, that wasn't new. It was something my father screamed at me constantly. My dear mother tried to defend me.
Her wounds didn't heal for weeks.
They were speaking. The human and the angel were speaking in that language of theirs once more. I don't understand anything.
The angel looks at me. What is that look in his eyes? I can recognize hatred and anger and fear but I can recognize how he was looking at me.
I still had my pride, my pride as a prince and heir to the underworld. My eyes narrowed at the angel.
"What do you want?" I hissed.
The angel held his hands up at me his wings were still out and unfurled. "Nothing. I just want to know a few things. How did you come on earth?"
I didn't answer.
"Did you parents send you here?"
I refused to answer.
"Or did they abandon you?"
I couldn't help it then. I cringed.
"So they did abandon you."
"I am their son, they would never abandon me." I hissed.
"How can you be so sure about that? Who are your parents?" he asked.
"Why should I tell you?"
The angel sighed. "My name is Arthur. What is yours?"
"…Ludwig."
"Ludwig." he said before his eyes widened. "The prince of hell?"
I nodded.
His face was pale and now I could recognize it. He was afraid, just as he should be.
"Why are you here?" he whispered.
I didn't answer.
Arthur sighed. He then tilted his head to the side. "Your back is covered in wounds."
"So what?"
"I can heal it for you if you want."
I started slightly before my eyes narrowed. No one ever offers to do something without it either being a trap or expecting something in return.
"I don't need your magic." I said coldly.
Arthur shrugged. "Suit yourself."
Almost without thinking I held on tighter to the man who was holding me. I liked this man. He was warm and he hadn't tried to hurt me. Although he did seem to bring the angel and the priest. Was he looking to get rid of me?
My mother's image flashed through my mind for a moment. Her tear stained face. Her smile when she looked at me.
I wanted my mother.
Third persons point of view
"Mutika." the child whispered.
Gilbert looked down at him before looking at Arthur.
"What does mutika mean?" he asked, the only part of the conversation he could catch.
"It means mother." Arthur answered watching the child. "The child wants his mother."
"That does make sense. Demon or not he's still a kid." Antonio said.
Arthur sighed. "This isn't your ordinary demon Gilbert. This is the son of the devil himself."
Gilbert froze. "The devil?" he asked weakly.
"Yes." Arthur said nodding. He almost unconsciously touched his back where his wings were connected to his back and his face darkened.
"Arthur?" Francis asked. "Are you okay?"
Arthur nodded. "I'm fine. Just fine."
He shook his head. "Alright then we need to think of something. What are we going to do with this child?"
"We can't just throw him out." Antonio said.
"We can't do anything." Francis said motioning to himself and Arthur. "We live in a church and I am pretty sure that he'll die if he enters a church."
In unison Arthur, Francis, and Antonio turned to Gilbert.
Gilbert's eyes widened. "No. Hell no. No way in hell."
"He has taken a liking to you, small as it is." Arthur said smiling.
"And you did have a younger brother, Roderich." Francis added.
"Plus look how the kid is clinging to you." Antonio finished.
"It's settled then." Arthur said. "You will take care of the child until we can figure something out. Here's to hoping that he doesn't kill you in your sleep."
"Kill me in my sleep?" Gilbert asked weakly.
Gilbert glanced at the kid in his arms. The child's big and clear blue eyes glanced back at him filled with fear.
"I somehow doubt that."
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