Hey Guys :D Hope you all enjoyed the last chapter :3 It's really interesting to me to see how this would all go for our lovely little angel xD

By the way, I do hope I am not hurting anybody's religion by inserting an ethereal being into the story. I am not trying to give anyone insult; I just wanted to explore how I can play with the Hetalia universe by adding her in :)

I do not own Hetalia!

An Angel's Grace

Chapter III

I Sing Myself to Sleep

Alfred F. Jones, also secretly known as America, got better over time. It was just some kind of cold, nothing wrong with his country. Still, he worried about the sick being that followed him everywhere. When he tried to ask it (or her, from the voice) who it was and why it decided to follow him of all people, he only received deep sad breaths in reply and silence.

That silence unnerved him.

Really, America was more of an upbeat, loud type of guy. He was just too much of a hero to not be loud. In order to be a hero, he needed to be noticed out of a crowd of millions! However, for him, it was also vice versa. He wanted to notice the people around him, the people that were in trouble, the ones that really needed his attention!

Of course, it doesn't help that he couldn't see who it was following him.

Alfred returned home after that meeting, not really caring to stay through the whole thing. Besides, he didn't want to get any of his other friends sick. Surely, they would understand, yes?

Of course, the letters sent to him confirmed his thoughts. A wide smile graced his face as he ate another McDonald's (do not own!) double cheeseburger and fries. Looking around, he seemed to feel a little bit at peace, despite the strangeness of the past few weeks.

The strangest things were how Arthur and Francis were acting around. They would stare at some space next to him. Francis would run out of the room crying (saying something about an angel) and Arthur would get pissed then leave afterwards, storming the hallways for hours.

Yep, definitely strange.

"Run..." Alfred froze at the voice again. There was a hint of desperation in it, but it was still hard to get what she was saying. "Ruuuun..." Okay, now he got it. But why run?

"Well, well, well, why is a beautiful piece of meat like you walking around alone?" Alfred turned to the new voice and blushed at the compliment. The man standing next to him was gorgeous! He had a light tan with dark hair pulled back into a low ponytail with lovely dark green eyes that shined like emeralds. His suit looked crisp and expensive (was that Armani?) with both jacket and shirt opened a few buttons at the top, showing a perfectly hairless chest.

A grin showed perfectly white teeth. Was he trying to give Alfred a heart attack?

"You didn't answer." He purred, leaning in close to Alfred. Said nation nearly dropped his hamburger. He couldn't answer; his stuttering didn't allow it, A rich laugh escaped the handsome man's lips. "I guess that answers my question. The names Colton; what's yours?"

"A-Alfred." America replied, still curious and slightly terrified. Who the hell was this? And where was the thing that had been following him around?

"Well, Alfred, let's say I ask you out to a date; what would you do?"

Alfred really did drop his hamburger that time, and in the back of his mind he was horrified at the prospect of a wasted burger, but he decided that getting out of this situation. "I-I'm sorry, b-but I have to go." Before Colton could say another word, Alfred ran off into the streets, saying excuse me to the people he accidently pushed in his hurry to get away from the really handsome man.

Colton watched him go, a sadistic gleam in his eye and a grin curling his lips.

"Run run, little country. You're my next target." He turned and laughed, a little skip in his step. "And your Faith can't help you stay away from me."

Alfred was bent over, gasping for breath. The image of the man shot through his mind and the blush on Alfred's face grew. A lot.

"Stay... away..."

Alfred jumped. From that little experience, anything and everything made him jump. "Okay, do you know who he is?" Silence, only the feeling of dread washing over him.

He sighed and pulled a hand through his thick blonde hair. "I'm going home. I'm going to get drunk, and then I'm going to bed singing drunk songs to forget about this." Alfred paused in his musings. "I'm also going to call Prussia and France and maybe China just so we can all get drunk and sing stupid drunk songs."

Another sigh. "Just... don't be weird."

"Stay... away... from... him..."

New character~ He's going to be a sadistic son of a bitch and I'm going to enjoy writing him in future chapters xD Hope you guys enjoyed~

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