Mathias= Denmark

Tino was the first one to find him. "Lukas!" he yelled and ran up to the boy. "What's wrong?"

Lukas wrapped his arms around his friend and cried on his shoulder. "It's…he…" The poor angel couldn't find the words.

"Who?"

"Erik."

"What about Erik? Is he okay?"

"He's fallen." Lukas choked out. Tino's eyes widened but he didn't let himself react too much. He had to be strong for his friend.

"Shh, it's going to be okay." The blonde whispered. "Let's bring you home."

"No" Lukas wiped his eyes and tried to stop crying. "I want to tell the others."

"Are you sure?" The younger boy had surely been through a lot today and it was probably best for him to go home and rest. "I can tell them, if you want."

"No. I should do it. He's…I was closer to him." Lukas looked confident. He had made up his mind.

"Okay."

Lukas stood up and started to walk before he realized he had no idea where he was going. "Where are the others?"

"Berwald's at home and I think Mathias's down on Earth. But he'll probably be coming back soon."

"Let's go tell Berwald."

They found him in his office at his desk. He looked up from whatever he had been doing when they entered. Mostly by Tino's expression, he could tell they were bringing bad news.

"Berwald…um…" Tino didn't really know how to tell the older man. He had been even closer to Erik than Tino. Maybe not as close as Lukas or Mathias, but still close.

"Erik fell." Lukas said bluntly. He didn't react except a slight look of pain in his eyes, but it quickly faded, leaving them cold and distant.

Berwald just stared at him for a moment. Then his wings slowly started to droop. He turned back to his desk and to his glasses off and rubbed his eyes. Then he held his head in his eyes for a few minutes.

The others watched silently. Tino's wings flapped nervously and he chewed on his lip, feeling very awkward. Lukas didn't move at all.

They stayed like that until the door burst open and Mathias walked through. "Hey! I've been looking everywhere for you guys." He looked around then added. "What's with all the long faces? And where's Erik?"

Nobody said anything, but the looks on their faces told him everything. He started to feel light headed and had to grab onto the desk to keep from falling. Berwald stood up and gave the other man his chair. He sat and just stared at the wall for a long time. Then suddenly he slammed his fist against the desk, causing everyone to jump. "I told him to forget about it! It wasn't that big of a deal! But he was just too hard headed! Why wouldn't he just give it up? How could he so stupid?"

Lukas didn't feel like listening to Mathias deal with his emotions anymore, so he left. He wasn't sure if anyone noticed, but no one stopped him.

As he was walking through town, an alarm went off in his head. He was being calling for duty. He ran to the edge of the clouds, pulled in his wings and jumped.

Most of the other angels thought Lukas was stupid for not spreading his wings right away to glide down, but he like the feeling of free fall. The rush of adrenaline always made him feel stronger and gave him more confidence for whatever he was about to do.

Once he was close enough that he could see the ground clearly, he opened his wings and let himself slow down. Then he raced off in the direction that he knew he had to go. As an angle, when Lukas had an assignment, the exact location was in his head and in his heart.

He found himself in a hospital room. On the bed was a woman who looked about 35. She was unconscious and there were three people around her. Two young children, a boy and a girl, were sobbing. The younger- the girl- was sitting on a teenage girl's lap. She looked like she was holding back tears.

Lukas didn't know what exactly was wrong with the woman (if he wanted he could use his magic to find out, but he didn't need that information to heal her) but he knew he had come just in time.

He walked up to the woman and put his hand on top of hers. He was glad she was unconscious, because she was close enough to death to see him and that would only worry her family.

He closed his eyes and focused. He called on his magic to search out what was wrong. Once it had latched on, he let go of her hand. The young angel looked down at the woman and smiled when he saw a bit of color return to her face already. Or maybe it was just it was just his eyes playing tricks on him. Either was, she would be all better soon enough. Lukas was happy he could help.

Okay, so this chapter was mostly to introduce Iceland's job. I didn't get a chance to say this in the chapter, but there are going to be different jobs for different angels. Iceland's a Miracle Worker. I'll prob say the other Nordic's jobs in one of the next couple chapters. And I still don't own Hetalia or Voltaire's Almost Human (which reminds me, I'm still open to any new names)