I don't own Hetalia, because Hidekaz Himaruya does~

I groggily woke up, my head exploding. I slowly sat up, raising one of my hands to his head. Something heavy fell down to my lap, startling me for a second, but then I realized that it was just a few blankets. Why was it so cold in the room? Something seemed unnatural about it, although I couldn't figure out what. The bed was warm, though, so I slunk back into it, turning on my side and snuggling into one of the pillows.

I had the strangest feeling that something was wrong, but I was too tired to care much. I had had the wierdest dream; I had been kidnapped by a french demon, and then, right as an american demon was about to eat my soul, he kissed me! It was very wierd. 'But then I'd be dead, and I'm very much alive.' I reminded myself. I froze for a second, remembering that what I had had wasn't a dream, then shot up, looking around wildly and jumping out of bed- only to have something pull me back in.

I turned around, wanting to see what had prevented me from getting out of bed. I stood completely still, not daring even to breathe. The demon that kissed me was in the bed, arm around my waist. He must have subconciously grabbed hold, like I was his teddy bear. He was still asleep, so I had a chance to escape the place where I was being help prisoner.

What had happened the night before? Why was I in bed with a demon? And why was said demon's arm around my waist? I blushed, and made sure that all of my clothes were on correctly. They were, thankfully. Now to get out of the guy's grip.

I slyly slid down into the bed and crawled closer to the him, the demon's arm not following. I slipped out from his grip, getting out of bed, and finding my shoes next to the door. I rid myself of the continuous blush, putting my shoes on quietly and checking the door handle. I didn't want to go outside into a firey Hell. Burning alive wasn't too high on my to-do list.

The handle was cold, so I opened it, instinctively wincing. Nothing. I opened my eyes and looked outside; it was a hallway. Like a mansion, with no windows. I stepped outside and closed the door silently, looking around warily for any more demons. The halls were deserted. Tense, I walked down the corridor, jumping at every single creak in the floorboards, or strange noise echoing in the distance. 'You just need to find the exit, just the exit.. It can't be too far away, right?' I thought to myself, still not being able to use my magic.

I stopped when I heard footsteps coming closer to me. It sounded like they were right around the corner, and by the voices, there were several of them. I frantically looked around, and, spying a desk, hid behind it, trying to conceal myself as much a possible. The voices and footsteps got closer, until I knew that they were right next to me. But I still couldn't see them, and that worried me.

Suddenly, the footsteps stopped with a, "Hey, look at that."

My stomach dropped as the footsteps came closer, the person coming into view and stopping right in front of me. He had auburn hair, pale skin, his eyes were closed, and he had a bouncy curl that stood out from the rest of his hair, as well as demon wings and a tail. He tilted his head to the side. "Ve? Who is this? Ludwig~ Somene's here!"

The rest of the group came closer, soon surrounding me. There was a twin to the auburn haired demon, his hair a shade darker with the curl on the opposite side, a stereotypical spaniard, a tall, intimidating german, and the french guy that had kidnapped me.

My heart pounding in my chest, I forced a look of emotionless onto my face. I would not let myself break don in front of a bunch of demons. The french-man sniffed in disdain.

"Not you again! I thought Alfred ate you already!" he groaned. So the guy I woke up with's name was Alfred.

"Ve? You know him, Francis?" the first demon I saw asked.

"Yes, I caught him and put him in the dungeon for Alfred." Francis replied.

"Feliciano! Shut-a up before the human gets dirt-a on us!" the other twin snapped.

"Lovino, there's no need to snap at your poor brother.." the spaniard scolded gently.

"Like I-a give a shit about that, tomato-bastard!"

Feliciano gasped, while the german groaned, a hand over his face. "Fratello! His name is Antonio! Will you need hug-theropy again? Cussing is bad!"

Lovino stepped a little bit away from his brother. "If you-a give me hug theropy, I'll-a kill your precious potato-bastard!"

Feliciano was sad, then, because Lovino cussed but he couldn't do anything about it. He turned to the tall blonde, crying, "Ludwig! Lovino's being mean!"

"I'm not here to babysit you guys! We have a human in Hell! Well, there are plenty of those, but he's inside the building!" Ludwig growled. That brought everyone's attention back to me, and I was not very grateful for it. "How did you get out of the dungeon? Francis, did you lock it correctly?"

"Oui, I'm not that stupid. Alfred went in and pulled him out, I saw it. Lovino did, too."

"Yeah, the wine-bastard is right. I saw Alfred take the human to the room." Lovino agreed.

"Well, if something happened, then Alfred will want this guy tortured." Francis smirked. "So we should rough him up a bit before handing him back over."

The colour drained from my face. Ludwig said, "No, what if he wants to do it himself?"

"Or he can do it with us. In which case, he'd be happy to know that we started."

"I'm not going to do it, but I won't stop you." Ludwig said as he stepped back to the other side of the hallway. Feliciano left with him, and Lovino and Antonio followed. Francis got a gleam in his eyes that kind of scared me.

"Oh, well, it looks like I'm the only one beating you up. Too bad." he grinned. I stayed where I was, backed up into the corner. It wasn't such a good idea to leave the room, after all. Francis grabbed my arm and yanked me out, me letting out a yelp. He slammed me into the ground, knocking the air out of my lungs. He grabbed my hair and threw me into the wall, my face digging into the now crumbling wall. I felt like my face was ripped off then and there. He stood there and watched me for a second, waiting to see what I would do. I crumbled to the floor and stayed there. Why was I too weak to fight back? Demons weren't normally so strong, either. It must have been because I was in Hell. Angels weren't suposed to be in Hell, so our power must be drained, while it had the opposite effect for demons.

After a moment, I used the wall and climbed up so I was standing. I spit blood out of my mouth. "B-bastard. Go die!"

"I'm not sure I'd be making those kinds of comments, human."

"I have a bloody name, frenchy!" it wouldn't be smart to tell them I was an angel. I had seen some of the things they did to angels they captured, and it gave me nightmares.

"And I don't care."

I coughed up some blood. I felt like shit.. Even more so than when I woke up. Francis charged at me, fist raised, ready to strike his face, but, before he could, someone stepped in front of me, blocking the punch and flinging Francis across the hall with no effort. Francis slammed into the wall, causing several chunks of said wall to crumble. Just as hard as he had with me.

I looked up in amazement at Alfred, who was standing in front of me, and couldn't keep myself from wilting. I had been hoping that the other angels had formed a rescue mission.

"Francis, I would advise you not harm him again without my permission. I don't need him beaten into submission." Alfred snarled, eyes narrowed. I noticed the others take a few more steps back. I had to use up more of my will-power than I would have liked to keep myself from crying in pain.

"Y-yes, Alfred. But why is he alive?"

"That's classified, Francis. All you guys have to know is, I don't want him dead, yet. So keep off, or you'll answer to me."

"Yes, Alfred." they all answered simultainiously. He was.. Their leader? Alfred turned to me, and I didn't bother keeping myself from staring. It was just... Unexpected. He had sapphire blue eyes and tan hair, and he wasn't too horrible looking. But what I was staring at was his eyes, how they could change emotions so quickly. I was trying to figure him out; yesterday, he was about to kill me, then he kissed me, and today I woke up in the same bed as him, and now he was defending me.

His eyes narrowed in what looked like concern when he saw my injuries. He reached a hand out, which I looked at warilly. He touched my head, still bleeding, and I shrunk away from his touch. He may have saved me, but he was still a demon. Anger flashed in his eyes and he turned around. "Francis, he's being submissive. What did you do?"

"I beat him."

"That's it?"

"Yes."

"Hm.." before I could respond, I had been swept into his arms yet again. Everyone except Alfred himself was shocked at his actions. Since when had the Demon King shown affection for anyone? I blushed.

"Wanker! Let me go! I can bloody walk on my own!" I blurted out before I could stop myself. The demons stared at me in shock. How had I just called the Demon King a wanker? No one had done that and lived, yet this time, Alfred just grinned and walked down the hallway, ignoring my complains.

He took me to his room, the room I had woken up in, going in and setting me down on the bed. He went into the bathroom and came out with a first aid kit. I groaned and glared at the kit. They were always painful. I pushed myself to the back of the bed as Alfred came over to me. The demon looked at him in confusion. "Why're you all the way over there? You can't get better if I can't heal you."

"I don't want demon medicine! That stuff could kill me!" I scoffed, "Besides, I need answers."

"Like?"

"Like why I woke up in your bed, or how I got kissed yesterday, or why you helped me in the hallway!"

"You passed out yesterday, so I took you here, and I helped you because I'm curious." he held up his first aid box. "Ready to get healed?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't need someone to clean my cuts for me. And what are you curious about?"

"You stand up to demons and back-talk to their king. You didn't scream when I was going to take your soul, you let fate play its path. I want to know why."

I stared at him for a second. When I had deemed that Alfred was being serious, I hit my head against the wall, "Kill me now. You're not going to figure me out, and I don't want to live my life with a bunch of death-crazed demons."

"Huh? No, killing you would be a waste of medical supplies."

"Medical... Supplies? No! I told you that I'm not going to use that stuff! Why didn't you bloody listen?"

"But if you don't use the medicine, you'll get infected. If you're infected, you're in pain, and when you're in pain, you're weak. I won't be able to understand how you're different if you're like everyone else."

"I don't bloody care! Just send me home!"

Then Alfred was behind me, pinning me to the bed, me letting out a totally dignified squeak (for dignified people) in shock and blushing. "Can't do that, sorry."

"What the- bloody twat! Let me go!" I screamed as Alfred began cleaning and dressing my wounds. Alas, the demon was strong enough that, even with me struggling as much as I possibly could, I might as well have been a doll in Alfred's hands. He controlled my movement perfectly, and soon I was too tired to continue struggling. Nontheless, how dare the demon touch him? If the others found out, no one would ever touch him again in fear of getting infected.

"Why'd you stop? I was amused." Alfred asked once I had gone limp.

"Bloody... Hell... You... Strong-ass... Bastard..." I panted. "Wh... How can you... Stupid demons.."

Alfred laughed, finishing the last of the wounds on my head. I looked up at Alfred, sarcastically saying, "Where am I sleeping? Since I obviously can't escape."

"My room."

"What? No! That's improper and rude an-" I cut off when I saw the hurt look on Alfred's face. He may have been a demon, but he still seemed to have feelings. I sighed, guilt overcoming me. "...Er.. For a little while, I guess it's... Okay. But I expect my own room soon!"

Not that I'd need one, because I planned on escaping.

Alfred flashed a grin, back to being cheerful self. "Sure!" I sweat-dropped, 'Is he bipolar?'

Alfred went to put the first aid kit up, and I reached a tentative hand up to check the wrappings on my head. They seemed normal enough, and they were tight enough to do their job. Way better than I would have been able to. He must have gotten hurt a lot. Good.

Alfred came back in and sat on the bed, thankfully on the other side of me. He looked curious, cocking his head to the side. It was kind of cut- absolutely childish. I blushed again.

"So tell me about yourself." Alfred began.

"Bloody- no! Why would I tell you about myself?" if I did, he might be able to guess that I was an angel.

"So I can figure out why you didn't beg for your life. Maybe it has something to do with your personality, or lifestyle."

I guessed the reason fell under the category of 'lifestyle'.

"And when I tell you, you kill me." I said.

"Most likely. Then I'd have no reason to keep you."

"Then I'm not going to. For multiple reasons; one, I was kidnapped by you. Of course I'm not going to open up to you! Two, you tried to kill me. Three, I'm currently in Hell. Four, I don't plan on living here. So I'm either going to piss you off until you kill me, or I'm going to escape. In both cases, I'm not going to give you information!" I narrowed my eyes. Alfred stared at me blankly for a second.

Then, "I don't want to beat you into submission, 'cause then your purpose would be gone. And I don't wanna kill you or let you go, so.. I don't really know what to do with you. I mean, I could always go to land and get information on you there, but I wanna see how long you hold out."

I got irk-marks on my head. Here, I was literally a test subject. "I'm not a bloody test subject, wanker!"

"That's debatable."

I blushed even more, though, this time it was out of frusteration. "Twat!"

I stood up and made my way to the door, feeling slightly self-concious because Alfred's eyes never left me. I left the room, making sure to shut the door, and let out a breath I hadn't noticed I'd been holding. What was with him? The demon was so.. Wierd! He made me feel very concious about myself and my surroundings. Sometimes he was intimidating, other times he only succeeded in ticking me off! 'Geez! Creepy demons...' I froze. If the demon who had killed the other angels was here, then he'd be able to tell that I wasn't a human because of his memory.

And I'd no longer have any purpose, as I'd be too afraid to do anything.

And I'd be killed.