I don't own Hetalia. A whole bunch of kissing in this one~

The urge to do anything was gone, now. I wanted only to curl up and die, or never meet anyone else. The chance that I'd meet the demon who I'd seen murder was a little too much for me. I hadn't moved a step since the thought that I'd see him again crossed my mind.

The image... The image of him standing over the bloody bodies, malicious content in his eyes, organs everywhere, even on the wall where I couldn't reach back then unless I fle- 'Shut up! Why am I thinking of these memories? Shut up and go away!'

I felt a tear slip down my cheek, before I quickly wiped it away. I wasn't going to appear weak to these demons. Bloody Hell, I was going to escape! But how?

I forced myself to continue walking, going down several corridors before my stomache growled, reminding me that I was hungry. The demons ate souls, so I couldn't look around for a cafeteria.. I had no choice but to go back to Alfred. I turned around, ready to head back to Alfred's room, when I saw the very guy leaning up against the wall. I narrowed my eyes; had he seen me cry?

"Oi, demon. I'm hungry." I snapped.

His eyebrows rose. "Hun... Gry?" his eyes lit up in recognition. "Oh, that's right! Humans don't eat souls! And you have to eat once a day.. Hmm.."

"Three times a day." I corrected.

"Wha..?! That's so much food! For me, that'd be like 15 humans a day!" I shuddered at the thought, glaring at him.

"If you're going to keep me, you need to have food for me! Idiot, if I starve, I die!" how could he not know this? He put on a pondering face.

"I guess I can get Francis to go get some food.."

"No! That frenchy would only bring tasteless french food! I need ingrediants so I can cook! And a kitchen!"

"But there isn't a kitchen here."

"I'm not going to eat until there's a kitchen! Eating out all the time is very unhealthy!"

"But that'll take a long time- you'll be dead by the time it's installed! Why are you so difficult?"

"I'm not difficult, I'm a gentlman."

"How, exactly, are you a gentleman?" he scoffed. Wanker! I was more of one than he was!

"I was raised in Britain. That automatically makes me one!"

"That's the biggest lie I've ever heard!"

"No, it's not!"

"Yes, it is!"

"No!"

"Yeah!"

I growled in frusteration, Alfred also huffing. I was still hungry, but I wasn't about to tell him again. I saw him look over in my perepheral vision, his pouty gaze softening mine. His pout turned into a smirk. I saw him coming over, but I didn't hear any footsteps. Was he flying? He didn't seem any taller. He put a hand on my shoulder, spinning me around and crashing his lips to mine again. Eyes wide, I stood there until my brain caught up and trie to push him away, but his grip remained firm, his other hand holding my head in place. I kept my mouth firmly shut, denying him acess to my mouth again. Last time I had passed out.

I glared at him with as much hate in my eyes as I could muster. Unfortunitely, it didn't seem to faze him because I was always glaring. He grinned through his kiss, pushing me into the wall behind me. Dang it! The force of the impact was enough for me to gasp, but not enough for it to hurt, and, once again, Alfred took that oppertunity and used it to his advantage, wet toungue slipping against mine. I didn't want him to have fun, so I didn't bother trying to push him out, my toungue remaining limp although it took a lot of self-control. I tried again to push him away, feeling very violated by now.

I knew I was blushing when he finally pulled back, his stupid ever-present grin plastered across his face. Breathing heavilly, I kicked him in the shin. Stupid demons being freaking taller than me... He didn't appear to feel it, though. "You ass! What the Hell was that for?" I spat.

"You were being stubborn and I found it cute~"

I blushed even harder, and I was sure that by now my face was the color of blood. "That's no reason to kiss someone! Especially since I'm a guy!"

Alfred looked confused. "So? A human's a human. Gender doesn't matter here."

Now that the possibility was in my head, I hated it even more. "I don't care! Where I grew up, gender is very important! It's quite rude to do that!"

"Well, sorry. It wasn't any fun, anyway.." he muttered under his breath. I resisted the urge to punch him for that last comment, reminding myself that I did that on purpose. Then I remembered that I was still pinned to the wall.

"Let me go."

"Aw, but it's fun seeing you like this... I still don't know your name." he frowned.

"And you never will. Now unhand me." I said firmly.

He contemplated it for a moment, before turning back to me with yet another grin. "Nah, not until I know your name."

I pretended to stab him with my eyes, evil thoughts on what I would do to him if I could. "You're going to be there for a long time if you think I'm going to tell you my name."

He shrugged. "Maybe, but I'll make it interesting."

I laughed a short, one-beat laugh. "Yeah, good luck with tha-"

He cut me off with another kiss. I pulled my head up against the wall, but he followed, his arms around my waist. I tried going to the side, but he held me still. What was it with demon strength?! I continued to thrash, losing air fast. Alfred seemed fine, blue eyes playful and waiting.

Soon after that, all the air in my lungs was gone, and I was struggling to breathe through my nose. Suffocating wasn't worth not telling the git my name; I attempted to say it, but with his toungue practically halfway down my throat, all that came out was a muffled gag.

He pulled back, and for the first few moments, I could only gasp for breath, saliva trailing down my chin. After a few minutes, I looked up at Alfred and spat, "It's fucking Arthur!"

He laughed, probably at my continuous blush. "Mine's Alfred."

"I'm very fucking aware, git."

"You should wash that mouth out, man. You cuss a lot."

"I'll wash it out because it has traces of you in it, not because I cuss!"

"Yeah, yeah. You're mean." he whinned, his grip loosening so I could step away. I did so, wiping the spit off of my chin. Stupid, stuck-up, used-to-getting-what-he-wants-when-he-wants-it bastard!

I turned my head away with a humph!, not speaking to him. He put on a pouting face and followed me as I walked away from him.

"Arthur, quit being so mean! I only wanted to know your name!"

I ignored him.

"Artieeeeee! I'm sorry! I shouldn't have gotten your name by force! Please talk to me!"

Secretly, I was surprised he gave in this early. Luckily for me, I was very tsundere and still didn't speak. We turned a corner, and Lovino and Antonio were talking. They stopped and stared at us when they heard our conversation, however.

"Artie! I'm really, really sorry! Please forgive me!"

Silence.

"Is.. Alfred apologizing to him?" Lovino asked, eyebrows furrowed.

"I think he is! Who can make him do that?"

"Weren't you listening? Artie."

I abruptly turned to them. "My name's Arthur, not 'Artie'."

Lovino glared at me, and I returned it. Alfred picked me up, one arm under my knees, and the other pinning my arms to me, and he turned to Lovino and Antonio. "How'd you make him talk when I couldn't?"

"We didn't do anything." Lovino said.

"We called him by a name that wasn't his..?" Antonio guessed.

Alfred looked down at me. "Iggy, will you talk to me, now? I'm really sorry for what I did."

An irk-mark made itself known on my head. He was ticking me off more just to apologize! As stated before, I was stubborn, so I looked away from him angrily. A few more people started to gather, and Alfred left, taking me to his room relatively quickly because he teleported. They could teleport?! That would explain how they got to land.

Alfred looked me in the eyes. "Iggy, dude, fogive me already?"

"My name is notIggy! And you should be sorry! You don't just do that to someone! It's rude and messed up, and, on land, it's classified as sexual harrassment!" I shouted.

"What can I do to say I'm sorry?"

"Take me back to my house! I don't want to be here! Or you could choose a personality instead of being so bipolar!"

"Bipolar?"

"Yes! You harrass me, then apologize and ask for forgiveness not two minutes later! I don't get you! And I don't want to. I just want to go home."

"B-but I don't get you, either! And I can't control how I am.. I just am. I can't send you home, yet. I need to know." tears pricked his eyes on his crestfallen face.

"I have a life on land, Alfred. I can't be here to babysit you, and fufill your curiosity. I don't belong in Hell. Send me back." I lied about me having a life on land.

"I don't wanna! Please? Please stay here?"

"No, Alfred. I don't belong here."

"Please? I don't want you to leave."

"Alfred. No."

"Why not?"

"Because I really don't belong here."

"I know you don't, but I still don't want you to go."

"No, you don't understand. I really don't belong here."

"Then give me an explaination! Other than you're a human and don't belong here!"

"I'm not human, Alfred!" I had had enough! He wasn't going to send me home even if he thought I was human, so all I had to lose was my sanity, looks, and life. I would rather turn out like those other angels captured by the demons than stay in Hell until they figured out that I wasn't going to die of old age.

He stared at me, looking very confused. "Wha.. Yes, you are. You're not a demon, so you have to be human."

His voice kind of cracked at the last part. I shook my head, my fate seemingly decided, my face showing my determination. I made a cross in front of my chest, and my wings appeared. How come the only magic I had was the control over my wings?