I don't own Hetalia, Hidekaz Himaruya does.

Alfred stared at me, and I started panicking. What had I just done? I just told the Demon King that I was an angel. What was wrong with me? It was like I hadn't ever seen what the demons did to angels they captured! That time I heard a choked noise in the council room and decided to check it out..

I knew I was about to start crying, and I cursed myself for showing such weakness towards the demon. He stared at me for a little longer, then left the room. As soon as the door was shut, I stumbled to the back of the room, sliding down the wall.

Why hadn't he attacked me? Was he going to get reinforcements so my death would be more painful? How long would it be before he killed me?

I started praying again, begging to be saved and taken back to Heaven. The angels that were attacked by the demons weren't dead, they left them to bleed to death, screaming to the last second. It was commonly said that angels and demons couldn't die because they were already dead, but that wasn't true. They were just another species. And no one knew where angels went when they died, because we took care of humans when they died. An angel had never died and been seen in Heaven, they just dissapeared.

I tried using my magic to escape once more, and, once more, failed. I was stuck here, and I was going to die. If I was lucky, the demon that killed the other angels wouldn't be the one to kill me, but he probably would be. I started crying.

Michelle (Sey Chelles), Katyushka (Ukraine), Ravis (Latvia), Toris (Lithuania), and Eduard (Estonia). They all died by a demon's hand. I had been too weak to heal them by the time the demon left. And now I was too weak to leave Hell.

Why was I so weak? Why wasn't I stronger?

The door creaked open, breaking me from my thoughts. I looked up, all of my weakness showing on my face. I rubbed the tears away before anyone could see me. It was said that demons liked their victims to show weakness, and I wasn't about to give them what they liked. Alfred walked in, an emotionless face clearly imprinted.

My time was up.

He came and stood really close to me, crouching down and looking at me. I prevented myself from scooting away, not liking one bit how close he was to me.

All of a sudden, he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. I blushed and squirmed, attempting to get out of his grip. Needless to say, I failed (again). I glared up at him.

"Aw, have you been crying? That's not cute at all." he smirked. I stared, dumbfounded at him.

"What?"

"You were crying. Crying isn't cute. You're so much more when you're arguing with me."

I blushed, "What the actual fuck?! What is wrong with you?!"

Was he serious? He just found out his enemy was in his room, and he was telling me that I was cute when I argued with him. He needed to sort out his priorities.

"I don't think there's anything wrong with me.." he said smugly, almost childishly.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Go sort your priorities. Emphasis on 'go'. As in, stop touching me."

He laughed. "But I'm comfy!"

"You incorrectly assume I car-" I was cut off with my own yelp as he pulled me closer, resting his chin on my head. If it was possible, my blush would have darkened. "Hey! Unhand me, you twat!"

"But I'm comfy!"

"And I still don't care! I'm your enemy! An angel!"

He stiffened a bit, "Yes, but you still didn't beg for your life. No one else just accepted their fate, not even the angels."

So he had killed angels before. He slid a hand under my knees, picking me up and setting me on his lap, as if I was a small child. "Your point? You're still my enemy."

Silence for a second.

"Then I'll have to change that." he pulled me even closer to him, though I didn't think it was possible, and looked down at me. I wasn't surprised to see smugness and arrogance in his eyes. "You disguised yourself as a human and was brought to Hell, supposed to be eaten, but, even then, you accepted your fate. You didn't beg for your life."

"You're wrong." I said. "I begged for my life, but not to you. To my Lord. And I did try to escape, I was just too weak to succeed. I was scared, I just didn't want you to get the satisfaction of hearing me beg."

After a moment, he chuckled. "You intrigue me, Arthur. You never manage to not surprise me. So you are normal, other than the fact that you're too stubborn to show weakness."

"Just make my death quick." I sighed. He laughed.

"Naw, Iggy, I'm not gonna kill you."

A sinking feeling hit my stomache. "What? Why?"

"You said you prayed to your Lord? Then from now on you'll be praying to me."

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"What?! I thought the commercial break was in ten minutes! Agh!"

"W-what?" I stuttered. What did he mean?

"Earlier. When you said that you did beg for your life, just not to me. I don't want to kill you, so from now on you'll be my servant, and I will be your Lord."

Was he serious? It looked like he was. "Kill me. I'd rather die." I commanded.

He laughed his annoying laugh again. "My mind's made up, Iggy. You'll get protection from the other demons and food-"

"You're going to be very dissapointed if you think I'm going to be your servant." I growled.

"Your job will be to do anything I need you to do, and never leave my side unless you are ordered to. If I need you to get me some water, your job is to go get me some water. If I need you to clean something, you'll clean it." he continued, completely brushing off my statement.

"No, I won't."

"Any disobedience will result in something that won't kill you but'll make my point clear, I don't know what yet."

"Tell me when you do." I said sarcastically, managing to rip out of his grip and stand up. I looked over my wings, making sure they weren't ripped or infected or something. It took a lot to keep angels' wings clean and white. Mine looked a little matted now because Alfred was hugging me. I fluffed them out, not missing the glare Alfred sent my way. "What?"

"Can you get rid of the wings? They're annoying."

"What?! NO!" I screeched, horrified. How could he even suggest that? "Why would you even ask that?"

"I don't like 'em.." he glowered. "They're angel wings and remind me of a bunch of stuff."

"Well I'm an angel!"

"Can't you just hide them again?"

I glared at him, trying to conceal them. Nothing happened. I tried again. "Uh... No. They won't go back in."

"What? Try again."

I did so.

"Nope. Nothing's happening. My magic must be limited because I'm in Hell."

"Then how could you bring them out?"

"Last of my magic?" I guessed. "I don't know. But I can't put them back."

He growled in frustration. "Can you cut them off?"

I screamed in horror. "Fuck no! You idiot! These are my wings! That's like cutting off your wings and tail!"

He glowered again, practically pouting. I stepped a bit away from him, scowling and crossing my arms. After a moment, he sighed in defeat. "Okay. Asking you to get rid of your wings was a little much. I'm sorry. And being my servant won't be as bad as it sounds. It'll be like you're watching over me, like you do with some humans."

"Except I'll be following orders. And you should be sorry. But.. As long as nothing bad happens to me.. I'll give it a try." I smiled at him. "Being an angel's kind of boring anyway, I need excitement somewhere or I'd die of boredom."

"Really? What's it like, being an angel?" he sounded really curious.

"Well, we all have different personalities, so I guess it's like you guys, except we have to go preach on Earth and guide lost souls back to Heaven and vanquish you guys when you get out of hand. We also become guardian angels when someone's really lost or needs a lot of help."

"Huh. Well, being a demon is fun. We cause trouble everywhere, drag the people who aren't allowed entrance into Heaven down to Hell, and eat. When we get bored, we make fun."

"That sounds like fun. But how are you going to brake the fact that I'm an angel to the other demons?"

Third person!:

Francis, Lovino, Feliciano, Ludwig, Antonio, Gilbert, and Matthew were sitting in the game room, talking about anything and everything, when Alfred walked into the room, towing behind him Arthur, who stopped at the doorway so they couldn't see his back.

"Ah, hello, Alfred." Francis greeted.

"Ve~ Hello!" Feliciano smiled.

"'Sup, guys?" Alfred grinned, "So! Those of you who haven't seen him, this is Arthur, the newest addition to our group! Arthur, this is Matthew, my brother, and Gilbert, Ludwig's bro! Ah, the other two aren't here, so I'll tell 'em later. Anywho, anyone have any questions? Or problems?"

"Ah, I have one." Francis rose his hand. "Who is Arthur and why is he a new addition to our group? Is he a new demon?"

"Naw, Arthur's not a demon. And he's a new addition to the group because I didn't feel like taking his soul."

"Seems relavent enough." Lovino said.

"Nein, I do not think anyone has any problems." Ludwig said.

"Especially the awesome me!" Gilbert yelled. "He looks cute."

Arthur blushed.

"Al, is it safe for a human to stay in Hell? Will it effect him?" Matthew asked timidly.

"Um... It may effect him, but.. That's the other thing I needed to talk to you guys about." Alfred laughed nervously.

"Yes?" Matthew raised an eyebrow.

"Well, I'm glad you guys have no problem with Arthur because he's not human!" he pulled Arthur into the room, showing off his white angels' wings.