I don't own Hetalia, Hidekaz Himaruya does.
"A-al! How could you? An angel?" Matthew cried out. The others' faces showed very different emotions, going from rage to fear to concern and back again.
"Alfred! You brought an angel to Hell and decided to keep him?!" Ludwig shouted.
"That would explain his arrogance and why I instantly hated him.." Francis grumbled.
"I can't believe I called him cute..!" Gilbert said, shocked.
Lovino had his mouth covered by Antonio, who was most likely saving Lovino's life by doing so, and Feliciano was crying and clinging to Ludwig.
With each word, I winced and shrunk back towards Alfred, whose face was shadowed over.
"Al, this isn't just a bad idea for us, with him being an angel, but what kind of effects will it have on him? An angel's never been to Hell before, what if he dies? Or isn't allowed back into Heaven? Then what will happen?" Matthew asked, sounding genuinely worried. I hadn't thought about that.
"I've already made up my mind. He's to be my new servant, and none of you are to touch him. Is that understood?" Alfred asked.
After a little bit of hesitation, they nodded, if reluctantly. Servant. I had a problem with that word. "I'm not a servant."
Alfred laughed, the others' shocked faces scanning mine as if memorizing every detail so they'd know just how I'd looked before I was beaten to death. "Sure you're not."
"I'm not."
"Okay."
"I'm serious, git." I pouted.
He grinned, grabbing my arm and pulling me into a hug. "I know."
"No you don't. Don't lie."
"Well, that's the news, I'm gonna go show Iggy here the way around. So he can correctly and fastly get me the stuff I need when he's on a not-a-servant mission." he dragged me out of the room.
"Fastly? That is not a word on so many levels it's not even funny." I scowled at him. "And I'm not a servant."
He laughed his annoyingly loud laugh again, ignoring my protests. He gave me a full tour, stopping when he heard my stomach growl quite loudly. I blushed in embarrassment. Stupid stomach- why did you have to be so loud?
"You hungry, bro?" he raised an eyebrow.
"Well I haven't exactly eaten today. By the way, your sentence missed an, 'are you'." I narrowed my eyes. What was with his improper grammar?
"Nope, we call it slang. I think. Anywho, you want to go get something to eat, now?"
"Anywho? What is w- no. Yes, let's go eat." I said, giving up.
"Great!" he grabbed my arm and we teleported to land, right in the middle of a large crowd. I guessed.. Fort Worth, Texas? Yes, one of the signs said 'Dallas Fort Worth Texas'.
"Why Texas? And where are all the horses and cowboys?"
"Texas because I like it, and not all the stereotypes are true, dude. Just most of them." we entered a store, Cracker Barr**. In the front was a shop, and a side entrance led to a resturaunt. I picked up a menu and sweat-dropped at the obviously Texan choices. Steak fingers, steak, chicken, mashed potatoes, gravy, biscuits, etc., etc.
I felt a small pull on the back of my wings, indicating that my power was slowly comming back. If I wanted to, I could probably escape by the time I finished eating. But something was pulling me back, a string attached to my waist. Invisible, of course, to humans, but Alfred should have been able to see it and wasn't paying any attention to it, happily scanning over the menu. I spied the other end of the string attached to his wrist. I narrowed my eyes.
"A tether?"
"Huh? Oh, you mean the string." he flashed me a grin. "Safety procaution. I can't have you running off on me."
"I'm not a dog."
Alfred muttered something under his breath, but I didn't quite catch it. "What was that?" I asked.
"Nothing." he smiled again. "What are you having?"
"Uh.." I looked over the menu again. I hadn't decided.. Come to think of it... "I don't know what half of this stuff tastes like."
I seemed to catch him off guard, as he practically fell off of his chair. "Y-you can't be serious. Are you?"
"I'm perfectly serious. I generally eat my food in Britain. What about you? How would you know what this tastes like if you demkns eat souls?" I glowered.
"I like a different taste every once in a while. Human food doesn't fill me up nearly as fast, so I can eat a lotta different stuff before I'm full." he explained. A sudden problem made itself known to me.
"Alfred, who's paying?"
"Duh, me. I'm the Hero- and heroes don't let their guests pay."
"The hero?" I scoffed.
"Don't laugh, dude, I am." he whinned.
"Okay."
"Was that sarcasm?"
"Absolutely not." I lied.
"I'll take that as a yes." he sniffed. The waitress came over, wearing a tallow shirt, jeans, boots, and a cowboy hat.
"Hi, my name is Ash, how can I help you today?"
"Hi, I'd like 34 of the number six, a large serving of your fries, and a diet Co**." Alfred greeted. Both mine and the poor waitress' eyes bottled. 34? What a pig!
"Um.. Sir, did I hear you right? 34 number sixes?" the woman asked.
"Yup. And what do you want, Artie?"
She quickly scribbled something down.
"You're such a pig." I grumbled. "You're not going to be able to eat all of those! I'll just get a number four and a water, please."
"Yes, sir. Your food will be out as soon as possible." she hurried away.
I glared at Alfred. "She better get a freaking huge tip."
He laughed.
After we ate, (the wanker actually ate all of them!) Alfred was paying when the waitress said, "I like your costumes. Where'd you get them?"
I nearly choked on my water. I had forgotten all about them! Alfred finished paying and grinned. "I was born with mine."
We disappeared, probably leaving a very scared girl behind. I slapped him over the head when we made it to his room. He clutched the wound and cried.
"What was that for? That hurt, you bully!"
"You're so immature! That poor girl's probably thinking she's going crazy!"
"You weren't that strong when we left.." he grumbled.
"I got a recharge."
"Remind me not to feed you again."
"That wouldn't help."
"I think it would."
"Well, what do you know?" I joked.
Later, after Alfred and I had eaten dinner, I said, "I feel disgusting."
"Huh? Why?"
"I haven't taken a shower or changed clothes in two days!"
"Good point. That is kind of nasty, bro."
"Oh, shut it. You're not any better."
"You wanna take a shower now? My bathroom's open. You'll have to use my clothes if you want to change, but you can use 'em."
I blushed, nodding. I went onto the bathroom, where Alfred showed me the controls and where everything was. He left, telling me, "Some clothes'll be on the bed when you come out, I need to go do something."
"Okay." I said, shutting the bathroom door. I stripped, turning on the hot water and stepping inside the shower. I washed the grime from my hair, also going over my body with soap. I sat and soaked for a minute, then crawled out, drying off and walking out of the bathroom. The room was empty, as had been promised, and I saw a pair of clothes lying on the bed.
I inspected them, disproving of their style. They looked like they belonged to a drug dealer. For all I knew, he was. In fact, he most likely was one. I blushed as I saw that he even included underwear.
I slid them on, and, for the first time, I realized just how much taller Alfred was compared to me. The pants had a good three quarters of a foot extra after I had put them on, and the shirt still went to my mid thighs, loose. I managed to fit my wings in through the holes in the back, meant for much more flexable demons' wings, fluffing them out again afterwards.
I rolled up the pants' legs so they fit more comfortably. Almost finished rolling them up, I heard a wolf whistle. I shot up, spinning around, quickly covering my arse, blushing. I narrowed my eyes, seeing Alfred standing in the doorway with a smirk. He sauntered in, closing the door.
"You look cute in baggy clothes, Iggy."
I remained silent.
"Although I particularly liked your as-"
I cut him off with the throwing of my old clothes. It hit him square in the face. "Go wash those, git!"
He waved his finger around and the clothes disappeared. Still blushing, I threw as much disproval into my gaze as possible.
"Your clothes look like those of drug dealers." I complained.
"You look good in them."
"I look like a drug dealer."
"Why are women so picky with their looks?" he rolled his eyes. "You look fine, dear."
My blush erupted once more. "You arse! I'm a guy!"
"How am I suposed to know that?"
"Do I even look remotely close to a guy?!"
"Yeah, dude, you do. Figure, curves, structure, ass."
"How would you even know about those?"
"I've been hugging you, remember? That showed me that you have a woman's figure. And I got the ass part from you bending over earlier." he said smugly.
"So now I look like a female drug dealer."
"Much better."
"I hate you."
"I know you mean love~"
"I really don't."