Well did you guess it right? I made her look a bit different, seeing as she's a demon and all, but longer hair really isn't that much of a change. Sorry it took me a bit to post this, at least I think it was awhile, I honestly don't know. I typically like to update at around noon during the day, better exposure that way? Maybe, but since I work so much this week that wouldn't really work so well…

But enough about me! Here you go!

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia!

Claimer: "!" "…"

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia…

"Well?" she repeated, giving him an irritated look. "You summoned me, so I assume that you wanted something?"

For a moment Arthur's mouth just gaped, opening and closing like-

"You look like a beached fish, quit that and spit it out already Eyebrows! I was in the middle of something when you dragged me up here you know." She rolled her eyes.

Arthur snapped out of his momentary gaping, ignoring her comment on his facial features and trying not to notice her mostly nude state. Not that it really bothered him, but he was a gentleman and was startled to see any woman bare her breasts so openly. But then again, this was a demon he was talking about.

He cleared his throat before looking the other in the eyes. She seemed amused by his nerve.

"Um, ms…"

"Natalia."

"Right, well…"

"Just say it already!" She was quickly loosing her temper

"I want you to bring someone back from the dead." It came out in a rush, his words hurried by a tinge of fear.

Surprise flashed across her face before amusement covered it up again, her mouth twisting into the sinister grin he had glimpsed earlier. "You do know what you're dealing with here, don't you? This isn't some game or child's play. You're talking about dragging someone back from their resting place, regardless whether they ended up in a good place or not mind you, and then bring them back into a living society where no one can notice that they were ever gone. That's a lot of meddling with nature, and it comes with a high price." She explained, pretending to examine her nails as she did, looking over at him during the last part of her speech.

Arthur suppressed a shiver. He didn't really think about all the details earlier, too caught up in the chance to think about such important things. He bowed his head, fear and depression coursing through him as he truly realized the extent of what he was doing.

"Well, if that's all you called me for then I will be on my w-"

"I'll do it." His voice was barely a whisper.

"Hmmm?" She inclined her head as she leaned in close to him, an evil smile playing on her lips.

"I-I said I'll do it." He repeated, picking up his head to look her in the eye, his hands balling into fists.

Her grin grew wider as she straightened up, "Ah, well. What should the price be~? So maaaany choices." She began to circle him, innocently holding her hand on her chin as if in thought, though Arthur could feel the predatory vibe coming from her. And he was the prey. "Hmmm, maybe your soul? No, too cliché. I could make you a slave to the underworld, some have done that, but you look so frail. Though it would be fun to hear you scream, beg for a mercy that would never come." A shiver ran down his spine, though he kept his shoulders squared. She narrowed her eyes and leaned down behind him, her breath cold against his skin as she whispered into his ear. "I could take away all of your memories back till you were three," She pressed a sharp finger against his temple for emphasis, the nail drawing a bead of blood, "and leave you pissing your pants like a toddler, making you an effective vegetable." She stood back up, resuming her pace again, coming to a stop in front of him. "But maybe we should know who it is you're wanting to bring back. Some are harder to get to than others, you know, with me being pretty limited to Hades." She stopped, waiting for him to reply, though he seemed to still be a bit shocked from her messing with him "Well? Who is it?"

"A-Alfred. Alfred F. Jones" He stuttered.

The sudden burst of laughter coming from the blonde woman in front of him nearly made him jump out of his own skin, the sound shrill and fluttery, though the dangerous undertone remained. He was absolutely stunned. Now that was something he hadn't expected. Did he say something wrong?

"Oh you have got to be kidding me. That's the best thing I have heard in centuries." She managed between fits of laughter.

Arthur wasn't sure whether to feel confused or insulted. Sure he wasn't that good with magic, but he wasn't that bad. He got her here didn't he? "I beg your pardon, but I fail to see what is so humorous." He settled on slight irritation.

She wiped imaginary tears from her eyes, seemingly over her moment. "You really have no idea do you? Oh this could be fun."

With a blink Arthur was once again alone in his apartment, the chill gone from the room and many of the candles now out, leaving him in near darkness. He looked over at the mirror to see a weary looking blonde staring at him with shocked emerald eyes, nothing else there to give evidence of any previous supernatural presence. It was like she was never there.

Did he imagine it all? He could still feel the cold breath down his neck, but surely it was his imagination. With a sigh he stood, rubbing his temples to ease his stress, stimulating a slight ache on the side of his head. When he brought his hand away from his face his fingers were stained red, slight warmth trickling down the slope of his chin. He stood there for a moment, staring at the crimson liquid that blotched over his fingertips before he walked over to the bathroom, the light blinding compared to the darkness he had sat in for half an hour when he had turned on the switch. Through squinted eyes he could see a trail of red curving down his face, a drop threatening to fall on the white shirt he wore beneath his robes.

Eyes widening in shock, he quickly turned on the faucet, not waiting for the water to warm up before splashing it on his face, watching as the pink tinged water swirled down the drain.

Panting now, he turned off the water, staring down at the white porcelain of the sink as he tried to get the nerve to look up. Curiosity getting the better of him he glanced up at his reflection before turning the side of his face towards the mirror to see better. A small scar was there, crescent shaped to almost that of a nail…

His eyes widened in realization. It did happen. It really was here. But, did she take something from me? Arthur did a quick scan, no memories seem to be missing. She must have done something, right? He quickly took off his clothing, checking for any unusual mars or markings on his flesh that might symbolize one who had been claimed by a demon, he had heard something like that before. Though the only thing he found was a birthmark on his chest that he had had since being a child. He walked back into the bedroom, looking around to further confirm him of what had happened. It all seemed so surreal at the moment.

Frustrated, he sat down on his bed with a huff. "Did it even work? Maybe she didn't do it? Maybe I was asking to much? But she seemed fine with it earlier, what could have made here change her mind?" Absentmindedly he fingered the dog tags that hung around his neck; they had been Alfred's before, but knowing how much his boyfriend cherished them he held onto them in a vain attempt to keep some part of the other in his life. Arthur dug his face into his pillow, anger and confusion fighting for dominance in his mind, depression ultimately winning out through sneak attack. Both mentally and physically tired he just laid there, not realizing when the dark abyss of sleep took him, lulling him into a dreamless night.

-o-o-o-o-o-

"Arthur-kun, are you alright?" Said Brit currently had his head propped up in his hands, eyelids drooping as he struggled to stay awake through the teachers lesson on quantum physics.

"Hmm? Oh, yeah, I'm fine." He barely glanced at the other person, trying but failing to open his eyes wide enough to keep himself awake.

Kiku looked at his friend, worry etched into his brow. "Have you been getting enough sleep these days? It looks as though there are dark circles beneath your eyes." He gestured beneath his own for effect.

"Yeah, just restless I guess. Don't worry." That was the last thing he wanted. It had been two days since Arthur had summoned the demon, and still he had seen hide nor hair of the creature. As far as he knew it was off telling its friends about the dumb human who didn't know how to properly ask a favor. That would be just his luck. With another sigh he burrowed his face in his hands, gingerly massaging his forehead.

"Did you two get into a fight again?" Kiku asked hesitantly.

Arthur furrowed his brow, "What?"

The small Japanese boy instantly began apologizing, his face bright red, "Ah-! I'm sorry! It's none of my business!" The bell signaling the end of the school day cut off anymore questions Arthur might have had, the Asian hurrying out the door before Arthur could even begin to gather his things. What was that about?

Dismissing it as another of Kiku's off days, he made his way to his locker, none too graciously putting his heavy textbooks away and slamming the metal door shut. Slumping his shoulders, he began the walk home, looking to exit out the side of the school when he saw a face he hadn't seen in awhile.

"Ah, Matthew, how have you been doing these days?" Said blonde looked startled, having been reading an ad for some school club before Arthur approached him. It occurred to him that the two had never really exchanged many words, so maybe it would be a good time to start.

"O-oh, Arthur, I've been alright, what about you? Haven't seen you in awhile." Mathew picked nervously at his red jacket, feeling awkward with the sudden conversation.

"I've been okay, surviving basically, how are you parents doing?" Arthur felt good to be talking to someone who truly knew how he was feeling.

Mathew quirked an eyebrow at the question. "Um, they're fine I guess. Why all the questions?"

Or not. "Uh, no reason I guess…" With the conversation quickly turning awkward he muttered a quick goodbye, hurriedly walking in the direction that was home, leaving the Canadian boy still standing in the hallway. Why is everybody acting so strange today?

The sun was bright upon his exiting the school building, his steps hurried as the sunlight beat down on him. It was a warm day for March, and Arthur regretted wearing his long sleeved uniform today, the collar of his shirt rubbing against his neck uncomfortably. Home was not far away, and the first thing he planned to do when he got there was to strip off his itchy uniform and into his favorite band tee. He almost smiled at the thought, he could remember the days where he him and Alfred would just sit in his living room like that and watch movies together…

"So much for that plan…" He muttered to himself, sighing. He could live with wearing the thing for a few more hours.

He quickly ascended the steps to his apartment building, digging out the house key from his pocket and unlocking the door to his small living space. With another sigh he entered, dropping his bag unceremoniously by the front door. He had never quite gotten used to living alone, his mum had passed away when he was young and his pa was always traveling, thus leaving him to his own devices. The only person he really ever had over was Alfred. The loud American would visit frequently, almost never knocking when he entered the threshold. At first Arthur found it annoying, but soon discovered he secretly looked forward to the other's visits. He didn't know why, but being around the boisterous person made him feel better, happy. Neither knew how it really happened, but eventually they found themselves dating, the two sometimes at odds with the other, but they were happy all the same.

There I go again, making myself all depressed, Arthur huffed as he slumped onto the couch and propped his legs up on the armrest, habitually reaching under the collar of his shirt to fiddle with the dog tags he always wore. For a moment he clawed at empty space, his fingers searching for the object he knew was there but came up with nothing. His heart fluttered in momentary panic, where is it? He had it yesterday and remembered falling asleep with it on as he usually did, but it was no longer hanging around his neck. Maybe it was in the bathroom? He did take a shower this morning.

Quickly he went over to the small bathroom that connected to his bedroom, flicking on the light as he desperately searched. Counter? No. Maybe its on the floor? No. Dirty hamper? He rummaged through all the pockets in the jeans, twice to be sure, and still came up with nothing. Where could it have gone? Dread began to fill him. That was the closest token he had of Alfred, how could he let it go missing?

A knock at the front door broke his concentration, the sound startling him from his frantic searching. "A-ah, just a minute!" He shouted, doing one last quick scan before walking over to the door. Who would be coming here at this time? He didn't typically get visitors. "I'm sorry but this probably isn't the best time," he explained as he opened the door, opening his eyes to almost be assaulted by a bouquet of flowers that were shoved into his face. "What the-"

Rearing his head back to distance himself from the overwhelming aroma, he caught a glimpse of the person who condoned the action, his breath nearly catching in his throat as he did so.

The man standing in front of him wore a loose white tee-shirt, though form fitting enough to hint at the muscled physic beneath, his hands covered in worn leather gloves despite the warm weather. His blue jeans were tattered and dirty, like he had been working in them before coming here. Arthur allowed his eyes to slowly trail upwards, metal tags glinting in the sunlight catching his attention, freezing him there.

It took a moment for him to look up, fearing that maybe it was all in his head. But when his eyes met shining blue it took all of his resolve not to crumble right then and there.

"A-Alfred?"

CLIFFHANGAR-! *~Maniacal cackle~* /shot*

For some reason this one felt a little rushed to me, I went back once or twice to add a few things as I read it, feeling the need to elaborate, but I needed to get this done! Gaah…

So yeah, I'm really bad at writing Arthur I feel, I just don't really know how he acts D; well sorta, but you get my point. Same with Natalia, but a lot of the stuff I read typically doesn't have her in them either :/ oh weell!

And I don't know where that image of Alfred came from, I know I've seen it in at least a picture before, but he usually has a jacket wrapped around his waist I think…I dunno. Maybe he has cargo pants on too, hmmm...

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