A/N: Yay, more! I like how quickly people followed it (quickly for me, anyways :D). Thank you all for doing that! And thank you to those who favorited and reviewed! It warms my little Hetalia-yoai-filled heart! 3
Chapter 1
"Hey… up," a voice called out of – what seemed to be – nowhere. "Wake up!"
Arthur slowly opened his eyes, flinching at the sudden flood of light. When his eyes were adjusted, he couldn't help but look around. Fluff everywhere. White, cloud-like fluff. The skies were clear and the sun was bright. Looking behind him, he saw a golden gate, almost blindingly bright as it reflected the sun. He also saw some very… particular…. He had large, pure white wings spread from his back. This caused him to look down. A white tunic – a bit shorter than he was used to wearing for anything - was over his body, probably the only thing covering that part of his body, much to his disliking. That and he had golden sandals in that strapped his ankles. Rather nice sandals, really. They weren't as reflective as the gate, but more like golden silk. He liked them. There were others crowded around him in a little half-circle – he was right in front of the gate. A tan brunet stood in front of him, wearing a white dress, hair tied into two low-hanging pony-tail – tied with two white bows – and wings like his, but they somehow looked more elegant.
"Good. I thought you were never going to wake up," she said, holding out her hand. "Welcome to heaven."
"H-Heaven?" the Brit asked in shock, almost shouting it. "Why the" - They might not like it if I say that – "heck would I be here?"
The girl looked confused for a moment. "Weren't you hit by a moving vehicle? It shattered your ribs and punctured your heart. You were dead on the scene."
"B-but, but," Arthur stuttered, "I can't be dead! Who will care for Peter?" Their parents were dead. All Peter had to care for him was… Me, he completed himself. "I-I can't be dead!"
"A little much to handle?" the girl asked, kneeling down.
"A little much?" He was suddenly infuriated. "A little much? I just died! And you expect me to take that lightly? That's bloody impossible!"
"Calm down, calm down." The girl began to pet him. "You can still protect Peter, you just can't care for him like you used to."
"Wh-whot?" The blonde stood up – mostly because he was tired of looking smaller, but also because he wanted a better view of the place. Not much more could be seen. "And where are all the homes?"
"Don't need them," the brunet explained quickly. "You don't get tired here. And to answer your other question, it will be a question." She paused for – what he assumed to be – effect. "Did you ever hear of a Guardian Angel? We have quite a few up here."
"And… and I may become one?"
"Yep, pretty much~" She held her hand out to him. "I'm Michelle, nice to meet you, Arthur."
A/N: Michelle is Seychelles. I was searching for her human name, found out she didn't have one, but saw that she had Michelle often, so that's what I'm calling her! Hooray human names! (I got spell-check on my regular computer, so I know how to spell it now! Yay!