A/n Sorry the update took so long! Thank you for the few that reviewed, it's what keeps me writing! Here is the next chapter~ I hope you like it! I am still getting back into the groove of writing fiction, so hopefully it'll get better and better. I am not thoroughly checking errors, so if you find any, feel free to point them out!

Chapter Three:

"ARTIE. IT'S YOU!"

Arthur didn't know what was happening, but suddenly he felt lips on his own. He didn't know what to do so he just sat there, eyes wide and heart racing. He could have been thinking a million things at once, or nothing at all, but which, he did not know. Finally the angel pulled away, leaving Arthur to stare at the man in shock, before bringing his first two fingers slowly up to his lips, "Umm... sorry... Do I know you?"

Tears of joy ran down the angel's face, and Arthur did not understand. Why would he have such a reaction? Why... would he do such a thing? "Oh, Artie!" the man declared, taking the Briton in his arms, "Oh, Arthur. It's you. It's really you. God does have mercy. Oh, thank you God! Thank you so very much!"

Arthur finally got his wits together enough to push them man away and stand up, "W-who the bloody hell are you, Angel? Why the hell are you on Earth? And how do you know who I am?" The man threw question after question at him, backing away with each word, almost fearfully, but at the same time very curious.

Alfred tried to stand up, but his legs would hold his weight and he collapsed to the floor on a heap, he stared at the ground sadly for a moment, before looking back at Alfred with still-tearful eyes... "My name is Alfred F. Jones. I a- err... was a messenger of God, and you Arthur Kirkland, are the reason I fell to earth."

Arthur watched as the poor angel struggled to stand on his own... and listened, but did not understand what he was saying. How could he possibly be the reason the Angel fell to earth? Was he trying to blame him for the mess he was in? It wasn't his fault! Arthur's heart began to race and he continued to back away, "I-I... I have to go," he said, racing toward the door.

"WAIT!" Alfred shouted back, tears returning, but this time of... fear? Desperation? Yes... that was definitely it, but why? "ARTHUR PLEASE. I NEED TO SEE YOU AGAIN!"

Arthur's heart raced faster. What was happening? It was all happening to fast, he couldn't take it all in. He couldn't take any of it in! Hell, he didn't even know what there was to take it! If he stayed, he could probably learn more, but he was certain that the guards heard the shouting and would be rushing in any moment, and he didn't want Alfred to ki- err... do that thing he did again and cause him to get hanged for sinful behaviour or anything of the sort, so he continued to rush out... but at the last moment his heart gave in and he turned around, mouthing slowly the words, "I'll be back."

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Arthur paced up and down the small room he had to himself in the servants quarters. It was cold, damp, and he had little more than a hard bed with one blanket, and a small writing desk with a terribly old quill and ink, but he liked it well enough. It was his home. He had a roof over his head and food in his mouth, which was far more than he could ever ask for in times like these. Everyday, he would go about duties (mopping, dusting, tending to the garden, and so forth) whilst trying to be as invisible as possible. He would never speak unless spoken too, never argue, never complain, and never, ever question the Queen. Thanks to this, he life had remained fairly safe and quiet considering the sadistic monstrosity he worked for. At least, that is the way it was until about a week ago, when he found that... angel.

He didn't understand what the Queen's intentions were, but one this was obvious, she was completely mad! He knew he was hurting Alfred, using his blood to bathe in. Which was completely sickening and sinful no doubt. What did she plan on achieving from such actions? Or did they simply... make her happy? In some ways he thought it might be the latter, especially when she decided she could not continue to draw his blood whilst he was unconscious, so she ordered her guards to find some way to wake him. They tried loud noises, throwing him into cold water, throwing him into hot water, whipping him, forcing food in his mouth, forcing water in his mouth, prying his eyelids open, but alas, he still did not wake. They were almost beginning to wonder if he had died, but it was far too obvious he was still breathing with the dramatic rise and fall of his bare stomach.

Arthur's heart ached with the torment they put him through, and so when the Queen announced that she wanted all subjects with an idea of any sort to come try to wake the angel, Arthur did something very out of character. He stepped up, bowed before her, and asked if he may try to wake him... and it worked, apparently, but in all the many possible outcomes he had considered... getting k-kissed was not one of them. Much less being blamed for the blondes descent to earth. How did Alfred know who he was? Had he watched Arthur from the heavens for some bizarre reason? He had behaved as though he had been looking for Arthur for years. He had proclaimed, "God does have mercy!" but why would he say such a thing? It didn't even make sense... as if finding Arthur would ever be a thing to thank God for. Arthur's held felt the it was going to explode. He plopped onto his bed and screamed into the pillow. It felt good letting all the overwhelming emotions and confusion out. It wasn't that he was sad, or angry, or anything of the sort. He just... Didn't. Understand. What. Was. Going. On. and it drove him mad. He always understood at least some of everything that happened in his life. Arthur finished his screaming and made up his mind. He was going to see Alfred and the very next moment he could, and get his questioned answered.

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That moment was three days later, around midnight. Arthur snuck out of his room, bringing with him food and drink, which he bet Alfred would be very pleased to see. His heart was racing, what if he was caught? What would Alfred tell him? Dashing silently through the long dark passage ways that made up the castle, he slipped through a window, and crawled along the outside wall, till he reached the exterior of the Queen's bath. He took a deep breath before tying the small sack of took to his ankle and digging his fingers into the cracks in the large stones that make up the castle was. With one more deep breath, he began to climb up to the small window forty feet above his head. Each climb made his muscles burn and grow shaky, threatening to let him fall. By the time he was halfway up, the middle finger on his right hand was bleeding and he could barely catch his breath. By the time he reached thirty feet, he was crying, involuntary tears blurring his vision, he felt sure he was going to fall, and he cursed himself for being so stupid, but by some miraculous chance, he always found his grip, and made it to the window, slipping inside and dropping into the room.

Alfred was awake, seemingly trying to wrap up his fresh wounds with a towel that was left behind. There was blood all over his hands and the floor and the tattered undergarments they had finally given him to wear. He had obviously been crying, and his lips were raw from being bitten and dry. Worst of all, were his wings. The had become a dull brownish red, and were littered bald spots, the once beautiful feathers torn and sticking out every which ways, if not completely plucked out and stuck to the blood the floor, like a turkey after the slaughter. One look at him could break even the toughest man's heart. Even the regular bright look in his eyes he had seen at their last meeting was gone. "Alfred?" He called out softly, biting back tears.

Alfred spun around, grimacing a little at the pain as one of his cuts began to bleed again, "Artie!" he cried, "I knew it! I knew you would come back!" his eyes looked so hopeful, like with every moment Arthur stood there he was closer to freedom... and Arthur didn't want to give him false hope.

"Alfred... what have they done to you?"

Alfred looked down, pain in his eyes, he fell to his knees, his legs unable to continue supporting his own weight, "She... she's awful, Artie... she just kept cutting... untill the whole bathtub was full. She new I couldn't die... so she just kept cutting..." Alfred's voice was dry and slightly raspy and completely cloaked in horror, but he managed to hold back the tears, "And she was smiling... It was probably the scariest thing I have seen in my whole life... she kept smiling and it grew wider and wider and more evil with even cut she made, every time I screamed..." Alfred began to tremble in the memory, and Arthur couldn't resist. He dropped to the ground next to him and pulling him into a huge hug, stroking his hair as the angel began to sob again.

"Shhh. Alfred. I am so sorry this happened to you. I really am. I wish I could help... but there is nothing I can do. I brought you food and water, however. Can you eat it?"

Alfred's eyes grew wide in delight, "ARTIE, YOU ARE THE GREATEST," he shouted before Arthur quickly shushed him, and he continued in a softer tone, "I was so hungry... I haven't eaten since I got here... of course, I don't need to eat to survive, but it is incredibly painful if I don't... and I really love food."

Arthur smiled slightly, it was amazing that in all of this torment, Alfred could still get excited over something as simple as food. He still looked terribly pained, but there was a bit of the brightness back in his eyes, as if they were happy for anything to look forward too, no matter how small. Arthur pulled back and handed him the basket. Bread, cheese, jerky, and a small apple was all he managed to steal from the kitchens, but he hoped it would be enough. Alfred gobbled down most of his food in seconds, but when he got to the apple, he stopped. Admiring it for a moment. It was bright red with a dull shine across its skin and almost no imperfections. He hesitated, then lifted the apple up to his nose, and took a deep sniff, "Something wrong?" Arthur asked, and Alfred shook his head.

"No! Not at all. It's just... I love apples so much..." He smiled and took a bite, chewing it slowly to savor the flavor, "Thank you so much, Artie. You have no idea how much this means to me..."

Arthur smiled slightly, "I felt like you probably needed it... I had some extra food from dinner... that is all." Alfred smiled slightly in response to this, as if he knew Arthur was lying and found it incredibly... cute, "But I have some questions for you."

"Shoot," the Angel responded, and although Arthur wasn't quite sure what that meant, he listed out the questions.

"Who are you really? Why did you come to earth? How do you know who I am? And most puzzling why do you care?"

Alfred sighed in an almost lovestruck way, and took Arthur's hand, making the Briton blush, "Like I said, my name is Alfred F. Jones, and I used to work for God."

"Used to?" Arthur asked, "Why don't you anymore?"

"Because I broke a very sacred rule..." Alfred answered, with no remorse, "I fell in love with a human I saw from above. I would dream every night of a time I got to meet them, and when God found out, he was outraged, and banished me from the heavens... but I think, God must be a romantic too and took pity on my poor lovestruck heart, because he sent me here."

Arthur did not understand, "Why would you want to come here? This is such an awful place to exist, even if you aren't getting your blood bathed in by the Queen! That sounds more like torture than pity!"

Alfred sighed, he was going to have to spell it out for the man, wasn't he? I wasn't like he would figure out on his own. Alfred didn't think he even wanted too, "Arthur, love. Isn't it obvious? I was banished from heaven because... because... I fell in love with you."

A/n Well, there we go! I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Look forward to an update soon! I wanted to write more, but I am terribly tired, and really wanted to upload today, so it got cut off early! Sorry about that~ Thanks for reading!