A/N: Did you like the brands from the last chapter? *Cough* Pucchi Gucci *Cough* I'm having too much fun. A bit of a dark thing in this, but I want this chapter to be mostly about why Ludwig wants to leave, how his life is & what happens if a demon goes among angels. Yes, something happens.

Plot: in an alternate universe where all of the countries are just angels living on land, and demons rule the underworld, no demon has ever gone into the overworld. Yes, there has been many wars to try and take it from the angels, but it's prohibited for a demon to go into the overworld. The overworld is guarded by impenetrable barriers, and no matter what, that barrier can't be broken. Even so, it's also guarded not just by demons on one side, but by Archangels on the other. Neither side wants the other, and if either go in the other's land, it is punishable by immediate death, or eternal torment, which is worse than death. An angel would have wings cut off and be subject to the worst death imaginable, and a demon would have their horns cut off after it was made visible forcibly, before it'd be grinded down, causing immense pain. The demon would be subject to a pain that no angel would comprehend. This has been law for eternity. No angel has ever had a demon in their world, no demon has ever had an angel in theirs. However, when one of the underworlds highest ranking demons is just too sick of his life, he, for some odd reason, longs to see the overworld. One day, he finally gets that chance when he's picked to be an ambassador for the underworld. He's set to make peace talks with the highest ranking angels of the Overworld, called the "G8", which was a group of the angels that were classed as eight powers. He siezes this chance as soon as he can though. Instead of doing these talks, or meeting them. As soon as he's over the barrier, he runs away from his title. Sadly, he can't forget he's a demon. Even if he wanted them to believe he wasn't a demon, he had wings darker than the night, as if it absorbed all the light, sucking it up and replacing it with nothingness, and of course, those two black horns that sprouted. He was by far, terrifying, but the only good thing about it was he could hide it, and of course, angels hid their wings and halo aswell, as it was bothersome. What happens to this demon as he meets person who takes him in as a brother, hiding it from him, and meets members of the G8 without knowing, and, without knowing, meeting alot of high-ranking angels along the way. What will happen to our demon as he tries to hide who he is? However, it was strange, as demons had never been scared, but he was terrified. He seemed to feel all of the worst emotions, though of course, he wouldn't dare hesitate to kill. This demon didn't just get his title without working for it. He was by far, one of the most feared, well-known demons in the underworld. He was so well known because of how merciless he was, and how sadistically cruel he apparently was. Rumors had always existed about how he'd torture demons to the brink of them begging for death, just to break them apart slowly, and then do unspeakable atrocities to them, but then again, these were just rumors, or were they? This demon seems to be quite strange, but even stranger after he realises what a specific G8 Angel is making him feel, love.. How can a demon deal with love?

Demon!Germany x Angel!Russia | Slight Angel!Italy x Demon!Germany (OneSided) | Angel!France x Angel!England (Established Marriage.)

Names:

Germany = Ludwig

Russia = Ivan Braginski

America = Alfred Jones

England = Arthur Kirkland

France = Francis Bonnefoy

Italy = Feliciano Vargas

Japan = Kiku Honoda

Prussia = Gilbert Beilschmidt

Belarus = Natalia Arlovskaya

Canada = Matthew Williams

China = Yao Wang

Hungary = Elizabeth (Skipping last name for her..)

Warnings so far: heavily implied eating disorder, Coffee and cute, fluffy dogs.

Chapter One - Reasons beyond Reasoning | Ludwig P.O.V

Ludwig let out a small, halfhearted sigh. His giant, jet-black raven-like wings spread widely around him, like a huge, demonic raven trapping it's prey. His terrifyingly intimidating, obsidian-black, long horns sprouted from his head. He didn't mind it, but he knew what it meant. Usually, a demons wings were different colour based on power and how demonic they were. White wings were angels. Grey were for half-breeds, which were killed on birth. Crimson or maroon wings were for the weakest demons. Orangey wings were for semi-medium strengh demons, who weren't fully there. Dark blue were for medium-strengh demons, who usually held jobs of low power, but still power. Dark green wings were for strong demons, who held jobs of power, such as some govermental power in the underworld. Then, there was a wing colour only a few demons had. Black wings were for demons of the highest strengh in the underworld, and those demons ruled the underworld, then, there were his wing colour. The darkest kind, jet-black kind of wings were for the most powerful demons. He was the last remaining demon of that power, as the rest died off due to being too bold in their actions. These kinds of demons were practically the absolute-supreme rulers of the whole underworld, though they usually had one boss. Usually, a demon had small-ish wings, but some had bigger wings, and due to his overwhelming power and strengh, he had massive wings, which proved to be annoying. His horns matched the colour of his wings, as all demons matched. Just because of his wings, he couldn't ever be arrested, nobody except his boss could ever speak to him without permission, and he lived one of the best lifes in the underworld, but he still hated it.

He couldn't help but sink into his lavish, red and black chair as he thought about what was going to happen in the morning.

He sipped on his cup of coffee, he glanced down at it, his small, unhidable smile growing as he fondly looked at it. He'd gotten his drink as a black coffee, and so, he'd gone and added some kaffeesahne to it, whitening it a bit, because he didn't like black coffee. He thought about how his suit was ready in his bedroom, standing tall as if it was already being worn, at a grand event, shining brightly with purity, and his white oxfords just below, as if they were dancing to the rythm of a beautiful melody, almost angelic. He suddently let out a small laugh as he threw the thought out of his head. He smiled, staring at the ceiling as he took a sip of the warm brew, savouring the flavour. Though it was bland, and quite bitter, he liked the almost burning-like sensation it provided, and the energy it would give greatly outweighed the bitter aftertaste it would leave.

He glanced at the ceiling, pondering his mixed thoughts for a while before his mind slowly cleared into a relaxed, calmed state for the first time since he could remember. He let the thoughts slip in as to why he actually wanted to escape the underworld, why he wanted to live among angels. Every ounce in his body slowly burned as he thought about it. Though an angel couldn't sense anything when near a demon, a demon on the otherhand, felt burning on their body whilst just thinking of an angel, and not in a good way. He'd read about what happened when demons were around angels. When a demon went near an angel, they felt sick, and if around one for more than an hour, the burning sensation became unbearable.

The burning sensation was said to be like having been shot in the chest, and the burning feeling would be a throbbing sensation, meaning as soon as you thought the first bit of it was over, you'd be hit by an even stronger, more painful wave of agony. Supposedly, from what he'd read, no demon was around an angel for over seven hours consecutively, mainly because after that mark, the demon would pass out from the pain, and if it persisted, the demon could find it unbearable. However, there was special things for this, and he'd been given around a month's worth of pills (Though he secretly got about 11 months more worth of pills, so he could go a year at least without it.). The pills were supposed to make the pain just go numb, not away. Apparently, the pills would numb the pain, instead just making it feel like you were being injected, but in a bigger area, with a hammer.. Anyhow, it was a bearable pain, it was compared to heartburn in ways, a moderate heartburn.

He then blinked, slowly letting the thoughts leave him as another appeared in his mind. Why? Why did he want to leave..?

He pondered it, and he finally thought about it.

Ever since he was a child, he'd been taught discipline through great pain, and the constant darkness that loomed over the underworld was unbearable for him, whereas all the others would thrive in it, he hated it. All of the demons were so sick, and he couldn't bear it. He didn't fit in and he knew it, he didn't like how the only way to get something was to blackmail another demon or threaten them, he didn't like how there was fights ever damn day and night. He hated it all. He'd heard of the Overworld, how it was filled with such beauty, he'd seen the pictures, and it looked enchanting.

The beautiful flowers and grassy fields, the pure winters that looked like a gentle bed of snow that was evergrowing, and the amazing seas that hugged the lands, it was all so enchanting. The sky was a beautiful, bright blue, which beamed down on the land like a parent that was looking at their child caringly, proud of the great child they'd raised, it was so, it was so.. It was.. It was.. Captivating.. He loved it, and it was just so beautiful. The underworld however, was always so dark, so devoid of colour, and nobody even minded it! Well, Nobody but him.. The overworld was so bright and vibrant with colour and life, whilst his world was devoid of any life, and everything seemed to be dead or disgusting to him, or just barren. Comparing the two, the overworld was like a heaven to him, whereas the underworld was like an eternal prison that he oh-so-desperately seeked an escape from.

He'd thought about what it would be like before, if he escaped. He'd wear clothes that no demon would wear, he'd dress in nice, pure clothing without any disgusted or judging looks from others about it, he'd be free to explore the vast expanse of colour and freedom in it. He would be able to walk around lively streets in cities with only kind looks, or atleast, looks of those who weren't staring in fear, hatred or other things every demon seemed to look at him with nowadays. He'd make a life for himself there, a good life. He'd bake, he enjoyed baking in the underworld, but it had limitations. For instance, he had to bake his sweets in secret in the underworld, but he didn't mind. If he ever got to the overworld, he would bake sweets whenever he wanted, and share them with anyone who wanted some, he'd try and make friends, have a kind and happy life. He'd be a good person. He almost giggled at the childish thought, his mind was beggining to sound holy, as if he really was an angel. Though, he wouldn't mind being one, an angel was so perfect, and so much more free to do what they want, they had a good life. He didn't, atleast, he didn't consider it one. Though all of the demons considered his job a dream job, one of pure power, one which screamed that he was never to be disobeyed, one that if you just glanced at the title of it, would make anything in a 50-foot radius run for their dear life.

He was interrupted by his slowly darkening thoughts by the sound of his grandfather clock, it chimed as it reached a full hour, he glanced over at it. The time on the clock had reached 10:00PM, which confused him. Last he checked, it was six. He glanced at his mug, taking a tiny sip of it, and being a bit caught off-guard when it was freezing cold. He realised he'd been thinking to himself for four hours now, and he knew he had to be up for Nine to get his ride in the special barrier-plane the angels had sent for him. They'd sent over a plane that bypassed the barrier so long as the demons in it had an angel within 15 feet of them. He slowly heaved himself off of his chair, noticing how it took more effort than he'd realised. He glanced down as he heard a small rumble of his stomach, he lifted his shirt, it was deathly thin, but it was somewhat masked by muscle. He sighed, despite the fact he hadn't eaten in ages, and the last time he did, he'd thrown it all back up afterwards, he didn't see any change. He just saw himself as fat still, the muscles mistaken by him for more fat, taunting him on more. He felt his stomach twist up in knots, before he ran to the bathroom, sprinting down a hallway.

He arrived at the bathroom quicker than he thought possible in such a huge house, slamming the door shut, he didn't feel a need to lock it, as the only other living things left were his four hellhounds, and though they looked ready to rip something to shreds, they were just huge gentle giants. He didn't want one running into the room upon seeing him and diving onto him, suffocating him with licks. He suddently got onto his knees, leaning over the toilet in the dark bathroom, before he did what he'd done too many times before, something that was a routine for him nowadays. He knew nobody could have thought he did that, as he brought so much lavish foods, he wasn't questioned. Though, in reality, he mostly just fed it to his dogs, or ate a tiny bit of food and got it out of his system afterwards at the toilet. He let his head stare into the water of the toilet, leaning over it, he repeated the routine, the sounds of gagging coming for a moment, before the almost relieving sound of it coming up. He let it all out, till his stomach was emptied once more, before he got up, washed his hands, tidied himself, and walked up a grand staircase. He walked down a hallway and into his room, his biggest hellhound, called 'Pepper', that was half the size of him, even though he was tall, following. He lay down in the bed, seeing as he was already in evening-wear, he didn't bother swap out of the messy black shirt and boxers he wore, laying on the bed before Pepper lay on him, he didn't bother spare a glance at the dog, it just curled up, and he went to sleep like that in his dark room, dreaming of the day to follow, and trying to figure out how he was gonna pull of the escape.