A/N: I don't think that was a very majestic fall..

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 for chapter: Somewhat depicts injuries. Bickering of a married couple.

Chapter Four - Let us help you | 3rd Person P.O.V

"Come on, you frog! You promised tonight we'd get to look at the stars!" Arthur yelled, smiling childishly at the man with long, messy blonde hair who was running behind him, trying to catch his breath.

"Mon Amour, why is it so far into the woods?" Francis asked with a pout, catching up to Arthur and giving him a tired hug.

"Because, Francis, it's the best spot to see them, besides, you really can't complain, you frog. We live in the woods anyway! We're about to reach it!" Arthur said with a huge smile, running off ahead, causing Francis to sigh.

Francis watched his lover run off ahead, eagerly trying to reach the perfect spot he'd found a week ago. He remembered how Arthur had run home so excitedly, screaming to him about how there was an amazing spot they just had to visit. They had planned to visit it the following saturday, as that's when Francis had his break begin. From saturday onwards, Francis would have a few weeks without having to do anything business-related, nor would Arthur. He watched as Arthur's glowing halo dissapeared over the hill, smiling to himself smugly as he continued on, thinking about his love.

Francis was rudely interrupted as he heard a blood-curdling scream erupt from over the hill, and immediately, before he thought to run, he was already doing so, sprinting to the sound of his lover's scream, which sounded horrified. He finally reached over the hill, gasping to catch his breath, he touched Arthur on the shoulder. Arthur looked at him, horrified.

"Francis, Look.." He said in a horrified, quiet squeak, pointing forwards.

Francis's gaze shifted to infront of them, before widening in shock as he realised what Arthur had been pointing towards. There, infront of them, in the spot they'd found, was a crater in the ground. In the centre of it, they saw an angel, unconcious and lying in a huge pool of blood. He let out a horrified gasp at the sight, covering Arthurs eyes.

"You're too young to see this, Arthur!" Francis said quickly, before having his hands smacked away from Arthur's eyes.

"But not too young to see you in bed, Francis?" Arthur Protested, causing Francis to go pink, but before Francis could respond, Arthur had leaped into the crater, running towards the unconcious angel.

"Oh god.. Francis! Get over here and help me! We're going to have to carry him!" He heard Arthur yell in a horrified sort of tone.

Francis suddently realised what was happening, and his eyes quickly scanned over the crater. There was blood everywhere, and in the moonlight, the angel was covered in blood. He didn't hesitate after realising what happened, leaping into the crater and quickly making his way to the two angels.

"How are we going to carry him..?" Arthur asked himself, seemingly not looking for a response from Francis.

"My love, Are you forgetting about Moi?" Francis smirked, crouching down.

Arthur's eyes snapped up, realization hitting him before he facepalmed, stepping back with an annoyed expression as Francis easily lifted the Angel, carrying him bridal style, like how he'd carried Arthur a day ago when Arthur hurt his knee (Despite the fact Arthur said he was fine and he could walk on his own..). Arthur cast a slightly annoyed pout in Francis's direction, even though Francis carried everyone like that, as it was in his words, easier, it still annoyed Arthur to see his husband carrying people like that.

"Aww, What's wrong Artie?~, Jealous?" Francis said teasingly, seemingly forgetting that he was carrying someone covered in blood and unconcious.

"Like I'd be jealous, Frog! Come on. We're going home, I have stuff for the angel there." Arthur responded with an irritated tone, glaring daggers at him before they left the crater.

They began to walk back to their house, which was in the middle of a lovely woods, due to the fact they loved the peace and quiet isolation, well, each for different reasons though.

"Hey, Francis.. What do you think happened to him..?" Arthur finally piped in after a while of silence.

".. I don't know, Mon amour. Maybe he fell?" Francis suggested, glancing at his loved one.

"That's plausible, Francis, but it doesn't explain why. I mean, you can always just open your wings and fly, can't you?" Arthur interjected, looking conerned.

".. Arthur .. Mon amour.. What if something happened to his wings?" Francis slowly said, carefully selecting each word for once.

Arthur went silent. It was a plausible thing, and the angel's wings hadn't even been seen by either of them, perhaps something may have happened? But what? And what could have caused him to be so badly injured? He was concerned about this.

They walked in silence for the rest of the way back, neither wanting to interrupt the silence that they'd caused by that question which didn't have an answer.

Arthur P.O.V

Arthur arrived at the house, unlocking the doors as worry made itself known within him. He glanced at Francis, who was still holding the Unconcious angel.

"Shall we put him in the guest bedroom, Arthur?" Francis said, smiling lightly at him.

".. No. We'll put him in the basement, It's got a lock on it and I can't risk him escaping before we can help him." Arthur said sternly.

Francis looked at him with a confused look, before smirking.

"So.. We're keeping him as our unwilling prisoner and keeping him locked in our basement against his will~?" Francis said with a sly smirk, eyeing Arthur as he suddently blushed.

".. Don't take it out of Context, Francis. You know how angels get when hurt." Arthur said seriously, causing Francis's normally joking attitude to stop.

"... How do they get..?" Francis finally asked, walking down the stairs to the basement.

"You don't know? You're a stupid frog." Arthur said with a suprised expression, causing Francis to chuckle.

"I've seen injured ones, when they wake up they'll attack anything in confusion. It's scary to be honest, they'll try and fly as far as they can to their home, but it injures them even more. Even if he wants to leave, I'm not letting this one get away without making sure they're completely fine." Arthur said with a sad smile.

He noticed how Francis stopped questioning, obviously catching onto what he meant. Arthur had seen angels injured and injure themselves trying to leave before, even though they needed the help.

"Hmm.. Francis, don't you dare take this out of context either. Go get the rope from the garage. We're going to tie him up." Arthur said with a straight face.

Francis's eyes widened as he held in laughter, smirking at his lover.

"Are you sure you don't need therapy anymore, Arthur?" Francis smirked at him, causing Arthur to sigh.

"Nope, But I'm not about to have another angel harm themselves whilst I'm around." Arthur said with a heavy sigh, dampening the mood.

He watched Francis carefully put the angel down, leaning them on a wall in the basement before leaving to get rope.

"What happened to you.." He murmured to himself.

he began walking over to a wall in his basement and getting a spare medical kit from one of the shelves. He picked it up, walking back over to the angel and placing it down next to them. He crouched over, opening the medical kit before getting an alcohol-free wipe out of it, wiping the areas of skin that seemed to be where cuts were (which were alot.). After he'd wiped down all of the areas where blood was coming from, he put some non-adhesive pads with bandages all over where cuts were, and then he stood back to see how it looked. He froze as he saw the angel was covered nearly completely in bandages. The only areas which weren't was the face, where he'd just put a large plaster on one cheek to cover a wound.

Francis then walked back in with a large ammount of rope, letting out a small gasp at the sight of the angel bandaged up so well, Arthur closed up the Medical kit and put it away whilst he heard Francis walk up to the angel and begin to tie him up with the rope.

"Where do I tie?" Francis said questioningly, waiting for Arthur to take the lead.

"Tie the hands behind his back, his feet need to be tied too. Make sure to add some extra rope to make sure he doesn't get out with his hands unbound." Arthur said cautiously, watching as Francis followed his instructions without questioning it, taking him seriously, which was a rare occasion.

Francis eventually finished tying up the angel in a way where it wouldn't get out, since francis was horrible at tying, they'd opted to tie the angel to one of the support beams in the basement, seeing as it was easier. It worked well, and Arthur believed that if anything, it'd make it twice, no, four times more difficult to get out of. He didn't want another Angel getting hurt, and even though what he was doing seemed to be horrible, it was the only way to stop him hurting himself, even in a hospital, they'd keep the Angel bound at first, only unbounding them once the angel was leaving, as an angel with any injuries would be horrible and could seriously damage those around it without knowing, he didn't want that.

"Alright, That'll do Francis." Arthur said nonchalantly as he put a hand on Francis's shoulder, causing Francis to stand up and smile at him, before following him up the staircase.

Once at the top of the staircase, they decided it was best to lock the door to the basement, after all, it was just incase the angel got out.

He sighed to himself, him and Francis had some food before they both decided to go to bed, seeing as it just wasn't a good idea to stay up, they'd deal with the angel in the morning, as it'd probally wake up then, they could talk to it and check it's wings. It'd only be for the best. Ask anyone, he'd say it was for the best! He sighed, he'd get his answers in the morning.