A/N: Friendship is born from scones obviously

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: Depictions of violence/gore, England being a GOOD baker

Chapter Seven - Friendships from Foes | Ludwig P.O.V

He slowly followed Arthur into the house, feeling a sudden sharp stab of pain as the feeling which was numbed returned to him, and a sharp stinging sensation returned to his leg and parts of his body. He winced at the sudden pain, but tried to hide it, despite the worried glance that Arthur had given him, he wanted to still stay strong through this, after all, he was a demon, not some angel. He slowly followed Arthur into the livingroom, a painful memory of what had occurred there resurfacing, causing him to flinch at the sudden painful reminder of the last time he'd gone in here, having a calm conversation with Arthur about what happened. He'd just asked Arthur about why he lived in the woods, and halfway through Arthur's explaining of why, Francis had stopped them and accused him of being a half-breed.

He slowly sat down in a chair next to Arthur, casting a worried glance at the other man, who seemed equally anxious about it, most likely half because of being close to him, but also because he out of anyone would most likely know why this wasn't the ideal place to bring him. Arthur gave a nervous smile, most likely suddently realising who he was sat next to, flinching slightly before he met his eyes once more, trying to brush off the feeling of dread based on the way he looked at him. Ludwig couldn't blame him though, he was terrified on the inside, and it was taking most of his strengh to keep from trying to run out of there, but he wanted to trust Arthur. Everything Arthur did wasn't for malicious reasons, he'd seen how Arthur looked at him with that sorry expression when he was told to use the spell, and it hurt to see, but he appreciated that someone didn't want to hurt him.

He was suddently pulled out of his thoughts as he heard Arthur give a short, quiet cough, trying to clear the atmosphere probally. His gaze shifted from whatever he'd been looking at to Arthur, who was now looking anxious.

"W-Well.. I'll go get m-my med-dical k-kit.. Then d-do you want m-me to ch-heck your w-wings?" Arthur had stammered out.

Ludwig detected an underlying layer of fear in that sentence, most likely because he didn't want to aggrivate him or cause any negative emotion, which was a good thing to do really, since he wasn't too good at controlling what he did when he got too mad, which was why he always tried to keep calm in all situations, and if someone was trying to make him angry, he'd just walk away calmly, refusing to indulge in the conversation he was having.

"Sure." He said plainly, forcing a small smile onto his face to try and reassure Arthur that he didn't mean any harm.

He could tell it was working somewhat, but it was easy to tell Arthur was still scared of course, though based on all the interactions he had with him, he knew Arthur wouldn't try to harm him whilst checking his wounds. He seemed to be an angel that cared about his patients greatly, perhaps he'd been a great doctor before? He didn't know, but for some odd reason, he knew he felt like he could trust Arthur not to try and hurt him. It was rather strange though, as he'd never actually trusted anyone before, other than his boss.

He watched as Arthur nervously got out of his seat and walked out of the room, going down to a basement, most likely to get a First-aid kit he'd seen there when he woke up down there. He glanced around the room, noticing how nice the furniture was. He saw a painting of a vast land which looked rich in greenery, and a person wearing a funny hat with some nice clothes on. It looked odd, but somehow nice, as if the person was meant to be there dressed like that. He was a bit confused as to where the more aggressive out of the two was though. Francis was usually near Arthur, but he wasn't going to dwell on that, as to try and not jynx him into returning.

He suddently blinked out of his thoughts as Arthur returned to the room holding a large green and red medical kit. He smiled at him with a reassuring smile, as to try and tell him that he wasn't going to do anything, but really, at this point, Ludwig didn't believe he was going to harm him anyway. If he wanted to hurt him, he'd have done it by now, and it wouldn't hurt to try and trust the man who was going to try and help him.

"Alright, I need you to stand up, is that okay?" Arthur asked, sitting on the sofa and opening the green and red case, which on the inside had a large variety of different medical things and some tonics for reasons unknown to him.

He nodded indifferently, getting up with a slight limp, not really knowing what to do, he looked at Arthur waiting to know what to do next, Arthur glanced at his supplies, then looked back at him with a serious expression.

"I need you to show me your wings, I can check if they're damaged. However, seeing as you haven't flown away, I bet they are." Arthur said, half of the order to him, half of it just Arthur speaking to himself, Ludwig wasn't sure, but thought that Arthur was quite odd.

He nodded slightly, before letting his wings glide into visibility, the room going slightly darker as giant, jet-black wings spread out behind him. He saw Arthur flinch as he did, and was slightly nervous, not sure if Arthur was still going to help him after seeing. One wing was curled up a bit in an odd way, and Arthur looked at with concern.

He watched as Arthur took a book out of the kit, opening it, he flinched. This was the same book that caused his wings to go out, was he going to kill him? Oh no. He felt his heart begin to pound again, but Arthur looked at him with a wary smile one more time, as if he was a parent taking their child to the first day of school, trying to tell them that it was going to be fine. It made a bitter smile form on his face at the thought whilst Arthur looked at his wing.

"Can you move your wings?" Arthur finally asked, after staring at them with a concerned gaze.

"I can only move one, the curled up wing won't move. " Ludwig said after a long pause, debating whether or not to trust Arthur with the information for once.

Arthur gave him a concerned look, checking something in the book before gazing back up at him with an unsure glance.

"I'm going to try and use a spell on it, just to check if it's broken, alright?" Arthur asked, waiting for confirmation before he dared to utter the words in his spellbook.

Ludwig flinched, but decided that it was in his best intrest to trust Arthur with the spell, he of all people knew how strong those spells were, and besides, he could easily be debilitated if he denied it, so it was just worth accepting it this one time.

".. Okay." Ludwig finally managed to say, confirming Arthur's request.

He watched as Arthur flipped through the pages in his spellbook before finally reaching the page he wanted. Arthur's gaze scanned the lines, before he took a step back, staring at the words, Ludwig stayed still, not wanting to move whilst the spell was cast. He waited for Arthur to recite the spell which he had in his book, a nervous lump in his throat, he was just able to ignore how his heart was beggining to pound in his chest with anxiety and fear, but he tried his best to hide it and stay strong, it was in his best intrest to after all, so he just stood there, waiting.

"Ego Contra daemones salutem." Arthur said in clear, definitive words which Ludwig couldn't understand.

A light went around Ludwigs wings, before Arthur's eyes lit up a glowing green, and Arthur let out a dissapointed sigh before it quickly went away.

"One of the wings are broken." Arthur said plainly, a bitter frown forming on his face as he threw the spellbook down.

"Can you heal it?" Ludwig quickly asked, desperation in his eyes as he glanced at the spellbook.

"No, that needs to heal on it's own. Best you can do is keep your wings out, bandage the broken one, and don't try and use it for about a month." Arthur said, a slight frown on his face as his thick eyebrows furrowed.

Ludwig let out a small sigh at it, this was what he'd expected when he was in the woods, he knew it'd take atleast a month, and now his suspicions were correct, but the problem was, he could not keep his wings out with angels around.

"How do you expect me to keep my wings out with Angels around?" Ludwig questioned, raising an eyebrow at him in disbelief, suddently finding the idea Ludicrous.

He heard Arthur sigh, before he took banadages out of his Medical case, he walked up to Ludwig, and without asking, began wrapping up the wing in it.

"Well, you're welcome to stay here, or if you have somewhere to stay, you can go there. That, or you can go home to the underworld if you want." Arthur suggested thoughtfully.

Ludwig immediately tensed.

"I'm not going to the underworld." Ludwig suddently said in a firm voice, glaring at Arthur, who suddently froze and flinched back in fear.

Ludwig quickly shook his head, frowning slightly, before Arthur slowly resumed wrapping up his wing, finally finishing before he quickly backed away from him, giving him space.

"Why not?" Arthur asked curiously, obviously wanting to know why a demon wouldn't want to go there.

"Personal reasons." Ludwig stated plainly, obviously not wanting to explain further to Arthur as to why, he just hoped Arthur caught wind of it.

Arthur gave Ludwig an understanding nod, thankfully knowing not to delve further or push Ludwig about it.

"Now, I'm going to bandage the other wing, alright?" Arthur asked, not really looking for a response as he moved to the next wing.

"Why?" Ludwig asked, confused as to why he'd do that to a perfectly fine wing.

"Well, if they're both banadaged, you can't see the black. To the other angels, It'll look like you're just another angel, just with damaged wings that are healing. Simple." Arthur said with a smart smile, causing Ludwig to smile back at the others kindness, kindness which he couldn't understand.

He watched as Arthur bandaged up the wings, thanking him silently for not touching the wings with his bare hands, sparing him from another painful sensation. He watched the wings become bandaged up till he couldn't see a spec of his black wings, before Arthur tied a piece in with the final piece of white bandage cloth. Arthur then took a few steps back, closing up the Medical kit and putting it on a high-up shelf in the livingroom along with his book, before he turned back to Ludwig.

".. Hey, Where is Francis..? " Ludwig finally asked, swallowing another lump in his throat again as he glanced cautiously at his newfound trusted friend. Was he a friend? Maybe, Maybe not. He could say trusted associate. He supposed that'd to to call him a friend though, so decided to call him a friend, however, he was quickly interrupted from his thoughts.

"He's out hunting fo-.. Oh no." Arthur cut himself off, his eyes widening with realization at the sudden thought which Ludwig couldn't understand.

"Hunting for what..?" Ludwig slowly asked, his heart beggining to pound in his chest once more.

".. . He's out with the others.. Hunting for the demon.. " Arthur said after a long pause, causing Ludwig's eyes to widen, but also causing a curious thought to rise in him.

"What others..?" Ludwig asked cautiously, looking Arthur up and down, trying to find a sign of what he meant.

".. Out of us, we sent out 6 people in t-the G8.. T-To hunt you down.." Arthur stammered, he knew Ludwig would understand what it meant.

Ludwig went pale, frozen in fear at this newfound information, before he started to visibly shake, trying to calm himself.

".. Ludwig? Are you alright..?" Arthur asked hesitantly, stepping closer to him.

He looked up at him, but he didn't see Arthur, he saw some other person, he saw him. He didn't want to see him. Why was he here? No. No. Nononono. Not again. He wasn't going to let this happen, why would he be here? Oh no.

"Ludwig?" He heard the voice of the person in almost Arthurs voice, but it sounded so sick and twisted to Ludwig.

He stepped back in absolute horror, eyes wide and skin pale in terror, and suddently, looking around, everything was spinning, he felt weak again. No, not again. His skin started to feel like it was melting off of him, his eyes wide in pain and horror as he stared at the figure in fear.

" Nein! Geh weg von mir!" He screamed in horror as the figure took a step forward to him, it's wicked smile plastering its face again, ready to kill him. He felt tears start to burn at his skin as he saw it approach him, and a slight flood of relief as it took a step backwards, smiling sickly.

"LUDWIG!" The voice yelled, snapping him out of it. He saw Arthur, it was Arthur! He'd never been more glad to see an angel in his entire life.

He leaned against the wall, sinking to his feet as the tears fell. He stared up at Arthur in shock, before beggining to shake, his heart was pounding rapidly in fear, his legs felt too weak, his head was throbbing with a headache that had developed too quickly, and he was shivering in fear. He stared up at Arthur, relief flooding into him as he realised that the figure he saw wasn't there. He was still safe? It was just Arthur.

"Arthur.." Ludwig choked out, trying to convince himself it was just Arthur, he watched Arthur relax for a moment, before rushing over.

"What just happened, Ludwig?" Arthur said with furrowed brows, standing crouched at his side.

".. I don't know .. " Ludwig slowly mumbled out, just loud enough for Arthur to understand. He slowly tried to force the tears down as he began to calm himself down, every second drifting back into a calming reality.

Arthur stood up, before grabbing his hand, but it didn't hurt too much. He grabbed onto it with all his strengh, and was pulled to his feet by Arthur, he then let go before slowing his breathing back to a normal rate, calming down. After about 3 minutes of it, he looked up at Arthur, calmed once more, and saw a bit of concern, but also relief in his eyes, most likely because Ludwig must've looked as if he'd attack him.

"Sorry, Arthur.." Ludwig started, trying to apologise for his random outburst, he didn't want Arthur to think he was angry at him or some other thing, but based on Arthurs smile, he knew that Arthur didn't mind.

"It's fine, do you need anything, Ludwig?" Arthur suddently asked after confirming Ludwig's thoughts, seemingly trying to be polite.

Ludwig thought for a moment, before shaking his head casually at Arthur, noticing his small frown, which quickly turned into a smile.

"Well then, I'll get you some scones I made. You must be hungry." Arthur said politely, walking off into the Kitchen, leaving Ludwig alone on the Livingroom couch with his thoughts.

Ludwig closed his eyes for a moment, just taking it all in. Even though he'd gone through horrifying things, he couldn't help but feel it was all worth it when he finally got a moment to just take in everything. The kindness of everyone, how friendly they all are, how vibrant with life everything is. He smiled warmly to himself at the lovely thoughts. He gently opened his eyes as he heard footsteps, seeing Arthur return into the room with a friendly smile, which he returned. Arthur placed down a plate of scones. He watched as Arthur picked up one of the scones, taking a small bite of it before motioning for him to have a scone too.

He gulped, but let a small smile appear on his face as he picked up a small, well-baked scone from the plate. He bit into the scone, suddently washing his mouth with the mesmerizing taste of delicious fresh pastries, warming his throat with a beautiful buttery, light taste. It was quite amazing, and he bet that Arthur could tell his suprise, because Arthur was now smirking. Ludwig calmed down his expression, and after a few more of those amazing scones, he finally felt it was right to start talking again. He felt a question burn in his mind, and decided to take it off the back-burner, bringing it forth into words.

"What happens if the others return?" He finally said after swallowing the last bite of the lushious pastry, looking at Arthur with a small, expressionless facade.

"I can talk to Francis about it, all you need to do is not let anyone know who you are." Arthur said with a small, hopeful smile.

Ludwig thought to himself about how he looked, his hair was most likely down at the moment, and there was likely bruises on him and other things, but he didn't mind. He'd most likely just improvise on anything they asked him about, he had a list of rational explanations as to how he got those injuries in the woods after all, so he wasn't too concerned.

".. When do you think they'll return?" Ludwig said after a thoughtful pause, taking his time to process the information he'd been told, glancing at Arthur with clouded, sky blue eyes.

"Well, I doubt it'll be long." Arthur said with a small shrug, looking at him with a dumbfounded expression.

"Alright." Ludwig finally said, before looking at Arthur again, he seemed to have something on his mind, but Ludwig couldn't understand what.

"Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?" Arthur said slowly, allowing him time to take in the question.

Ludwig thought for a moment, but he knew that after all of this, he'd trust the man.

"Ask away." He said calmly, keeping up his blank-expressioned facade.

He saw Arthur's face light up at the confirmation that he could ask him questions, but wasn't sure why, though he guessed it was because Arthur was curious about some things. Ludwig felt it was easier to just go and answer his questions whilst waiting rather than leave himself to his own thoughts, and he smiled. This was going to be quite the questioning.