Chapter One:

What?

Quackity stood up. He had work he needed to get to. Pages and pages of paperwork to finalize for Las Nevadas. His country. His beautiful, big country. Not anyone else's, his, and only his.

He had so much paperwork to do and the stack never seemed to thin. Quackity looked around his office and sighed. He picked his pen back up and grabbed a paper, skimming through, then signed. He continued this process until it became harder to see, and he heard a knock at the door.

"Come in," he said, turning on his desk-lamp. "I've brought more paperwork, Quackity from Las Nevadas," Quackity sighed as Slimecicle set down another stack of papers. "Thank you Slime."

"Of course, Quackity from Las Nevadas, also you have a visitor. Should I let him in?" Quackity is surprised, who would want to visit him? Quackity nodded to Slime and he opened the door.

Quackitys nose tickled from a familiar smell of cigarettes and alcohol. Quackitys face fell as that arrogant idiot walked in -illegally he might add- and smiled like an idiot who has no idea he's not supposed to be there. But he does know. Quackity has made it perfectly clear he's not welcome.

"Wilbur," Quackity grumbed. "Quackity!" Wilbur responded cheerfully. "How are yo-" "What are you doing here?" Quackity interrupts. Wilburs face fell in pretended dismay, "What, can I not visit a friend?"

Quackity sighed , "If that friend lives in Las Nevadas, then no. You're not allowed here." Wilbur's face actually fell this time, surprising Quackity. Wilbur is silent for a while and Quackity goes back to his paperwork.

"Quackity," Wilbur said quietly. Quackity looked up, annoyance clear on his face. Wilbur smirked . Quackity twitched in anger.

Wilburs eyes widen in surprise at the way Quackity's clothes move with the twitch. It's not natural for the human body to move that way. "What was that?" Wilbur asked. "What was what?" Quackity questioned right back at him and immediately looked down at the paperwork he's been skimming through and sighed another paper.

Wilbur rolled his eyes. "You know what, Quackity. And don't try to pretend that you don't. I can tell by your reaction you know exactly what I'm talking about."

Quackity continued to skim through the paperwork. He tried to ignore Wilbur until he slammed his hand on the desk. Quackity jumped in surprise and looked up. "Don't ignore me. What was that?"

Quackity sighed as he spent a few seconds deciding whether he should tell him. "Quackity," Wilbur said, impatience firm in his voice . "Fine," Quackity said, standing up. He started to unbutton his shirt.

Wilbur blushed and looked away. "W-What the hell are you doing!?" Wilbur exclaimed. "Showing you, but you're right you should probably close your eyes." Quackity responded nonchalantly. Wilbur closed his eyes and turned around.

He heard the shuffling of Quackity taking off his shirt. After a few seconds he heard, "You can open your eyes now." Wilbur opened his eyes like told to and turned back around. His eyes widen at what he sees.

Two golden wings… They were beautiful and perfect. But clearly not taken care of well. Wilbur winced at the sight of the bent feathers. Some were very clearly loose. He took a step forward, reaching his hand out and looking at Quackity for permission. He nodded and Wilbur moved his finger along them.

"You don't take care of them very often do you?" Wilbur asked, not taking his eyes away from Quackity's wings. "I never knew how," Quackity responded.

Wilbur is silent for a few seconds then, "May I?" Quackity glanced back and nodded.