Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, I just own an unhealthy devotion to France as a nation and its history. English is not my mother language and neither is French, any constructive criticism is appreciated.

Warnings: Constructive criticism doesn't mean hate or gratuitous insults, so please: don't like, don't read.

Heaven, Hell and then Heaven again

A bright light crossed the purple red sky of Hell, so quickly that only the sound of bells trilling at its passage made the demons living in the area aware of a foreign presence in their land.

Way more noticeable was the flock of dark shadows that followed his passage soon after. Five, six, seven… no less than thirteen dark shadows crossed the sky, turning it pitch dark. The delicate jingle of bells left soon room to the howling of damned souls, increasing in volume and dread as more shadows added to the crowd.

Confused voices mixed to the howling, giving and asking information about the trespasser's location and suggesting different ways to get him. All of sudden, a bright light shone right in the middle of the flock, making the demons stop and keen in pain.

"Holy fuck!" One of them cried.

"Holy light you mean!" Countered another. "That blasted angel, this will be the last time he gets his white little feathers here!"

"I don't understand, though." A third demon whined. "How could he aim to the middle of our ranks? He was far ahead..."

"He's a fucking bitch of an angel." The first one snorted, glaring to a blond demon behind him. "Oi, Francis? You saw anything? Must have been right in front of you."

"He was too busy checking our unwanted guest under the skirt of his tunic." A fifth soul butted in, elbowing the blond demon with a knowing smirk on his face."Franny here must want a taste of the rascal, I bet a treat so sweet it's difficult to ignore for someone like him."

The blond demon growled, but he stopped himself before lashing out against his companions. He rose his nose up in the air in an arrogant snort, crossing his arms on his chest. The gesture came naturally, but he couldn't deny that the thick brown plumage that started from his forearms made the position uncomfortable in the long run.

His dark violet eyes glared at the other demons to hide his discomfort, but when he was meant to answer the tease, he just blinked in shock and pointed to a particular spot in the sky.

"He is there!" Francis yelled, showing them something shining to the other side of Hell. "Look how far he already went while you guys were busy chatting!"

All the demons of the group swore each their own signature swearword and then disappeared in the direction of the light, as he stayed behind to keep showing the right direction to the newcomers. When the last dark shadow darted forward, though, rather than following the flock Francis rushed in the opposite direction.

He turned at the corner of a nearby rock and he felt someone jumping on him, his arms tightening around his shoulders.

"Caught you, handsome~"

"What-?" Francis turned to see who it was but, before he could get a visual of the soul tackling him, he felt soft lips brushing against his.

All of sudden, thousands mixed sensations resurfaced from inside him and unfocussed memories tried to flood his mind, despite the spell he had been victim of.

"I missed you so much, love~" The familiar voice cooed, his arms tightening even more around Francis as he tried to deepen the kiss. "You changed, but I'd recognise you among millions of souls."

"Arthur~" Francis moaned inside the kiss, but tried his best not to give in too soon, needing to actually see his assaulter in the eyes to reassure himself that yes, he really was the soul he was searching for. "Give me a moment."

He managed to fly a bit backwards, and allowed himself to take in the appearance of pale angel in front of himself. His white wings were much smaller than his brown ones and much different from the pitch-dark ones of his memories. His eyes were the same as he remembered though, and his blond hair were just few shades clearer than what he remembered. His skin was now as candid as the snow, barely clad by a short white tunic that had little in common with the heavy drapes he used to wear in Hell.

He was at the same time very different and yet so similar to the demon of his memories, that his heart couldn't help but jump in his chest as his mouth turned dry. He was cute, and his smile and stare made him feel like he was the only one there, now just like the first time they had met as demon children.

Yeah, the soul in front of him couldn't be anyone else than his long lost lover.

Long lost… to be fair they had been separated for a limited amount of time all things considered, but Francis was basically missing half of their lives, so for him it honestly felt like hundreds years had gone by since he had lastly seen Arthur.

"I would recognise you among a million demons." Arthur smiled warmly at him, getting closer to thread his fingers in Francis' hair, as delicately as if he was threading silk. "Satan left you the same blonde hair you had when you were an angel~ It's striking in Hell, so it was probably a bold choice on his part, but I can't deny that I always loved your hair so much."

He moved his hand lower to caress his cheek and guide his face closer to his to kiss him again. Francis savoured the kiss with his eyes closed for a moment, sighing and inhaling Arthur's clean and sunny scent. He then opened back his eyes and let himself drown in his lover's ones, staring at the depth of his soul as if he wanted to feed himself through them.

"And you still have the same emerald green eyes you had as a demon~" He offered, feeling a bit unsure about how to go about it. "They might be a bit ambiguous for an angel, but they suit you perfectly."

"Do I?How would you know?" Arthur enquired curiously, unable to stop pecking Francis' lips as his hands moved lower to explore his torso, still as attractive as he remembered despite the light plumage covering it. Everything in his approach said that he desired more than what would be proper, considering that he was meant to be a pure angel and that they were out in the open, shielded by just a rock. "I didn't change since the last time we met, though. That's why I dared to come searching for you, I knew you would recognise me."

"I didn't, to be fair…I don't remember anything." Francis admitted and Arthur froze on the spot, staring at him with shock in his eyes. "My memories from Heaven were wiped out when they turned me back into a demon."

Arthur flew a few inches backwards, leaving some space between them and clutching the hand that had been caressing Francis tight to his chest, as if he had been run through by electricity.

"I'm sorry. I thought you still remembered that, well, that we-"

"Ah well, that I do." Francis chuckled and flew back close to Arthur, to hold him tight and reassure him that touching was fine. "The reason why we got changed into angels is the same reason why I was changed back into a demon."

"Oh, really?" Arthur blinked and then shifted Francis in his arms, so that he could welcome him better in his embrace and allow him to rest his head on his shoulder. "We are recidivists then."

"Yeah." Francis sighed, taking comfort from those familiar arms he had missed so much. "Satan and God believed that being childhood friends was what made us start our tryst, I think, that's why they keep trying to make us forget one another."

"Would make sense." Arthur sighed, taking his chance to inhale deeply Francis' scent.

The delicate perfume of lavender he remembered had left space to the harsh smell of smoke, but it was still a warm and familiar fragrance, more similar to the one of a fireplace in the cold nights rather than the exhaustion fumes permeating their environment. How Francis could manage to still smell so good despite the devastation he was surrounded by was a mystery Arthur could only be glad for.

"They didn't succeed though."

"Yeah. I always felt as if I was missing something really important."

"Me too."

They rested in one another's arms for a while, allowing the other's presence to relax them as they recharged their batteries.

"We need to leave this place." Arthur said eventually. "I won't stand to be a second more without you."

"Hell is closer to Earth, but we would need some time to make a plan."

"For the moment, I just content myself to reach a safe place where I can cuddle you properly." Arthur rose Francis' chin so they could stare at one another again and felt swept away by the intensity of his lover's stare, filled with both dread and love. "God, you are so beautiful… So beautifully mine…"

"Yes." Francis offered his lips to Arthur and the Angel was quick closing the gap and kissing him as deeply as he could. "I'm craving your passion so much Arthur… I wonder if it's just a demon thing."

"I crave your love… but I can't say if it's just an angel thing. I've been feeling like this about you for as long as I remember." Arthur admitted, before smiling at him and taking his hand in his. "Do you know a place?"

"This way will be fine." Francis led Arthur to a nearby cave, void of any comfort imaginable but secluded enough not to be found by eventual passers-by. "I bet it will take to my group at least few more hours before they will discover that I pointed them towards the Hell's sun."

"Such a devilish fiend you are~" Arthur teased, dragging Francis further away from the entrance. "Being a demon suits you very well."

"Just for that?" Francis teased, his finger tracing the neckline of his lover's tunic to uncover his pink nipples, already hard and ready to be touched."Don't I get compliments for blasting a ray of holy light in the middle of our ranks despite being a demon?"

Francis bent to take in his mouth the turgid buds, his tongue taking its time to wet them properly one after the other as his hands teased and tasted his skin, so mind-blowingly soft contrary to his hard one.

"So that was why you all stopped following me." Arthur complimented him, his breath catching in his throat as he felt Francis' soft plumage brushing against his sensitive skin. "You are a genius."

"Yeah." Francis made Arthur sat down on a rock and knelt between his legs, his hands quickly moving to caress his inner thighs. "I wanted to give you a chance to escape."

"You did well." Arthur caressed his head and then moved lower to his cheek as Francis stared up at him, as if asking for permission to go on. "I should be the one giving you a prize."

"I'm going to take my prize with pleasure, if you allow me~"

Arthur's chuckle stopped in his lungs as Francis' hands grabbed a firm hold of his groin, and he licked his lips before nodding, his blood already rushing downwards at the prospective to be once again one with his lover.

Francis offered him a wide grin and swiftly took a hold of his underwear to slide them down, letting Arthur's cock spring free in the open under his hungry stare.

He breathed over the already moist head of Arthur's cock, and then licked it with slow and deliberate flicks of his tongue, ready to have a first taste of what he had dreamed about since he had been turned back into a demon.

He lapped carefully around the slit, savouring the taste of Arthur's thick precum, and groaned at the flavour spreading in his mouth. It wasn't at all the same taste he remembered, but he couldn't deny that the lighter texture well suited his current angelic appearance.

Francis took him fully in his mouth, then, letting the hardening shaft slide on his tongue and down his throat, careful not to choke on it. Arthur answered with a loud groan that echoed inside the empty cavern, getting straight to Francis' dick and arousing him even more.

He his lover's cock slip in and out his mouth, coating it each time with as much saliva as he could, in order to ease the movement past his lips and down his throat. Despite the desire to please himself, Francis kept his busy hands at work on Arthur's thighs, making him moan as his caresses slowly moved lower, dangerously closer to his groin.

He took Arthur's balls in hand and let go of the now stiff shaft to leave soft kisses down its side. He reached the point where his dick met his balls eventually, and licked carefully the soft skin there, making the pale angel in his arms writhe in pleasure as he repeated his name like a mantra. As he took one of his balls in his mouth, rolling it on his tongue while his lips kept it in place, his other hand moved to masturbate Arthur's dick directly, the teasing texture of the scattered feathers on his hand making his lover shiver in delight.

By then, Arthur could do little more than moan, reason why he decided to gather all his strength to push Francis slightly away from his groin. A part of him had no desire at all to follow through, but he knew too well that if they didn't stop the foreplay, he would come way before having the chance to make Francis feel good.

"You really are a little devilish demon… Ahn~" He panted, trying to bring Francis to stand up, so that he could properly kiss him. "I want you so much~"

Francis followed Arthur's lead until they were face to face, and sat astride on his legs to kiss him hardly and deeply, trying to feed the angel in his arms with all the love for him that he could muster. The kiss was much messier than intended, both of them wanting to finally give satisfaction to their hunger and arousal. Their hands roamed free on the other's chest as they scrambled to free more skin from the scanty tunics they wore.

All of sudden, Arthur felt something cold and hard teasing his nipples and moaned loudly inside the kiss, eliciting a similar reaction from his lover. Unable to contain himself any further, Francis took Arthur's hands in his and stood up, bringing the angel up with him.

As Arthur opened back his eyes and stared down at Francis' hand, he noticed for the first time that what the hard coldness he had felt before were his big and sturdy claws. At the thought that those unregistered weapons had been so close to his vitals, he felt a cold shiver of fear running down his spine.

"And here I thought they turned you into a fluffy eaglet. Under all that plumage, you hide a real harpy."

"Trust me, I am very soft~" Francis teased, laying on his back on the cold floor and dragging Arthur over him. "I can be your very comfortable pillow... Just try me, and believe me that you will like it~"

"Since I'm topping, I'm extremely eager to try~" Arthur cooed, putting two digits in his mouth to wet them as much as he could before he slipped his hand between Francis' legs. "I'm not really sure I want to grant you some versatility with those claws, though."

Francis' chuckle turned into a moan, as Arthur's wet fingers finally found their way inside him and started sliding rhythmically in and out of him.

"Trust me~" He breathed out. "I have my techniques~"

Arthur felt the need to contradict his overly confident lover, but his expression, enraptured by pleasure and desire, was too much for him. It stole his breath and all the words he wanted to say away, leaving him to stare at Francis' beauty and to dream that their moment would never come to an end.

His fingers eventually began to slide easily in and out his lover's body as his muscles relaxed, so Arthur tried to up the ante and shissor him properly. His fingers were already too dry, though, so he put them back in his mouth to make them moist again, eliciting an annoyed groan from Francis, who felt uncomfortably empty all of sudden.

"Bear with me for a moment, love, I don't want to hurt you."

"A spell would come in handy at times like this." Francis groaned, making Arthur laugh.

"Hmm..." He attempted to focus on his angel powers to find one that would have the desired effect, but nothing came to his mind. "An angel is meant to keep himself pure, I don't have any decent sex spell... What about you though?"

"I'm a harpy demon, not a succubus or an incubu- uhm... Wait." Francis tried to focus on the palm of his hand and conjured a small grey cloud raining heavily. He crushed it in his fist and tried to mix the fluffy cloud with the rain, turning it easily into a thick grey gel. "I guess this should work."

"You have control over storm and winds..." Arthur reminded himself, as he took some of the lubricant that Francis had produced to feel its texture. "Dating a demon surely has some advantages."

Francis chuckled and spread his legs wider, inviting him to resume his preparation. Arthur had no qualms to start again, and as soon as his fingers were once again inside Francis, he swiftly resumed his job. A moan left his lips at the feeling of his tight muscles clenching around his fingers, as Francis trashed on the floor, expressing his own impatience with short breaths and soft moans of his own.

It soon became unbearable for them both, so Arthur, as soon as Francis felt loose enough to take him, just shifted to a better angle and penetrated him slowly, letting his lover adjust to his every inch.

When he felt that he had gone all the way inside, he allowed Francis few more moments to catch his breath. His face was a mix of desire and discomfort, so Arthur lowered enough to capture his lips in a reassuring kiss. Francis was eager to fall into the kindness he was given, his arms tightening around his neck to keep him in place as he tried to deepen the kiss and get more of it.

More kindness, more comfort, more passion, more love.

Arthur obliged, trying to convey through that fleeting brushing of lips all feelings and all the desire he felt for his lover. Only when he felt him melt like the warm lava of Hell in his arms, he started to move slowly, trying to reassure himself that Francis was really alright before thrusting deeper.

Despite his fears, he was soon encouraged by Francis' soft moans and sighs, so he dared to pick up the pace. Thrust after thrust, his moans became each moment more incoherent, and also Arthur, despite all the restrain he was trying to keep, couldn't help but slamming each time deeper and quicker, completely enraptured by the glorious feelings blossoming inside him.

Desperate to grasp to anything real, Francis tightened his grip on Arthur, sliding his hands down his shoulders. One barely scratched his shoulder blade, whilst the other grabbed Arthur's wing for dear life. The young angel remembered the pleasure of feeling his wings touched and manhandled, but nothing he had ever experienced could rival the intensive pleasure running through his whole body at the moment.

What was amplifying his feelings? The fact that Francis was now a demon, or the despair he had feed himself with all the months they had been apart just to be able to cross the Heaven border and meet again his lover?

Arthur groaned and harshened his movements, unable to contain himself any longer. He laid closer against Francis' soft body, letting his plumage tease him as he felt his hard cock brush against his belly. He nuzzled his neck, taking in deep whiffs of Francis' smoky scent before biting down on his shoulder. The skin broke easily, smearing some tiny droplets of blood on his skin, and thus spreading the same warm and woody taste on his tongue. Francis cried out in pleasure and, as Arthur's teeth breached his skin enough to bruise and draw blood, his claws scratched his back and ruffled his feathers.

It was too much. They loved one another too much.

Being both of the same kind, being an angel or a demon or being neither of them would never change a thing: they would always be drawn to one another's arms. And each time it would be more intense than the previous one, giving them only more reason to stay together despite all odds.

Eventually they both came, Francis wetting the soft plumage on his belly and Arthur emptying himself inside him. Arthur fell boneless over his lover's body and, despite the stickiness of the warm sperm between them, he couldn't deny that Francis wasn't wrong at all: he really made a wonderful pillow.

He was so lost trying to recover from his powerful orgasm that he barely felt Francis' arms moving lower around his waist, holding him tightly close to him.

"I love you, Arthur... I missed all of this so much."

"Yeah... Me too..." Arthur sighed, making himself more comfortable in Francis' arms, as the demon started to pet his blond hair. "I never want to part again."

"What if they catch us, though?" Francis' voice couldn't hide his uncertainty. "Not God nor Satan will accept our relationship."

"We can escape to the human world." Arthur reassured him, still too tired to actually move. "I'm sure we can find a safe place where we can live in peace."

"I would be leaving Hell, but what about you?" Francis swallowed and blushed in embarrassment. "I mean, I don't remember it, but Heaven is supposed to be the best of places, right?"

Arthur rose up his face from Francis' chest just enough to smirk adoringly at his lover.

"Wherever I'm with you is Heaven~"

The end