Do angels have wings, Arthur?

"It hurts... Please, stop..." Bleeding lips pleaded with barely audible whispers.

"Hush, my sweet, and eat your dinner." Another piece of flesh shoved against lips who lost the fight long ago.

"I... don't want.. to..." Though he said that, it didn't stop him from parting his lips and allowing the piece to fall into his mouth.

"I know, but I cooked it for you." Slowly he chewed the meat in his mouth. He barely could register the pain anymore.

"Hnng..." He gave a small groan as he swallowed. He should be disgusted with his own flesh sliding down his throat, but it actually tasted... good...

"My little sunflower, I'm going to take a few more pieces." A scream was suddenly ripped from his throat as Ivan peeled pieces of flesh straight from his body and put them upon a small grill beside them.

"Hush now, darling. It'll be finished in a minute." The smell was delicious and he couldn't help his mouth from watering while waiting for the meat to be finished.

"I-Ivan, please..." He kept begging, yet he knew he wasn't going to be released. He knew that if he didn't bleed to death first, he was going to eat himself alive.

"There we are!~ Here, say ah.~" A slice of his leg placed against his lips and he opened. It tasted like roasted pork. So... delicious. There was something addicting about it.

"There we are! It's yummy, right? I enjoyed it so much when I took it upon myself to make my heart stop falling out. Now it's safe inside my stomach!~" Alfred could barely register his words. He was barely registering anything now.

"Do angles have wings, Arthur?" Alfred asked one day when England was visiting him.

"What? Where did that come from, my boy?" Was the response he was given.

"I saw a picture of an angel who had no wings..." He gazed up at his guardian.

"My boy, Alfred, angels might not have any wings but it won't matter." Arthur told him.

"Why?"

"You'll understand when you're older, my boy."

"I get... it now..." He mumbled barely able to speak.

"Get what?"

"It... won't matter... because you'll... be dead..." Alfred mumbled. Somehow he registered the door bursting open.

"It's going to be okay, Alfred, it's going to be okay." Someone whispered in his ear. After that he blacked out...