An Angel isn't just born an Angel.

It's a well know fact that they are chosen from what they do in there life's.

Ether they're good or bad.

An Angel or Devil.

That parts simple. The hard parts the training.

Yep. Training.

After being chosen, you don't just magically know the rules, duties and responsibilities of being an angel!

Being a Angel is hard work! You need to work for it!

Plus, you have no choice you're chosen; You will become a white winged being.

So, there he was. Wearing nothing but a toga, sandals and gold cuffs, outside a pub somewhere in London, England.

His own bloody city. Capital, even!

Arthur Kirkland, England, The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland

was a Angel.

Fucking fabulous.

Scotland slammed the glass to the counter, pulling out a- Scottish- ten pound note, sliding it under, the now empty, shot glass.

Staggering from his seat to the door, blocking the ruckus behind him, Like hell he hadn't paid enough! He didn't have that much to drink!
Probably.

Anywho, back to the bar-

"I paid th' rite amount, ya' buggers! I'm done for the night!" And with that, he ripped the door open and left the grim place; God did he wish he hadn't.

England, his little brother, was outside the door. In his toga. Was his economy that bad? Bad enough for him to become a stripper?

I blame France. And America.

"Iggy, What are you-?"
"Fuck, Scotland! W-What are you doing here? I thought Wales was keeping an eye on you?" England's face turned red, He'd made sure nobody would have seen him like this! How could this happen?

"England...-" Hic. "I always knew ye' were queer." The elder blankly answered.

I OWN NOTHING~!

Hetalia: Axis Powers belongs to Himaruya Hidekaz

This was based on a RP with a friend, she wanted to me to write it up, so here it is~!
This is only a short chapter, because its almost 2am right now. ;_;

Meh.

IggyKitty OUT~!