Sorry for the late and shortish update! Life got in the way and it was either another week or post this as it is now. This is kinda rushed and rough because I wanted to get it in before I left for an Orchestra trip so sorry again for typos and stuff!

It has come to my attention that there have been some readers who don't know what the Sweet Devil AU is. It all comes from a video Nico Nico made that was based off the Miku Hatsune song Sweet Devil. Here's the original video:

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THIS STORY HAS GONE PERMANENTLY M NOW. ENJOY THIS CHAPTER YOU LITTLE PERVS.

When America woke up he was feeling good.

Like really, really good.

Like tummy tingly good.

His mind, as anyone would say was slow at any time of the day, was especially slow in the hour following any nap or deep sleep and could only process one thing at that time. And right now all his mind processed was the fact that he felt really good.

He was wrapped in blankets and he was warm. Now that he thought about it, he was especially warm in some places and it wasn't too bad. There was a word for the intense feelings of just…happiness but he couldn't quite place it yet. No, his mind was preoccupied with all the nice sensations, nice, good sensations. In fact, it was so good that he couldn't help but to let a little noise.

Wait. This was kind of…incredibly good, for morning that is. And wasn't a little too good a little too good? Now that he thought about it there was something…touching him. And someone's body head radiating beside him and…giggling.

America's eye's snapped open and was greeted by the sight of red hair. Scotland? No… "U…hngh-E-Edee?"

"Morning~," green eyes looked up at him. The demon lay on his side, like America, facing the nation and by the looks of it he had kept his promise of-oh God-not wearing clothes.

Oh God, something was touching him, "Ungh-m-morning, E-Edee."

Edee squirmed closer and leaned his head down. His tongue, almost hot to the touch, started to lap at the collarbone before him (how did his shirt and pants come off?), "Mmmm, tasty~"

America could only groan because there was something on his vital regions. Something warm, holding him just right, and stroking. Up, down, up, down. Edee stared back at him with a mischievous, devilish eyes and America was forced to come to terms with the fact that-

Yes, it felt fucking good.

And no, he was NOT going to let this happen.

Before Edee could go any farther, America quickly grabbed the-oh-so-skillful-hands and rolled over, pinning the demon and his arms down.

Edee, to his dismay, did not seem the least bit taken aback. In fact, he was actually smiling-more like smirking-up at America, "So you like to have control? I can handle that."

"What? No! No, I want you to stop!"

The grin fell, "Aww, why not? Am I doing something wrong?" the demon squirmed, his naked body doing all the wrong, very wrong, things to the nation. Thank God he at least had his pajamas on.

"N-no, it's just-well-you only do those kinds of things with the person you like."

Edee's pout turned into a hurt frown, "You don't…like me?"

"No! I mean, the other type of like, you know...," America blushed, "l-love."

"…Fine," Edee whispered. He stopped struggling and lay resignedly back onto the bed, "Just…fine."

America started when he heard a sniffle, "Edee? Are you crying?"

"No," Edee turned his head into the pillows but America could still see the telltale glint in his eyes, "It's just…I'm so hungry. I haven't eaten in so long because I've been saving myself all these years for Acirem."

Now that he really looked, America could see how skinny Edee was, his slightly pronounced ribs and too thin stomach and hips, "How long has it been?"

"About a century. I've just been getting by with a little bit of kissing and touching but that's not healthy for my kind. Not to mention I used up so much of my energy getting here."

"Wait-what does kissing have to do with it?"

Edee leered through his tears, "Why, everything, my dear boy. I'm primarily a Lust demon and I get all my energy from," Edee's eyelids lowered, "lustful things."

America shifted uncomfortably, "Doesn't that make you one of those succub-succker-,"

"Succubae. Incubi. No. That connotes that I either give or take or that I can only enter your dreams. I can assure you that I can go both ways and I can do it anywhere."

"So because you've been…abstinent all this time you've been basically starving?"

"Yes. I suppose that's how you can put it," sigh, "But you don't have to do anything for me, really, I'll be fine."

There was a pause wherein America fidgeted and looked away. What kind of hero would he be if he let someone starve right in front of him? He could just…let him do a few things, just to get some more sustenance. It wasn't like America wanted Edee to do it; it was weird enough that he had the same face and body as England. And it wasn't like Edee was taking advantage of him; he couldn't help it. That was all this was going to be; help.

"Well, if you need to eat…I guess I can help," America looked up shyly.

The effect was immediate, Edee sprang forward and America found himself on his back with a very eager demon on him. He was a rush, kissing every inch of skin that was showing and moving his black-finger-nailed hands everywhere and grabbing and pulling at his clothes so strongly America thought they were going to rip.

Edee certainly was getting intense and though it did feel nice and created an awesome tingly feeling in his stomach, America wasn't really wanting all that intimacy (only France would do that). "H-hey, slow down there, bud," America panted and lightly tried to push him away.

"W-whoa!" America jumped when a hand went for his crotch, "Why don't we stay away from the goods-Mph!"

America was cut off when Edee's mouth descended onto Americas, preventing any coherent sound. The hand on his regions was gone; fortunately, it was distracting enough with just the kiss.

The kiss.

Wow.

America didn't have all that experience with kissing, maybe a few pecks here and there, and the occasional stolen one by a particularly patriotic citizen, but even he knew what he was getting was…amazing. Any objections or words he had to say to Edee were lost as his brain turned off on him. There was no foreplay with the demon; it was straight to the tongue. Warm and wet and twisting and sucking. God, he couldn't even tell whose tongue was in whose mouth. It was sensual, pure and simple, and all America could do was lay back and enjoy the ride.

Edee, of course, wasn't just going to leave it at that.

The demon's hands weren't as quick anymore but dragged along America's sides, scratching with the pressure. Lower and lower. Until even America, still lost in his kiss-induced stupor, could tell what was happening.

America quickly pulled away from the kiss and grabbing Edee's wrists he sat up, "No, no, no! I'm sorry but could you please just leave it to…kissing."

Edee pouted, "Aww, but that leaves out all the fun parts…"

"Only kissing and nothing below here, okay?" America motioned drew an imaginary line at his stomach.

Edee gave a sigh but reluctantly nodded, "I suppose so…"

The demon stared to lean forward and suddenly America backed off, feeling nervous, "W-wait! How much time do we have?"

Edee just smiled and leaned down to give America's lips a small lick, "We've got at least two hours, love; let's make the most of it."

In the morning all thoughts and musings did not happen until England started brushing his teeth. While his body woke up and lumbered to the bathroom to relieve itself, his mind was not fully functioning until he was staring at his thick browed, squinty-eyed, disheveled reflection while cleaning his pearly whites.

Slowly, thoughts trickled through the morning haze. That was a weird dream. The World Meeting was today at noon. America was going to be there…avoid thinking about that. Acirem had not disturbed him through the night. Where was he? He still had that "freebie" didn't he? Well, last night he sure came up with a request that would entertain him far more than America being quiet. If it wasn't so difficult to smile in the morning and while brushing his teeth he would have smirked like no other. The matter involving America was going to have to be dealt with delicately. A small, relatively harmless prank on France, however, would be quite the treat in all of this devilishness.

Quite done with brushing England spat and washed his mouth out and went onto his normal morning routine much more conscious of his actions than before. He was just heading down the stairs, all clothed and looking very snazzy in his military uniform when he was bombarded with the smell of bacon and the sight of Acirem standing in his kitchen.

"What…are you doing?"

"Making breakfast. What does it look like?" England looked and found that it did indeed look like the demon was making breakfast, bacon was sizzling in one pan and scrambled eggs in another. It was a miracle that he hadn't smelled it earlier. His stomach growled at the potent aroma. The organ was so used to rationing, what with the war and all. It had to have been years since he had seen such a feast.

England couldn't stop his tongue from swiping across his lips.

"I'm rationing right now," he said softly.

Acirem shrugged, "I'm a demon specializing in gluttony. I practically pulled this from thin air."

"Will it cost me anything?"

The tail behind Acirem flicked up playfully, "Only for a few beats of your heart."

England frowned; everything had to have a price didn't it? But the food did look amazing…

"Come on," Acirem made a waving motion with his hand and a plate almost overflowing with food floated to the table. England could feel his body being slightly pulled toward the enticing bounty, "I'm getting hungry. Give me a little something to do."

"…Fine," England pulled out the chair and sat down. The plate sat there giving off mouthwatering fumes. England gulped and flexed his right hand, "What about my-,"

Clack. Acirem laid a steaming cup of tea on the table, "-tea."

England's fingers gingerly wrapped around the cup's handle and brought the drink to his face. For a moment the nation stared inside, looking for anything strange then sniffed it. Nothing out of the ordinary. He took a sip-

Dear lord that was good. Earl Grey, with just the right amount of milk, just the right temperature, just the right everything. He didn't care that the moan he gave was almost downright suggestive this was one of the best cups of tea he had ever had in his entire thousand plus years of life. He lost himself in the pure liquid ecstasy, practically tipped the cup all the way back. It seemed only seconds later that the liquid stopped pouring and England stared at the tragically empty cup. He contemplated licking the cup to get every last drop but quickly stopped himself when he caught Acirem staring at him.

England cleared his throat and gently laid the cup down on its saucer, "That was…rather good."

Acirem gave a gracious nod, "Try the food."

Well, if the tea was good… England grabbed the fork and scooped up a mouthful and took a bite. He was not disappointed. It had been a long time since he had such fresh food like this and logic told him that that was probably why everything tasted so good but England's taste buds told him that this was far better than any breakfast, lunch, or dinner he had ever had. If the tea was liquid heaven the eggs were only a more solid form of heaven. The bacon was equally as divine, crisp and juicy and still warm. There where hash browns too, perfectly browned and filling and fruit that England could only compare to the nectar of the mythological Greek gods.

Soon England was shoveling the feast into his mouth as fast as he could. Just one more bite, he kept thinking, but as soon as he the next forkful of eggs reached his mouth he was reaching for another.

Acirem passed unnoticed behind him. The demon stood over him, just a hair's breadth away. All England could feel was a small tickling sensation in his chest that made him pause. The tickling sensation intensified until it was a painful spasm. England dropped the fork and grabbed at his chest but the strange and painful sensation disappeared. The food's spell on him broken h snapped his head around to find Acirem standing directly behind. He cursed himself for becoming so absorbed with the food and not noticing the demon's blatant presence behind him.

"Enjoying your breakfast?" Acirem gave a small smirk, "I'm not surprised. The food of the gluttonous is often so good that nobody can stop eating after the first bite."

"What did you do?" England growled, clutching his shirt even tighter.

Acirem crouched down until he could whisper in England's ear, "This is a give and take process, human, if you expect to take something from me you have to get used to the idea that you have to give a little something."

Acirem's arm reached around England's torso, his hand meeting the one gripping England's chest. Unthinkingly, England let go and the hand dropped into his lap. Acirem's black-nailed finger tips lingered, however, and pressed against the fabric of his shirt. Then England choked back a shriek when the fingers sunk into his chest.

"Breathe," Acirem whispered.

When no pain or bloodstains came, England took in a shaky breath, "Take it out. Take it out."

Unfortunately Acirem did the opposite, his entire hand pressing forward and disappearing into England's chest. The tickling sensation returned and suddenly England knew what it was.

Acirem was touching his heart.

"Oh God. Oh-God-oh-god-oh-God. Stop it! Stop it!" For all his semi-immortality as a country he was not one who fancied death by internally-crushed heart. The mere thought that Acirem was currently touching what made him tick made him queasy.

There was a small hint of pain before Acirem carefully eased his bloodless hand out of England's insides. The moment that England was sure it was all the way out, he got up out of the chair, spun around, and slapped the demon. Acirem didn't flinch from the blow. His face showed no reaction or emotion either, only staring down detachedly at the fuming Englishman before him.

"Never do that again," England breathed, his tingling hand still hanging in the air.

"Unless you want me to take your blood it will have to be this way," Acirem responded coolly, "I'm getting very hungry and I have to eat and I do so by taking every beat of your heart I can get my hands on, whether you like it or not. Do you think it will be a painless, harmless little tap of a wand?" Acirem leaned down and England was suddenly staring right into glowing electric blue eyes, "You humans call us demons for a reason. You of all people should understand Mr. Summoner."

England looked down, yes, he did understand, he read it for Christ sakes. "Now," Acirem took a large step back and motioned toward the food, "Would you like some more to eat?"

"I'm not hungry anymore," England pushed the plate away, "Get this out of my sight."

Acirem snapped his finger and the tea cup disappeared and the plate appeared in his hand. He tossed a piece of bacon into his mouth and chewed on it with his mouth politely closed.

Why…? England rubbed his forehead as he watched the demon eat something that was not still breathing and beating. Why couldn't he have done that before? The nation sighed instead of asking, it was too much effort to inquire. Talking about inquiries-America.

His stomach swooped with unease, "What was it you were saying last night about America? Something about my demon?"

Acirem looked almost as uncomfortable, "Yes, he's being tailed by your demonic counterpart."

Oh bugger, this whole demon business was getting to be so incredibly not worth it… And it had to be a lust demon too of all things; it was as if the universe was mocking him, "Is there anything we can do to fix this?"

"No, not really. He's pretty adamant about being a pest."

England let out a sigh, "Well, I guess we'll just have to hope this demon fellow doesn't do anything to America." At least he would be seeing America at the Allies meeting today and where he could maybe compromise with this demon. If the chap was anything like him then there wouldn't be too much of a problem getting the mess all sorted out. Whatever that mess was.

Acirem looked away and muttered something England couldn't quite hear but had a feeling was something that would not be to his liking.

"What did you say?"

"He is going to do something, if he hasn't already"

There was a moment of silence before-, "What?"

The demon shifted from foot to foot, "A demon can't just do anything when he's summoned to the human world. Just staying here robs us of energy so we have to get energy from somewhere and for those summoned it's usually from those who have summoned us. Like with you and me."

"But that's preposterous! America didn't summon that demon; I was the one who summoned you! England, whatever the other me is called, he must have gotten here himself."

"That's not how it works," Acirem said with a frown of his own (a small one of course, just a little turn of the lips), "Demons have to be summoned to the human world but it doesn't have to be formally, like in your case. We can be pulled here by a verbal call for us or through bloodletting. I think England found an opening through the latter, America must have accidentally cut himself."

England paled, "So America…"

"Accidentally summoned a demon that gets energy by fucking. Yes."

Again England was rendered speechless before his face erupted into a flushed and angry blush, "That's it! No a-ally of mine is going to be assaulted by some sex fiend, be it France or some succubus!" England took off for the door.

"Wait a minute," Acirem quickly blocked his way, "There's no need to go charging into this head first. You'll see them both at this Allies Meeting right?"

"B-but America-,"

"As I said before, if America is anything like me he will handle himself just fine."

"Do not presume that America is anything like you! He is more innocent than you could ever be!"

Acirem frowned, "Well don't assume that he's some toddler. He's a full grown human, right? An adult and you should treat him that way."

England grit his teeth, he obviously wasn't going to get anywhere with this conversation. Damn this demon was just as stubborn as America. This was just getting better and better.

Time to get his mind off of things, "I'll have my free request now or freebie as you call it."

Acirem clasped his hands behind his back, easily permitting the change in topic, "And I am here to give it."

England's confident smirk returned. Though perverted demons was certainly not is forte, cursing and other tomfoolery most certainly was. "Well, since you are so…powerless against this other England fellow-,"

"I am not powerless against him."

"Yes you are, otherwise you would have carried out my earlier request without fail. And here we are."

Acirem's lips twitched but did not open.

"Now," England clapped and rubbed his hands together, "Try not to mess this one up, savy?"

"Don't push it."

England's grin only strengthened, "Let's get down to business, shall we?"

AN: Uuuugggghhhhh this is so rushed…and I wanted to get to the meeting but then this would have taken longer to post :/ Sorry for the kinda repeated end too, really England, you're too cliché…

Yeah….my first M scene…*shrugs* I guess it wasn't that bad.

For all his quietness Acirem sure can give a good paragraph of a speech. Yet another attribute that he shares with America… Haha, for all you people who thought he was creepy before it must be really something to read about him literally touching someone's beating heart XD

Thank you guys for all of your reviews! I unfortunately lost some of them in my email so I didn't get to some of you, sorry! I'll be sure to respond to every single one I get for this one (if it happens, I wouldn't be surprised if some of you lost interest with all the waiting). Review, comment, pm me, ask me questions, bring up mistakes, make suggestions and assumptions, I'm open to anything! Thanks for reading (:

(What is England's plans with France? Think you can guess? All the internet cookies to the one who guesses. I will be very impressed if you get it XD)