A/N I do not own hetalia

Where are your wings little one?" He thought, "Floating in Heaven or rotting in Hell?"

"Neither," a small voice replied. "THey lay broken on my back."

"You only wish." He said, "How do they look? As white as untouched snow or black like the starless sky?"

"Neither," the voice responded, "one lays white with spots of red blood. The other charred black with rays of yellow light."

"you do not know that little one." He jeered. "For your wings are in neither place of rest. You know not where they are."

"No," the voice objected, "for they lay broken on my back."

"A child's prayer." He spat.

"An Angel's answer." the voice stated.

"To you, both are foolish." He laughed. "For you are Fallen."

"No," the voice smiled, "I've simply lost my way."

A brief silence filled the empty space before He broke it." "Where are your wings Little One? How do they look?"

"One resides in paradise, glistening white with scars of red. THe other burns in eternal torment, empty black with hopeful yellow." the voice explained. "But both lay broken on my back."

A/N: Oh my gosh I'm not dead!

Hey guys! I'm back after a HUGE hiatus. So, I have a few stories that are more or less ready to have uninterrupted weekly updates but for some reason I started with the unplanned one XD. This is basically a pet project that started out as something else a few years ago but I forgot what :/ so I made it into a fanfiction so you have any suggestions on where it should go feel free to comment! Also, because I don't have it planned I can't promise steady updates on this one...but I will start another one that's more or less finished so I can do at least something on my profile every week or so.