Chapter 11: Angels 6

A/N: Guys, guys guys! I'm not failing history yet!

...yet….

I don't own Hetalia~

Arthur's angel was tugged through the snowy downfall. "Where are we going?"

"You'll see~" Alfred D. sang. His eyes glinted with glee that worried Arthur. He followed dutifully behind keeping vigilant to any trap the demon may have set only to have a double take at the scene he came to.

A small fire was nestled in a secluded area of the park with blankets laid on top of the snow. Arthur knew, and knew full well, that the fire was fake and would do nothing to stop the biting cold. but his voice was lost on idea from the demon. He looked into the depth of the fire and lost himself in pondering the demon who was the cause of this.

"You don't like it." Alfred interrupted the angel's thought process. Arthur looked up at the demon and felt his heartstrings being tugged. Alfred looked like a puppy waiting to be allowed inside on a rainy night. His sky blue eyes examining Arthur for any sign of disapproval. "If you don't like it then just say-"

"What is all this?" Arthur whispered.

"Huh?" Alfred stuttered then laughed awkwardly. "I knew there'd be a problem every now and then, with different cultures and all, but I was certain this would be clear as day."

"I know what it is." Arthur said. "It's blankets around a fake fire. But what is it?"

"I don't know about you but…" Alfred trailed slightly. "I'm getting the feeling that we'll be together for a while. So a little 'get-to-know-you' time isn't going to kill anybody."

"'Get-to-know-you' time?" Arthur repeated rather dumbly.

"Look if you don't want to just say so." The demon said (with a blush?!).

"It's...it's fine but...why?"

"Because I want to get to know you." Alfred said. "Your demon's a freak and I can't really talk to the human."

"You could not talk to us at all."

"No!" Alfred said hastily.

"Well why not?" Arthur asked. "I thought a demon would rather stay silent than talk to an angel."

"Well isn't it good that I'm not just 'a demon'." said Alfred slightly miffed.

"I didn't mean-" Arthur tried.

"No, I get it, you feather-wings are just more stereotypical than I thought."

"Excuse me? I meant no disrespect I was simply clarifying a confusion."

"Then can we both admit to being jerks and just start this date already?!" Alfred yelled.

"D-date?"

"...crap, no that's not what this is. I mean, I want it to be but if that's uncomfortable for you it can just be two guys hanging out and stuff-"

"What's your favorite color?" Arthur cut him off.

"My...what?"

"Favorite color. You want us to get to know each other, don't you?"

"Like...a date?" Alfred said excitedly.

Arthur's heart fluttered at the smile that sent a twinkle to Alfred's eye. "This isn't a date."

Alfred listened with careful attention to match Arthur's careful words. Slowly Arthur told him about life in foster care, but remained silent when Alfred pressed for more answers about life before the orphanage. Alfred poked at friends in the orphanage but all he got was a wince and folded arms. So instead they talked about more current events: how everyone at Hetalia High was idiotic and intelligent in their own way, morality differences between their kinds that left Arthur grumbling until Alfred pointed out that they'd play marbles different if the Angels had a specific playing style. They talked about mortality and how mortals didn't' even know half of their world. Their laughter died like the embers in the fire pit.

"Times up." Alfred whispered. "You can go to if you want."

Arthur looked sideways at the demon, it's tail was thrashing nervously. He stared for a while longer. "No need to rush mate."

"What?" Alfred perked.

"The walk back to the café will take a while. And nobody said we had to hurry," he stood. "or stop talking."

Alfred deflated a little but bounced at the opportunity to walk with Arthur, even if it wouldn't last to long.

A/N: Almost caught up to where the story started guys. Almost to where we figure out what the point of this is o3o.

...maybe I'll figure it out by then.

For those reading "Game Over" I'm working on the next chapter but my mind is in "you can't write this story. You can do this story or this one but not the one you want to work on or update." mode -.- I think my English teacher calls it Selective writers block. Anyway, until next time guys!