I don't own Hetalia, Hidekaz Himaruya does.

Alfred had always been a highly respected demon. And it was a well deserved title, as he had proven mutliple times that he was to be feared, often showing off his irregular (even for a demon) strength and skills. Most people feared him, a few people didn't care, less people were on not-too-horrible terms with him, and there were a small handfull of people that considered themselves allies to the great Alfred, self-proclaimed ruler of the demons. Hey, it wasn't like anyone objected.

"Francis." Alfred called out from his throne, bored. A second later, a slightly older-looking demon floated into the room, flying close to the ground and looking at Alfred.

"Yes?" he answered. He was one of the people who weren't very high on Alfred's hate list, so he was safe and thought to be an ally by both of them.

"I'm hungry." he dragged out the word 'hungry', whinning. Francis smirked.

"Then go get some food. You're too lazy for your own good- you're going to get fat."

Alfred pouted. "But I don' wanna! And no, I'm not gonna get fat, it takes skill to strike fear into demons' essence! I have to look the part, too. I exorsise regularly!"

"Ah, but if you exorsise, then going and getting some humans should be cake, no? Besides, you're the Demon King. Even the humans have heard of and fear you."

"Yeah, so? The point is, I don't want to."

"So?"

"So, as my faifthfull servent," Francis raised an eyebrow at this, "go get me some."

Francis sighed. He could be really stubborn, and he didn't feel like arguing with him right now. "Dead, I assume?"

"Naw, I wanna kill them. Just go get them for me."

"How many?"

"Eh.. Five?"

Francis rolled his eyes- Alfred was such a pig! Five humans was enough for a regular demon to have his insides explode! Fortunitly for Alfred, he wasn't a normal demon, and five humans was just enough for him to not have to eat for a few weeks. "Ugh... Like I said, you're going to get fat."

"Just go get them already." he smirked.

Francis rolled his eyes again, and left the room.

I stared down the road, which was empty and lifeless. It had been a hard day so far, and it wasn't over yet. I had to disguise myself as a human, and find and vanquish a group of stray demons. Needless to say, I hadn't found them yet.

I was halfway down the street when someone grabbed me and shoved me into the wall in the ally, knocking the breath from me. I looked up with a glare, only to meet a very bored-looking... French-man? With black bat wings behind him and a devil's tail. The group of demons I was suposed to find and send back to Hell? But where were the others?

"Excuse me? The bloody Hell?! That hurt, you cheese-eating bastard! Let go!" I had to fake being a human until the right moment, to see how strong these demons were.

The guy sighed. "Quit struggling, that's useless."

Regardless, I squirmed in his grasp, trying to move the arms that pinned me to the wall with no luck. His arms weren't even flexed! This demon was pretty strong, although he didn't get any points for brains. How long would it be before he found out I wasn't human? I hissed through my teeth, kicking my leg up into the man's crotch; a predictable human's move. The french-man yelped and let go, falling to the ground, but just for a second before jumping back up.

In that second, I sprinted out of the ally, smirking. 'Bloody wanker! That's what you get for trying to kill me!'

I was tackled to the ground, my face digging into the dirt. I was lucky I had been near a garden, or else that would have hurt. A lot.

"Stupid british people!" he heard the french guy hiss, "You'll regret that!"

I pushed down the bit of panic and smiled what appeared to be a sincere smile. "Did that feel good?"

The guy shoved my head further into the dirt. "Little smart-ass human.. I hope you're eaten first.."

Arthur's eyes widened; he had to continue to pretend to be a human, new to all of the demon's stuff. Francis didn't miss the panic flashing in my eyes, and grinned, getting some satisfaction from the panic in my eyes.

I started struggling again. "Oi! Let me go, wanker!"

The demon laughed as he stuck a bottle filled with something into Arthur's neck. Uh-oh. That wasn't part of the plan- they normally killed after tying them up in the ally. Within seconds, I had gone limp.

I jolted awake to the sound of screaming, eyes wide, brain not registering where I was. It sounded like a woman that was screaming, but then the sound cut off. I was now afraid, and tried to stand up to get away, only to find that my hands and waist were chained to a wall. Why was I chained? And why was it so hot? Beads of sweat trickled down my face as I remembered the demon tackling me to the ground and knocking me out. I was in Hell, but why didn't he kill me then?

A wave of panic crashed around me as I realized that a demon would only take a human to Hell for a superior human, and I vigorously pulled at my chains, the cuffs digging into and leaving marks on my skin. I wasn't strong enough to face a higher level demon and still get out of Hell! I looked around wildly for something that could provide assisstance to my escape; my hands and waist was bound, and I didn't memorize the spell that unlocked things, so I couldn't escape, and I wouldn't be allowed in Heaven with chains from Hell attatched to me.

Before long, I sighed. I was stuck here. At least, until I found a chance to escape, and I wouldn't get that until I was unlocked. If I was lucky, they wouldn't take my soul in here, with me trapped.

A few minutes later, the door to the jail creaked open, and a shadowed figure stepped into the room. I looked up at him, hair plastered to my face, however, I couldn't see the guy too well, because his face was shadowed. Maybe it was one of the lower level demons, coming to take him to the higher level? That would be preferable for my plan.

He walked over to me and crouched, looking into the my face. The demon put his hand under my chin, and tipped it up, immediately being met with eyes that glarred daggers, furrowed eyebrows (that were HUGE, might I add), and a frowning face. "Don't touch me." I warned.

The demon raised and eyebrow, an amused expression on his face. Stupid demons.. I wanted to rip the guys face off for touching me- how dare he? He wasn't going to be so cocky in a moment. The stupid demon undid my chains and, in one swift movement, before I could react, threw me over his shoulder. I resisted the urge to vomit because of the close proximity of him and I.

"Wanker, I told you not to bloody touch me." I repeated, secretly casting a spell in my head to get me to Heaven. But.. My magic wasn't working. Did the guy have some sort of cancellation spell around him? The blood drained from my face, and I desperately thought of some way to distract him before we reached the main guy. "Bloody Hell, my head hurts.. Twat! If you're going to kill me, you'd better make it painless. Or quick. I don't understand you cannibals. Why would you eat humans when you have scones?"

The guy snorted. It was seriously bugging me how I hadn't seen his face. "Scones?"

"Don't laugh! Scones are delicious!"

"Scones are revolting." he laughed.

I tried to kick him, but failed. "Idiot.. You must be american. Only they can't appreciate the true taste of scones and tea."

"Sure, dude. American." he opened a door and we went in. My distraction hadn't worked, and now I was probably going to die. I looked around the room and was horrifyed to see that blood was everywhere; even on the ceiling! How had they managed that? I had to prevent himself from vomiting again. Demons didn't normally eat humns, they ate their souls. He set me down on a table, one that didn't have a speck of blood on it. He looked around with disgust evident on his face. "Well, dude, sorry about the mess, I let one of the other demons deal with the body after I was finished with it.. That's gross. It looks like they ate her... Eww."

I stood tall, not letting fear cross my face, but secretly, I was scared beyond imagination. He was the one who was in the upper class? I was screwed, although that did explain why I couldn't use magic around him. I decided to play the innocent card again. "What? You don't eat people? Then why am I here?"

He looked amused. "Nah, not the flesh. I eat the souls."

I tried using my magic again, to no avail. Why wasn't it working? I started praying, hoping I would be able to get out before I died. When nothing happened, I realized that He wasn't abandoning me, He was testing my strength in Him. I prepared myself for death, and looked the slimy demon in the eyes. Or where his eyes were suposed to be, because I still couldn't see his face very well. "Okay. If that's the way my life's suposed to end, then I'm not anyone to stop fate."

The slimy beast cocked his head to the side, utterly confused. Had no one ever said that before? "What?"

I closed my eyes tightly and waited for my death. After a little bit, I opened one eye, then the other as I saw the demon just staring at me. Something in me got a little peeved that he was putting my death off, as if waiting for me to break down. I knew it was useless, I wasn't going to make my demise entertaining for him! "Will you bloody kill me already?! I don't want to have to wait all bloody day! Dying is bad enough without knowing about it hours before something actually happens!"

He didn't move, though. Not for a few more minutes, at least. Then he pushed me back onto the table, his body seemingly making the moves to take my soul without his mind. I held back a blush, not knowing why I had to lay down; that wasn't the normal process for stealing one's soul. His movements were stiff and lifeless. He seemed curious, or tired. He got really close, appearing to be ready to eat the essence of my being, but something was wrong. Something was very wrong. At the last moment, he swerved, hitting my clenched lips head-on.

'What the bloody Hell? Why is this maniac kissing me? I'm never going to get all of the demon out of my mouth.. Kill me now. I thought I knew all of the rituals for stealing so- I'm getting sleepy... Really sleepy..' I yawned, and he took this opportunty to slide his toungue in, exploring my mouth. I don't remember anything after that, as I blacked out.

Alfred pulled back, staring at someone he had just kissed. 'What just happened? Why didn't I want to kill him? Why is he different from every other victim? And why did he fall asleep? He was wide awake a few minutes ago.. He must be tired from traveling to Hell. It takes a lot of effort for first what am I suposed to do with him? I don't want to kill him, and I don't want to take him back to the human world, so.. Keep him here? A human had never stayed in Hell before. No one knows what the consequences would be on the human.' But that was just another thing for Alfred to be curious about.

And if there was one thing in the world that Alfred would succomb to, it was his curiosity.