Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or it's characters.

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Up in heaven there was an obvious tension building. Any angel could tell you the reason for the thick air and the suffocating atmosphere. God was mad at the fallen angel by the name of Arthur Kirkland, and God also did not take the angel code lightly. Arthur was with a human, romantically, and he was enjoying his time on Earth. Nothing was more despicable than that. At least in hell they had a supreme ruler and a set of rules to live by. The humans were dirty, and changed no matter where you looked.

So utterly mundane and useless was the human race.

From within his chambers God looked down through the clouds and frowned at what he saw. He had sent Arthur his warning three nights ago, but since then he had defied what had been laid out so clearly in front of him. He was still with the human.

"Arthur you should have heeded the words that I had foretold unto you. For now I must break this up myself, and both you and the human Alfred shall face the power of God." He spoke aloud, as if it were a prophecy.

With a calm face he peered downwards once more before a small zap of silver came from his hand and flew downwards towards the couple. It was time for them to face their first trial.

-DOWNONEARTH-

Alfred and I were walking down the park pathway, our fingers intertwined as we walked side by side. It was a beautiful day outside as the sun beat down, matched with a cool breeze. The park we were walking through was pleasantly quiet. There was a minimal amount of people, each of them minding their own business. Everything was peaceful and it seemed nothing could spoil our moment together.

Sighing softly I looked up at Alfred. The sunlight highlighted his hair, setting off the golden tones scattered through his dirty blonde locks. I never noticed all of the separate colors in his hair. They all blended together to make a golden tone but the sunlight's angle brought out the soft browns and almost orange tones in a few strands of his hair. It made him look stunning.

I thought for a moment about how perfect this moment was, and how peaceful everything seemed.

And of course, that's the moment that everything gets blown off course and gets ruined. Word of advice, when a moment is perfect do not think about it. Just enjoy it before something ruins it completely. You never know what will happen.

As soon as I felt completely content, Alfred and I became surrounded by Dark Fae. Now, I only saw them for a moment, but I recognized them immediately.

Dark Fae are loyal to both heaven and the underworld, so long as they get to do what they love. They love to mess with people's heads, twisting their thoughts with little things they whisper into a person's ear. Whether it's suggesting a bad idea and encouraging it, or planting doubt the Dark Fae make it a point to cause havoc.

So of course they would get sent to me and Alfred at a great moment. Thanks God, I appreciate this.

"Alfred." I said, calling his attention down towards me.

"Yea Artie?" He replied, unaware of the threat since it was invisible to his human eyes.

I started to try and warn him about the Fae, but nothing came out of my mouth. Oh no. Fae were a classified species, and angels had a verbal lock on anything that was considered classified information. Apparently even after losing your wings you still can't talk about Fae. Well isn't that just peachy?

Alfred blinked, looking down at me. "You okay?" His blue eyes glistening with worry at my sudden silence.

"Erm... It's nothing. I'm just having a great time." I cast a smile up at him. Worrying Alfred wouldn't do any good. I would simply have to ignore the Fae, and find out a way to keep them from Alfred.

He smiled back at me, the worry falling from his face and transforming into his usual happy expression. "I'm having a good time too. It's really nice today."

"Yea it's nice and sunny." I took a breath of the clean air, relaxing myself. There wasn't a thing the Fae could say that would bother me. I could handle this, no problem.

"But what if you can't? What if Alfred can't?"

Alfred was silent once again as we walked hand in hand, but the Fae had finally spoken up. I wasn't going to let them get to me. Nope.

But what if?

I shivered, pulling closer to Alfred in the process. Doubt trickled into my mind. I had no worries about my own mentality, but I did worry about Alfred's. What if he couldn't handle it?

No. Stop it Arthur.

I clenched my fist, angry that I had even considered something that the Fae had suggested. Sure Alfred may be a bit naive but he could handle a few misleading thoughts.

Right?

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A/N: Alright guys sorry for the wait again. And sorry for how short it is. I've actually had this written for weeks now, but it didn't seem long enough to post. Finally I caved and put this up… I promise next chapter will be longer.

Also I want to know what you guys want me to do with the Matthew, Francis, Gilbert triangle. Do you want me to write a chapter for it? Also suggestions and what you want to have happen between them are nice, because their muses just up and left me.

Now for the USUK side of the story… I will be writing from God and/or Satan's point of view a little bit from now on. It gives a certain background to what's going on and it's pretty confusing without it.

Those who are super religious, beware basically. I don't have a set religion of my own; I'm going to write them in a character persona I have created to fit this storyline. If you have suggestions on what they may do to our romantic duo, I'd be glad to hear them. It's a weird subject, and I want to let you guys control bits and pieces of what happens in the story.

It won't affect the plot all too much, but it makes it more fun for the reader, as well as for me when I get to try and type up your guys' ideas.

This author's note is getting a bit long so I'm gonna cut it off here.

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~MagicInTheDark~