Yay! I finally got this thing written! I've had the idea for this for a few months now so I'm happy I finally got it started. Anyways, hope you guys like it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. I never have and probably never will. Unfortunately. Hidekaz Himaruya owns the Hetalia characters and the rights to them. But I do own the idea for this story.

Warning: This fanfic will contain some graphic scenes. There will be blood, gore, and of course some good old smut. The smut will be in later chapters though. This fanfic will also contain yaoi a.k.a. boyxboy. If you don't like then don't read. I also want you guys to know now that if you hate yaoi and tell me this or you think the characters are OOC then I will completely ignore you. I would normally try to keep them in character, but Sweet!Devil fanfics aren't always like that. Just warning you guys now.

Arthur sat upon his perch on the fluffy, white cloud as he watched the humans below him flit from one place to another.

In his eyes, humans were some of the most beautiful creatures that existed. They didn't quite compare to the beauty of an angel, much like himself, but they still held a certain appeal to them.

But despite thinking they were beautiful, he couldn't help but dislike the human race. To him, they were vile, manipulative, and destructive creatures worthy of burning in hell.

They were an inferior race compared to the other creatures of the heaven and earth. He couldn't help but feel that way about them. Most other angels didn't really share in his utter dislike for the humans and often cast Arthur aside because of his estranged personality.

He was well-respected, yes, but they didn't quite look at him like they did other angels. If it wasn't for his title of being an Archangel, Arthur would most likely have been shunned by his fellow angels.

But he wasn't some normal angel and was in fact one of God's favorites, despite his more harsh personality.

That was he was sitting on the cloud at the moment watching the humans below. He was waiting for God to give him an order. What kind of order a person might ask? The order to collect a dead human soul before a demon from hell could get ahold of it.

Arthur didn't really care for the job all that much, but it was something he could handle. He was actually one of the more perfect angels for the job.

The less compassion you showed for a dead human, the better. Some angels would just get too attached to a human's spirit which would ultimately make it all that much harder to get the spirit into Heaven.

That was why Arthur was perfect. He held no compassion whatsoever for the insignificant little creatures roaming the earth below him. There was absolutely no way he would ever come to like or even feel compassion for them.

As Arthur continued to sit on the cloud in utter silence, a voice boomed inside his head. A voice that all angels knew belonged to none other than God.

"I have a new mission for you." God's voice resounded throughout Arthur's head.

The angel perked up slightly at hearing the news of him having yet another mission and patiently waited for God to continue.

"Go to the little patch of woods located near the eastern side of Boston, Massachusetts. There you will find a lone cottage with five humans. You will be bringing back the soul of a child."

Arthur didn't say anything in return but gave the open air a stiff nod before letting himself drop straight off the cloud and into the open air below him.

The angel let himself dive towards the earth for a few hundred feet before unfolding his glorious wings so that he could glide his way down to his intended destination.

It took only a few minutes before he was landing safely on the small wooden roof of the cottage he knew God had referred to.

Arthur listened to the voices inside the small house with curiousity. He didn't hear the happy chatter of people talking with each other or the rambunctious foot-steps of a child playing in the house. Not even the sorrowful wails of people mourning the sickness or death of the child he was there for.

Instead of the usual mix of sounds, Arthur heard a soft chanting. It was strange to say the least.

Without much thought, Arthur stepped over the edge of the roof and landed on the ground below as softly as a feather would.

The angel nonchalantly walked over to a nearby window and peered through the glass just so he could ease his growing curiousity. He had never been so curious about humans before. What was making him act like this now?

Arthur received his answer rather quickly.

He had heard of humans worshipping Satan and all that, but never had he seen humans like that in the flesh. But despite not ever seeing Satan worshippers before, Arthur knew well what kind of things they did and could easily recognize any spell they may chant. But this one was unfamiliar to him.

Because of that little fact, Arthur continued to watch the humans chant and do their strange movements.

It took the Archangel a few minutes before he remembered why he was even there in the first place: The child. But he didn't really see a child anywhere.

The angel let his emerald eyes roam around the darkly lit room in search of the child. God was never wrong so why didn't he see the kid?

As if to answer his internal question, a male adult emerged from a nearby door carrying a struggling, screaming child.

Normally he wouldn't think anything of it and would instead just patiently wait for the child to die, but something about this whole thing seemed off. It wasn't uncommon for Satan worshippers to have human sacrifices, but seeing them tie the boy up to the altar and chant even louder made a shiver run down his spine.

This was so unusual.

But Arthur could do nothing to save the boy and so he impatiently waited for the adults to bring down their knife upon the young boy's restless body.

It was cruel and inhumane, he knew that, but he couldn't help but let his gaze be transfixed upon the boy's wiggling body.

There was just something about this child that made Arthur want to jump in and save him. He could certainly save the child but that wasn't what God had sent him to do. And so he sat there and watched as the frightful blue eyes of the child flitted across the room as he repeatedly screamed for his parents to stop.

Just as the chanting sounded like it would be near its end, the child's cerulean eyes shot over to the window where Arthur was.

The Archangel's eyes widened for a split second as it appeared as if the child was looking right at him. The moment lasted only a few seconds though before the child looked back to his parents yet again.

Arthur was shocked, to say the least, and prepared himself for going in and saving the child but stopped abruptly as he watched the gleaming knife descend.

Instead of just outright stabbing the boy, they started carving an upside down pentagram on the boy's exposed chest.

Arthur squeezed his eyes as he saw the first images of the child's flesh being cut open. The boy screamed even louder this time as he felt the searing pain that came along with being cut so brutally.

These wretched humans would surely go to Hell for this. The problem would be that they would probably like to go there though.

Arthur growled to himself in frustration. He had never felt so powerless before.

With one final shriek ripping from the throat of the innocent child, Arthur watched as the knife was plunged deep into the boy's chest. The young child gave a blood-curdling scream that sent shivers down even Arthur's body before his body finally relaxed upon the altar he had been tied to.

The boy gave a few more shuddering breathes before his body stilled and his distant gaze settled back in the direction of the window Arthur was standing behind.

Without any other time wasted, Arthur transported himself into he room which the adults were slowly starting to clear out of. He strode over to the nearby altar with uneasy steps and looked at the still body of little boy.

Arthur leaned down and gently placed a kiss on the boy's forehead before saying,"Wake, child."

No response. That was strange. Arthur tried again but without much success.

A soft tug on his a pure white toga made Arthur jump slightly in fear and whirl around to face what was most likely to be a demon.

What his emerald eyes saw those was most definitely not a demon. It was none other than the child he had come to collect.

But something was extremely off about the child. He held the same appearance he had as a human. That was most definitely not what was supposed to happen. A small orb of piercing light was supposed to rise out of the body and Arthur was supposed to just grab it with his hand.

What in the world was he supposed to do now? He couldn't just grab the kid by his arm and yank him up to heaven. Could he? He had never really tried but he supposed he could do so.

"Who are you?" the child asked suddenly.

Arthur peered down at the child apprehensively. The angel looked around to make sure no one else was with them before he bent down to the child's level.

"My name is Arthur. I'm here to take you to Heaven." Arthur said gently.

Now it was the child's turn to look at him uncertainly. The child's blue eyes travelled down the length of the angel's body before finally resting on Arthur's emerald eyes.

"You're lying to me." the child said with little emotion. The child's once bright, sky blue eyes turned a dull, stormy grey as he said those words.

Arthur was struck speechless by those words. What would ever lead this child to believe he was lying to him? Maybe his satanistic parents had told him the people of Heaven were liars? He couldn't be too sure but if he had to guess, then that was the answer he'd go with.

"I'm not lying to you. I was sent here by God to take you to Heaven. All little children go to Heaven." Arthur whispered. He was so incredibly perplexed with this child that it wasn't even funny. Was this God's crazy version of a joke?

"I can't go to Heaven." the boy whispered.

That first statement from the boy had surprised him, to say the least, but his last one was what shocked him the most. What would ever make a child this small ever say something like that?

Arthur voiced his thoughts and patiently waited for the young child to answer.

What the child said next practically took the cake though for the strangest things Arthur has ever heard in his two-thousand and twenty-four years of life.

"I'm not supposed to go to Heaven."

Arthur blinked a few times as if he was trying his hardest to process these words. He knew the child was probably raised to believe in Satan and all that, but surely he knew he had the choice of going to Heaven, right?

"What makes you say that?" Arthur asked bewildered.

The child shrugged. "They said I was special. That was why I was sacrified."

That was all the child was able to get out before his small body was engulfed in a smoky black cloud that had appeared out of nowhere. Arthur only knew too well what that cloud was and what it was there to do.

"Why?" Arthur asked himself in confusion.

A few moments later the smoke started to dissipate revealing the child once again. But he was not the same.

While he still possessed the same vibrant blue eyes, he was very different from what he was like before.

Midnight ebony locks framed his still heart-shaped face instead of the golden curls he possessed only moments ago. Horns of the same color portruded from underneath said locks. The child's once tan body was also replaced by smooth, ivory skin. Another appendage that was certainly not there before also appeared: A tail. It was the color of onyx, much like his horns were.

The child was no longer a human nor spirit. By some unseen forces, the child had been turned into a demon.

It was more than puzzling to say the least.

The Archangel had no idea as to what he was supposed to do now. He was sent there to collect the soul of a human child. Nothing more. Yet here he was, facing the innocent blue-eyed demon that had once been the child he was to protect and bring to Heaven.

Every fiber of his being screamed at him to smite the little demon and to fly back up to Heaven and continue on with his life as if this whole night had never happened.

But as he looked into the frightened eyes of the new demon child, he just couldn't bring himself to do so.

He would normally have no problem in extinguishing such a seemingly insignificant life, but some unforseeable force kept him from doing so.

He gently lowered himself to the child's level once again and stroked one of his fingers delicately across the boy's soft cheek.

"What is your name, child?" Arthur asked as gently as he could. He was uncertain about what he was about to do, but he didn't let himself rethink his decision.

"Alfred. Alfred Jones." the child said with his lip stuck out and quivering. The boy had put up a brave front when he had first died, but now that he held the visage of a demon, he was ready to cry.

Arthur really couldn't blame the poor boy. From the looks of it, the child had had no choice whatsoever in the matter. Why though is what Arthur couldn't understand.

All children had the choice so why couldn't this child choose?

"I can't keep you out of Hell now, but I can make sure you don't have to stay there for all eternity. Would you like that?" Arthur asked. He had never offered this before and had never really attempted to do so, but he felt compelled to help the child.

The child looked around hesitantly before slowly taking the hand that Arthur had offered to him and nodded.

"Y-yes please." Alfred said.

Arthur smiled gently at the child yet again before he let go of Alfred's hand and looked up at the sky.

"Forgive me, God, for what I am about to do." Arthur whispered before closing his eyes and breathing deeply.

WIthout a moments hesitation, Arthur started chanting Alfred's name. After a few moments of chanting, Arthur finally said,"The god of the dead, Mephistopheles, binds thee to me!"

Nothing really happened though. Was that supposed to happen? Arthur wasn't exactly sure but he'd trust the magic he just performed and try it out later when he needed to.

Arthur bent down once again to face the child. "Alright, that should do it." Arthur said with a soft smile.

Alfred smiled back before asking,"What's going to happen to me now?"

Arthur grimaced at what he was going to say next. "A demon is going to be sent from Hell to come retrieve you." He wished he could protect the child from the demon that was coming, but he would have no choice but to let the thing take him.

Besides, it wasn't like he could take the little child up to Heaven anymore. Demons couldn't travel there. It broke Arthur's heart to think that the innocent boy wouldn't be allowed to enter anymore.

Good Lord, why was he getting so sentimental now? He never used to be like this! Why was he showing such kindness now?

Arthur was snapped out of his mental rant though as puff of smoke appeared out of nowhere only a couple feet from where the child was.

"Ah, well if it isn't my favorite little angel." a French voice sing-songed from the smoke.

Arthur shivered at the sound of that voice. Of all the demons the stupid Devil could have sent, he just had to go and send Francis. Arthur hated demons in general, but he probably hated Francis the most.

"Francis." Arthur spat the name with contempt.

"What is the matter, Arthur? Are you mad that you didn't get to take the child?" Francis taunted with a smirk.

Arthur crossed his arms and smiled dryly at the demon. "Why should I be mad? Heaven gets most souls anyways. So, why should I care about this one child?" Arthur asked with very little emotion.

Francis' smirk on grew wider. "Ah, but mon ami, I sense that you put a spell on little Alfred. A summoning one, isn't it?" Francis asked.

Arthur's gaze narrowed at the demon. "Well, call me a sap, but I felt sorry for the poor boy. I knew you'd probably go after his body and use him in a way I don't even want to think of. I figured that if I summon him to me every once in a while then I can save him from at least a little pain." Arthur said sarcastically. Though he wouldn't be surprised if Francis went after the boy in that kind of way.

"Well, normally that would be true, but I have strict orders to not touch the boy in that sort of way." Francis shrugged lazily. "It's a real shame though. He's so cute." Francis added before stroking the side of the boy's face rather affectionately.

Arthur growled slightly to himself at the latter part of what the demon said, but his curiousness over the first part overrided that. "Why aren't you allowed to touch him?"

Francis chuckled almost maniacally before saying,"He's special. He's the child of one of our many followers. We don't ever touch them." Francis explained before picking Alfred up.

Arthur's body went rigid as the demon held Alfred close to his body but did or so said nothing on the matter.

"I see. Poor children. They never stand a chance, do they?" Arthur said bitterly.

Francis chuckled once again before wagging his tail in Arthur's direction. "Try not to get too attached to the boy. It will take the phrase 'Playing with fire' to a whole new level." Francis said before disappearing with Alfred in tow.

Arthur stared at the spot where the two demons had stood only moments before.

"What in the world have I just gotten myself into?" Arthur whispered to himself. He wasn't quite sure at the moment, but he knew it couldn't be good.

Sssooo, what'd you guys think? This is my first time writing a Sweet Devil fanfic. But seeing so many fanarts for it has made me really want to write one.

Oh, and that spell thingy I put in there isn't exactly something I just made up. I actually went looking on some websites for 'Spells that summon Dead Souls'. I found the spell on . It actually involved more stuff but I didn't think it would fit very well if I had.

Anyhoo, please tell me what you guys thought and whether I should continue this.