This is my First USUK, I hope everyone enjoys it!

Arthurs POV

Arthur stared down into the bottomless pit, Hell, as one might call it. Arthur scowled at it, but at the same time, he was deeply interested.

Arthur is an angel, one of the highest rank, in fact. Every day he flew back to the opening into Hell. He didn't know why, but he felt as if someone, from the depths of Hell, was calling to him. But to his dismay, no one would call to him from the pit. He only saw the rare flash of light, (which was because the pit to Hell was so deep, that only a huge explosion would show a small spark from where Arthur was standing.) Or, he heard a few quick screams.

He sat down, and swung his legs on the edge of the chasm. For a few seconds he heard nothing more than a few screams, when Arthur an uneasy feeling come over him. He stood up and flew away, making a mental note to return tomorrow.

As he flew away, he missed a voice calling his name from Hell.

Alfred's POV

"Arthur!" Alfred screamed to the darkness above him.

"ARTHUR!" He yelled before once more before turning around.

"Ugh…" Alfred said as he ran a hand threw his dark hair, "Another day, and another missed chance."

"Hey, Alfred!" Alfred turned his head around and faced two bright red orbs.

"I don't want to talk Gilbert."

"Aww…wassa matter? Your imaginary boyfriend didn't come today?" Next to Gilbert's head, a little dark blue bird, Gilbird, chirped in agreement.

"He came! He just didn't hear me."

"Riiiiiight," Gilbert rolled his eyes, "Well, it's very un-awesome of you to believe that your fairytale boyfriend is going to jump down here."

"One day he will hear me…you'll see."

"Whatever dude, just came by because Francis wants to see your ass."

"Did he actually want to talk to me? Or look at my ass?"

"Both, I think, it's Francis we're talking about."

"Fine, I'll go."

"Awesome! He's at his house if you wanted to know."

"Thanks, bro," Alfred said as he spread his wings, "See you around."

Alfred took off into the air and flew in the direction of his rose-loving friend's house. He looked down at the ground below him, fire and lava at every corner. He saw several corpses burning and rotting, but when was that ever unusual. The smell of death and decay was almost too much, well it would be, if he were human.

Alfred was one of the few demons who lived in Hell, along with Gilbert, Francis, and a few others. He despised Hell. Literally, Hated it. He wanted so badly to go and fly up out of the fire pit, but sadly, he had tried countless times and failed. This was caused by an invisible boundary that prevented demons from escaping Hell. But mostly, Alfred wanted to see Arthur.

Alfred has never seen Arthur…at least not face to face. But he has seen Arthur in many dreams. Now it is a very rare thing for a demon to dream. But, it seems like he dreams every night of his beautiful angel, Arthur. Despite never having seen him, Alfred knows exactly what he looks like. Arthur has big eyebrows but Alfred finds them to be extremely sexy. Arthur's semi-long blonde hair makes him even look more angelic. And his eyes, oh his eyes, Alfred loves them the best. The way they sparkle and how you could see the vast green sea in them.

Alfred landed softly in front of Francis's house and began to walk to the door. As he passes the red rose bushes, they burst into flames. Alfred let out a small chuckle as he thought of how upset Francis would be at seeing his flowers engulfed in the flames. He raised his hand to knock but Francis had beat him to it.

"Oh! Alfred! Come in, come in." Francis ushered Alfred in and shut the door quickly behind him.

"What is it now Francis. Did you find someone who finally rejected you? Besides me, of course."

"Non, not at all. But I have found something that might interest you," He gave a sly smile and gestured for Alfred to come closer. Of course, Alfred was hesitant. Eventually he stepped closer to the Frenchmen.

"What?"

"I had a very pleasant nap, just a few hours ago, and I saw someone who you talk about…a lot." Alfred's ears perked up.

"Oh…really? And who might that be?"

"Does the name Arthur ring a bell?" Alfred felt his semi-alive heart skip a beat.

"Arthur?"

"Oui. A dream came to me about him."

"Did it now…"

"Yes, it showed me the secret to getting out of Hell." Alfred stopped.

"R-Really?!"

"Yes, do you want to know it?" Francis said with a devilish grin.

"Of course! Tell me!"

"Come closer," Francis made yet another gesture to Alfred. He stepped closer.

"So, what is it?"

"Closer," Francis pulled Alfred closer, "Perfect." Francis cooed in Alfred's ear as he struggled.

"Francis?! What!?"

"It's for your own good." Francis began to tug on Alfred's pitch black wings.

"Ah! Francis! What are you doing!?"

"Getting you out of Hell," Francis stated.

As Francis continued to pull on Alfred's wings, Alfred felt tears brimming in his eyes. There was a sound, a ripping, as Alfred felt his wings being ripped from him. With one final pull, Alfred felt his wings leave their sockets. As soon as this happened, Francis dropped the wings on the ground with a chuckle. Alfred lunged at him and tried to strangle him.

"Why you son of a b-."

"Don't be too hasty now, I just took those for a reason. You no longer are a demon."

"But I still think and act like one. You didn't rip out my heart!"

Why did I end it here?! I will continue to write. Review!