Usuk (Demon!America x Angel!Britain)

Chapter Two *edited*

I don't own Hetalia.

___________________________________________________________________________

   Arthur jolted awake to the sound of screaming, eyes wide and brain not registering where he was. The cries sounded female, and Arthur was almost coherent enough to tell the girl's age when it suddenly cut off. Now afraid, the angel attempted to stand up but froze when he heard chains jingling. After a second he tried again, only to have chains rattle once more and stop when he did. He looked down to where his feet felt heavy; weighing his ankles down were rusted metal cuffs attached to the wall he woke up leaning against. He raised his hands to run them along the length of the cuff and quickly realized that his hands were bound as well.

   Why was he chained..? It was so hot... Arthur's vision blurred, then went black.

   The second time he woke up, he was able to remember how he had gotten wherever he was. Sweating profusely, he deducted that he was, in fact, in Hell. The only question to be answered was why the demon hadn't taken his soul like they normally did- stringing him up in an alley and taking it there.

   A wave of panic crashed into him as he realized that a demon would only take a human to Hell for a superior demon, and he vigorously pulled at his chains, the cuffs digging into and leaving marks on his pale skin. He wasn't strong enough to face a demon stronger than the one that dragged him down here and still get out of Hell! He looked around wildly for something that could provide assistance to his escape; he hadn't memorized the spell that unlocked things because Oliver, his dad of sorts, had items locked up for his safety! The angel couldn't make it to Heaven with an entire wall weighing him down!

   There was nothing to aid his escape in this room. It was a run-down cell, only without the usual bars, hence Arthur's being chained. It was more like a hole in the wall of a large darkened room. Arthur couldn't see anything past where the walls to his crevice ended, so maybe it was magic. All Arthur was sure of was that he was stuck there until someone unlocked him. If he was lucky, the demons didn't take their victims' souls here.

   He lay against the wall for a while, not quite sure how to count the time. He started thinking about how he would escape once he was unchained, pushing down the the unadulterated terror he was so ashamed of.

   Some time later, a shadowed figure slipped into the room. Panting (completely due to the heat and not his frantically beating heartbeat), Arthur looked up with his sweat-soaked hair plastered to his forehead and covering his eyes. He raised his chained arms and swiped it as well as he could out of his eyes, squinting up at the figure. Maybe it was one of the lower level demons, coming to take him to the higher level. That would be really helpful.

   The taller figure walked slowly over to the chained angel and crouched, looking at his face; Arthur took the time out of his busy schedule to fix a heated glare at the piece of shit, face morphing into one of haughty disgust. The cell, considering it had no light, was too dark for Arthur to see the demon, but he knew he was larger than him when he slid a cold hand under his chin and tilted it up, the size of the hands larger than Arthur's ever were.

   "Don't touch me," Arthur spat, ripping his head away from the cold hand despite it feeling good against his burning skin.

   The demon chuckled softly. Stupid demons.. Arthur was going to make him regret ever touching him- how dare he? He wasn't going to be so cocky in a moment. The demon reached toward his hands and the angel jerked them away, turning his entire body towards the wall and putting them to his chest in a snooty expression of challenge. 

   But the male didn't react past grinning wider, reaching around Arthur and ripping the chains straight from the wall. Eyes wide, Arthur did nothing to stop the demon from throwing him over his shoulder and standing up swiftly due to shock. He... Ripped the chains Arthur had struggled against for who knows how long from the wall. W-well, he had obviously loosened them! A nervous smirk forced its way onto his face; now was his chance!

   He quickly muttered a teleportation spell, shutting his eyes due to the side effects that teleporting has. When there was no familiar woosh of teleportation, Arthur cracked open one eye. He was still hunched over the demon's shoulder, face clenched shut in what looked like fear. When I realized what had happened, the magic drained from my face, and I desperately tried to think of a way to distract him before we made it to 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?" Arthur blurted out, forcing his voice to remain even.

   The guy snorted. It was seriously bugging the smaller male how he hadn't seen his face. "Scones?"

   "Don't laugh! Scones are delicious!"

   "Scones are disgusting," he laughed.

   Arthur gave him a swift kick, knowing he wasn't hitting hard enough for him to actually hurt; he couldn't have the demon figuring out he wasn't human. "Idiot. You must be American; only they can't appreciate the true taste of scones and tea."

   "Sure, dude. American." The demon chuckled, opening a door and heading in. His distraction hadn't been long enough.. He arched away from the minor demon's back to look around at the killing room;  his blood ran cold at the sight of blood everywhere- even on the ceiling! How had they managed that?

   It was so horrifying because demons didn't usually eat the actual bodies of humans- they ate the souls, because the souls were the only things they could usually stomach. Horror still hadn't left the blonde's face when he was set down gently on a clean spot on the table in the middle of the room. The auburn haired demon put his hands on his hips as he looked around the room, grossed out, "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."

   Arthur straightened his back and raised his chin, face determined to not show his fear. The demon who he had been with was the upper class demon? He was screwed. He was forced to use the 'human' card to bide some time; with any luck, he had been out for longer than he originally thought and his family was coming to rescue him. "..What? You don't eat people? Then why am I here, you bloody imbecile?"

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

   Arthur tried to silently use his magic again, to no avail. Why wasn't it working? The entire place had to have a spell put on it- and everyone knew that demons don't use magic! After a second of silence, Arthur started praying- to who, exactly, he wasn't sure, but that didn't stop him from hoping that he'd be able to get out before he died. When nothing happened, Arthur had nothing left but his dignity. He prepared himself for death, and looked the slimy demon in the blue eyes. "Okay. If that's the way my life is supposed to end, so be it."

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

   Arthur closed his eyes tightly and waited for death, refusing to make a sound. After a little bit, he opened one eye, then the other as he saw the rude ass-hole staring at him. Arthur would be the first to admit that something in him was a little peeved that he was procrastinating his death, as if waiting for him to break down and start begging. Arthur knew that that was useless, it would only be a blow to his rather large pride- he was not about to make his demise entertaining!

   "Will you bloody kill me already? I don't want to have to wait all fucking day! Dying is bad enough without knowing about it hours before something actually happens!"

   The demon didn't move, though. Not for a few minutes, at least, and Arthur only got angrier the longer he stayed still. He was freaking tired and ready, damn it! Just as he opened his mouth to yell at him again, he was pushed roughly down onto the table behind him, face set in a determined frown. Finally. Took the idiot long enough. But.. Something was wrong. Arthur knew most of the rituals for taking souls, and pinning and leaning over  the victim was in most of them, but the demon was.. Moving his head down, appearing to be ready to eat his soul. At the last second, he swerved his head, hitting the angel's clenched lips straight-on.

  'What the bloody Hell? Why the Hel..? 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..' Arthur yawned, but the demon didn't go any farther, instead jerking his head away. Arthur's eyes closed, and he rolled on his side.