Angst Week No. 5!
This is Also the celebration oneshot 1 year anniversary of an AU close to my heart, our first AU in the oneshot book >3
It goes by the name 'A Demon and A Werewolf'. Ahh great memories.
Good story line(maybe), some bits of forbidden love and supernaturality in it, everyone from the newer guys and people from way back before(❤ヾ(๑❛ ▿ ◠๑ ) love all of y'all no homo-) seemed to like it too <3
BUT NOW WE TOSS IN SOME ANGST AHAHA-
(damn if the AU is a year old than so is this book-)
63 ONESHOTS IN A YEAR
IS THAT GOOD PROGRESS IDK. OTHER OHESHOT BOOK AUTHORS WHATCHA THINK-
Please tell me, do you think I've improved? I just hope that all this while, I managed to put some smiles on peoples faces :)))
BUT NOT TODAY HA-
TODAY ANGST IS MAIN COURSE NOT FLUFF-
fluff for dessert no problem-
Please enjoy! :3 ❤❤❤
(P.S this oneshot takes place pre-children. So Lilith and Samael do not exist right now. Honestly, this AU has so much potential, It'll be a shame...to just...let it go to waste...on them settling down...and having cute af half demon kids...sO HERE WE ARE. No kids. More drama. Yes-)
(Life lessons everyone no kids more drama-)
(not really a warning on this chapter. I think its quite mild, other than a kidnapping and then a large massacre. Oh and some semi-gorey injuries as well ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)
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"Привет, Viktor? How are sales?"
Russia picked up a couple of potatoes from the basket in the stall, listening in on the conversation near him. His swordsmith master had sent him out to get provisions, and wouldn't mind if he took long.
"Good, товарищ!(1) I've got some good plants for your girl, and some new chalk I got from...people." The shop vendor said, a smirk on his bearded face. The man standing opposite him laughed and grabbed an apple from one of his other baskets, taking a bite out of it.
"Not what I need today, Vik. Me and the boys caught something. Something really big. Not just pulling back dead relatives from the underworld." The man said again, lowering his voice. Viktor's bushy eyebrows lifted and he leant forward, intriguing.
The wolf's spirit growled in his head as Russia asked him for a small favour, and increased his hearing ability. Russia thanked it in his mind, continuing to eavesdrop on the conversation which acting normally, picking out more vegetables slowly nearby.
"Ohh yeah. It was huge. I've never seen such magnificent wings. Erica thinks its wing horns can be used to make powerful potions and spells."
Russia paused, trying to decipher what he could be talking about. He snuck his eyes to the right to try and see who the man was. He had dark brown hair, and sharp grey eyes. He didn't recognize him, was he from nearby villages?
He was so deep into thinking he missed the vendor's question. The man's eyes flinted around, and Russia quickly looked away, pretending to be inspecting garlic bulbs. "I got the book from my auntie Linda, ya know her?" Viktor nodded.
He knew Linda, she was the village's witch, or so she called herself. Not in public of course. Russia had nearly be caught by her during his earlier days as a werewolf. That old croon was probably crazy, she tried to trap him using some 'sun water' or something, he didn't remember.
But she must have something else, what book was this man talking about? If he was related to Linda, could that mean he was into wizardry things as well? That could spell danger. He kept an eye on him, who was now making some other small talk with the vendor.
"How are you going to get to it? You said you're keeping it in a holding circle." Viktor asked. The brown haired man smirked. "We're weakening it right now, that's what Arthur asked me to get. I'll take the chalk and some dried sage, Vik."
Viktor hummed and nodded, pulling out a box of chalk from under his stall and handing it to him. He went on to get the other item, leaving the man standing by himself in front of the stall. His grey eyes flinted around, and Russia accidentally made eye contact with him.
"What you looking at, blacksmith boy?" He barked at him. Russia didn't want to make any trouble with the older man, and shook his head, walking away after paying quickly.
A holding circle. Chalk to draw it. Sage. It was something demonic.
'Dangerous. Stupid humans should not play with demon power' He heard a low growl in his mind, sort of possessive. Since the wolf spirit had gotten used to meeting a special someone ever full moon, it had warmed up to the Hell side of supernaturality. Just slightly, of course.
Russia sighed and walked down the street to the swordsmith shop, where his master was still crafting swords. He couldn't stop thinking about it, what could they have caught? Some beast? A actual demon? The last thought made his heart go cold, but he shook his head. He didn't have to worry about Germany, his demon was smart enough to not be caught by humans. If it was a demon, it was probably the lower, ignorant ones.
He shook his head and when on with his normal activities. Just three more days and he would see him again, and he'll be completely fine.
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"Heh, hello demon."
A man known as Arthur spoke in a low, smooth voice, pulling open a door to a dark room with no windows, a single candle lit for light. He pulled out a match and striked it on the wall, getting a burst of flame. He walked over to a crouched over figure on the floor, surrounded by chalk lines forming a intricate circle.
Lighting a candle, the human picked it up and went to light the others with it, throwing the burnt out match on the ground, far away from any chalk lines. The figure bared its teeth weakly at him, and its red tail twitched around its knees.
Arthur laughed, and put down the candle. "Spread out your wings, demon." He commanded. The demon growled and appeared to struggle, his huge black leathery wings twitching and flapping behind him.
The human chuckled in slight amusement, and reached over the chalk lines to grip the demon's jaw, yanking him up to look at him. He admired his flame-filled eyes for a second, taking in his sharp features.
"If I ask you to do something, you do it. I summoned you, you will do as I say, Germany." He hissed, gripping his jaw even harder until the demon was wincing. He released him, stepping back, careful of the chalk lines, if they were even the slightest bit smudged that could be enough to give escape to his demon.
The demon took a shuddering breath, and begrudgingly spread apart his black wings as far as he could before their ends hit the chalk circles, which created a sort of invisible force field around him which was impossible to penetrate as a demon.
He flinched as his wings touched the edge, making his entire body feel like it had be shocked with electricity, but he held them there, teeth clenched, because he couldn't move or disobey the power that came with summoning. Whatever you summoned, you had the power to control over. Unfortunately, that human in front of him was very good and knew what he was doing.
Arthur hummed as he admired the huge black demon wings, which could barely open halfway in the summoning circle. This circle was amazing, he had just heard about it from this guy that asked him for a job. It was said to be ancient, a mix of a summoning circle for demons and a holding circle, which kept the demon unable to escape.
He inspected the white powdery lines again, touching up the symbols and little details with a small piece of chalk, committing the rites and symbols to memory. It would be very useful for him, a demon hunter. The demon shuddered in the circle, struggling to keep his wings open for any longer.
"You can put them down." He said, and the demon collapsed, folding his wings shakily to his back and rested his body on his elbows and knees, panting. Arthur heard the door open and quickly turned around, seeing his client holding the things he sent him to get from the market.
"I got the sage, Arthur. And more chalk." He said. "Good. Then we'll start right now. Did you go to the priest to get that blessed?" He pointed at the small bag filled with dried, green leaves. The other man nodded, giving it to him.
Germany's eyes widened, and he scrambled up to his knees, breathing heavily. Arthur turned back to him, a slow grin on his face. "You know what this does to your kind, right demon?"
The other man...he'll call him Brown-hair-guy, looked over his shoulder, curious. "What does it do, man?"
Arthur exhaled slowly, calming himself. "Just watch." Brown-hair-guy closed his mouth and backed up a bit, looking between him and the demon.
Pulling out a few leaves from the bag, he dropped one of the smaller ones onto the candle nearest to the circle. The flame hissed and took hold of the leaf quickly, creating a grey-green wisp of smoke. Arthur smirked and blew it into the circle, where the demon was scrambling to get to the furthest area of it.
Germany tried not to panic. He was a demon, technically he didn't even need to breath. He just needed to keep calm, and don't breath in the smoke. It wouldn't kill him, but if what the other demons say is true, it would hurt worse than burning sulfur down your lungs, combined with boiling lava pouring down after it.
Arthur hummed softly as the demon didn't react much to the little bit. He knew demons didn't really need to inhale air into their dead lungs, but some do. Especially if they had to come to the Earth often. The demon's reaction had already given him enough indication that the demon could be panicked into inhaling the poisonous fumes.
"Well, that was the test run. Now time for the real deal."He grinned, and let the rest of the leaves in his hand drop to the candle, getting a larger plume of smoke, which he wafted into the circle. Gathering more nearby candles, he took more leaves and dropped them in.
The grey-green smoke spread around the room, and Brown-hair-guy coughed and fanned the air in front of his nose. But that was nothing compared to what Germany was facing. The smoke spun around him, influenced by the power of the holding circle. He was holding his breath, keeping his mouth tightly sealed to not let any of the smoke into his throat.
Arthur scowled, not affected by the smoke at all. The demon was being difficult. But he had anticipated this. "Take a deep breath, Germany." He commanded, emphasising on the deep.
Germany panicked harder, as his body was forced to obey. He tried to hold back, clamping both hands over his nose and mouth, flapping his wings as much as he could. "Do not move. Put down your hands." The human growled. He reluctantly stopped and put down his hands to the ground, and then the real panic started.
At first, not much happened. But he could feel the sage smoke got down his throat, and into his lungs. That burned like lava from the very core of Hell and Earth mixed and was poured down his lungs and continued burning.
Arthur started to laugh as the demon in front of him started to seize and convulse, his limbs jerking as his mouth opened in a silent scream. His clawed hands clawed at his throat that must be burning from the blessed toxic, stabbing into his flesh and leaving angry red cuts.
Germany had never felt pain like this, not even in his faint memories of being a human, nor when his ghost was chosen to become a demon. This was the worst pain he had felt, to this date.
Brown-hair-guy laughed along nervously, seeing the creature convulse in front of him, and Arthur looking like a mad scientist. He was obviously less experienced with demon stuff. He slowly tapped the demon hunter on the shoulder, getting his attention with much annoyance.
"Umm...what exactly does that sage do?"
He sighed. "It cleans the air from this demonic filth, and since its blessed, it can work like a milder source of holy water." He said vaguely, more interested in the thrashing demon.
"You did get holy water too, yes?"
Brown-hair-guy nodded quickly. "Good. We'll use that soon."
Germany's body seized again, uncontrollably inhaling more smoke which made him gag more. The two humans that summoned him were talking, but he could barely hear them over his panicked thoughts, until he heard 'holy water'.
Arthur looked at the demon, who had finally managed to find his voice and was struggling to get to his knees, gagging and speaking in a unintelligible rasp from the smoke. He laughed, jabbing at his partner's side as he teased the demon.
"Heard that, did you? Well, we just want to have some fun with you before this guy gets to have his way with you." Brown-hair-guy smirked at the last part.
"Oh yeah. You will help me and my boys with many, many jobs." He said, looking over to the other side of the room, where a wall was full of people's faces and details, some of them covered with a red cross and a few others with a circle.
Arthur grinned, and turned to look at him with a raised eyebrow. "Yes, just remember to pay for my services."
Brown-hair-guy stammered, and nodded frantically. "O-Of course!! We'll pay you, don't think too much about it!"
Arthur started at him hard, before laughing again and clapping him on the shoulder. "Oh, I wouldn't. Now, let's go get a drink, hm? We'll leave this demon here for now." He said, casting one more look at the convulsing demon in the circle before leading his partner out of the room, closing it to leave Germany back in the darkness of the room, with only the candles for light.
He grabbed at his throat again, which was full of cuts from his own claws. There was hardly much blood, since he was a demon, and they were very slowly knitting back together. Coughing, he crawled toward the edge of the circle, seeing the damn candles just outside burning those damn leaves.
At least the smoke was starting to dissipate a little, giving his lungs some clean air to breath. With much difficulty, he sat up, curling his tail around his body and wrapping his wings around himself. They were getting sore from being folded up, or being held against the holding circles barriers. He wanted to properly spread them out.
It had been two days since he was summoned from Hell, and he was all alone with these humans. He didn't even knew where he was!
He tried using his abilities to the max and get some indication of where he was at least. And found he was somewhere near Russia's village. Well, there was this red dot very close to the village on the map across the room on the wall, that was a good guess.
Germany took another raspy breath, cursing that Arthur human with every foul curse and word he learnt in his time in Hell. And hoped, that help would come. Somehow.
He looked at the map on the wall, still trying to catch his breath weakily and staring at his werewolf's village on the map.
Russland....
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'He'll be here, right?'
Russia creeped down from his 'hiding spot' in the tree, closest to the rock that Germany usually used to enter the real world from Hell. He sniffed the air with his snout, smelling no demonic presence.
'...'
The wolf spirit growled, and paced the area. Russia got on all fours and sniffed the rock, making a soft keening sound at the back of his throat. Where was he? It was already pass their usual meeting time.
'...maybe busy...'
Russia sighed and stood up, giving his now furry body a good shake. 'Yeah, maybe.' The full moon bleamed its light down on the forest, making the rock shimmer lightly. He missed his demon, and wished he was here. But well, duties were duties.
'Now we eat? We have human meat as treat. Yes human meat-'
Russia growled and said no firmly in his mind, making the wolf spirit controlling his body growl and hit their leg on a tree as retaliation. Russia's human consciousness winced.
"Wait let me just..."
He pulled out the piece of paper from the back of his ripped up trousers, and pinned it to a tree nearby with a piece of bark.
Meet you at Hell's Moon?
Hopefully, if Germany was simply late, he would know that Russia was waiting. Sighing again, his tail between his legs in sadness, Russia walked away, staring at the rock one last time.
'...must we go to Hell's Moon?'
'Yes. We wrote on the paper. Germany might just be late.'
'...hpff. Wanted hunt.'
'We can hunt on the way, there's another village nearby as well...we'll see about the humans there.'
The wolf spirit rumbled in happiness at that, and they set off. Russia ran on all fours, sniffing the forest for potential prey. They almost caught a bunny, but it quickly darted back into its burrow, and gave him a judgemental look once inside.
Russia growled and crouched outside its hole in the ground. The bunny just stared on, unafraid now that it was safe. It was a strange kind of bunny, and didn't look like it would be living in the wild. Its claws even seemed to be clipped-
'Dumb rabbit' The wolf spirit growled, knocking some small rocks into the hole with their front paw. The bunny continued staring judgmentally at them.
'It's actually a bunny-'
'Who cares. Food is food.'
They continued on their journey, leaving the bunny alone. Russia climbed up a tree when they got close to the village, seeing if there was any remote houses that they could attack without getting the whole village in a ruckus.
It was quite a small village, he forgot its name. He creeped along the shadows, his ears perked up and listening for any movement of food. The craving for blood suddenly hit him, and his yellow eyes glowed more intensely, the werewolf curse in him getting stronger.
'Where do we start?' Russia asked. The wolf spirit was silent. They walked silently, making sure no human or other being would see them prowling around.
Suddenly, his furry ears perked up, swiveling around quickly left and right.
'You hear it too?'
Russia looked around, still listening hard. There. Was that...laughter?
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Two men walked around him, each holding a book in their hands and speaking Latin in an uncertain voice. Arthur was standing at the side, arms crossed and face a disapproving scowl. Brown-hair guy flicked his glance at him nervously every few seconds. In his hands, he held another book, this own with a symbol Germany had never seen before.
"What the hell is this." Arthur finally growled, making the two men walking around him jump and stop their useless chanting. Germany sighed inwardly as well, not that he was getting to like Arthur, but the horribly pronounced Latin was getting on to his nerves.
The men stammered and lowered their books, probably wishing the ground would swallow them now. Arthur strolled up, and everyone else in the room immediately backed up, sensing his authority despite this place being their property. Everyone knew not to mess with the famed demon hunter.
Germany watched from his place on the floor as the human approached. He barely had any strength left to lift his tail, let alone snarl at him. His wings screamed in pain, the black, leathery skin blistered, and long, thin cuts sliced through them. Well, that's what happens when holy water gets splashed on them, and one of the humans had gotten a holy knife from the church. Probably stolen.
"Heh, still awake, hm?" He hummed in a mocking tone, squatting down on full heels in front of him. He reached out and ruffled his knotted, black hair roughly, chuckling lowly. Germany flinched from the pain and bared his fangs weakly, not able to move from his half curled up position on the cold, hard floor.
Arthur's evil eyes lightened up as he watched the demon shiver. Good, he was weakened. This was usually the point when he would declare his job done, and demand his pay dued. And if the client was unable to pay for whatever matter, well then...
But he was having way too much fun with this demon. He hadn't seen such a...beautiful specimen in a long time. It was even a little hard keeping his hands and his little friend to himself. Hm...maybe he could demand a part of his pay being delivered that way~
Gripping a fistful of the demon's charcoal black hair again, he pulled him up to look at him, grinning wide with his dark pupils blow wide as he took in the lax, emotionless face.
"Get the holy water. Let's have one more go to destroy this piece of filth." Arthur said loudly, making the people in the dark, candle lit room scrabble back into action. He stared at Germany one more time, before releasing his grip and standing up, smoothing the wrinkles in his pants.
Germany's eyes widen, and whatever strength he thought had been long gone suddenly appeared again, giving him enough to try and get up, wincing in agony from his holy wounds. Brown-hair-guy looked at him for a few seconds, before walking quickly to Arthur.
"Are you sure? I want him in one piece you know-"
"Are you questioning me?" Arthur snarled, making the short man cower under his steely glance. "N-No sir!! I-I mean A-Arthur! No!"
"Then shut up." He barked again before turning away and going up to a woman, who was holding a bottle of holy water and a cloth. She looked at Brown-hair-guy worriedly, but he shook his head.
"Get up. On your knees." Arthur commanded Germany, with a slight purr and the end of his voice. He uncorked the bottle of holy water with his teeth, and spat it out, pouring a small amount in the centre of the cloth, approaching the demon, who was painfully obeying his commands.
Germany watched him come toward him with that toxic water, his knees shaking as he struggled to hold himself up. The bottle was passed around, and other people were pouring it on more strips of cloth, ready to bind over parts of his body. His wrist and ankles hissed in pain, and he was too exhausted to try to scramble away, watching his doom come toward him.
Arthur moved fast, grabbing the back of the demon's head and clamping the holy water soaked cloth over his nose and mouth, tying a tight knot at the back of his neck so he couldn't remove it. The less experienced crew of his client shook as they tried to tie their own soaked bindings over the convulsing demon, getting even more nervous as the demon hunter barked at them to not brush the chalk markings even the slightest.
Germany screamed, feeling the holy water burn through his demonic skin like pure acid. But Arthur's gag was tied well, and his screams barely sounded like what he would expect. His wrists were bound, and so were his ankles. The skin on them blistered and hissed on contact with the holy water.
Brown-hair-guy went next to stand next to the woman from before, keeping his eyes on the demon. The woman, wearing a dark dress and keeping her hair down, was quite obviously a witch. She had a silver necklace than read 'Erica' on her neck. They gripped each other's hands for support, saying nothing.
Germany used all his strength of trying to throw off the bindings, arching his back as the pain took hold of him and his muscles spasmed, panic making him breath in the tiny droplets of holy water on the gag, which caused his lungs to burn. This was much, much worse than the sage.
Arthur laughed evilly as another muffled scream came from the demon. The other men were starting to wonder if he was truly crazy.
One of them, standing at the very back, who was feeling a bit squeamish from the twisted, weird form of torture they were doing. Or it might just be the extra beans he ate making an appearance. He decided he would go out, take a short break, no one would notice.
No one would noticed either when two large, clawed hand grabbed the back of his head and his shoulders, jerking his neck quickly in opposite directions and letting him fall to the ground silently, eyes still open with not even a bit of surprise for his sudden death.
It wasn't until at least four men and a woman had been noticed sprawled on the floor, limp and eyes glassy, necks snapped like matchsticks that the group of humans realized.
They all turned as another snap was heard, and another man felt to his knees, his head lolled unnaturally over his chest and falling head first to the ground, blood pooling around his face.
Brown-hair-guy looked around frantically as his men started to call out in alarm, realizing they were falling like flies. Erica's hand gripped his even tighter, and he looked at her, a rush of panic in his sharp grey eyes.
Their eyes locked for a second, then suddenly, she spurted blood from between her lips. He gasped as caught her quickly as she collapsed, her stomach a gaping hole that was oozing innards and blood all over him and the floor.
He watched the light fade out of her eyes, her last breath stained by the blood filling in her mouth that leaked out as her head lolled to the side when she finally went limp. Shaking with terror and shock, he looked up, only to see two glowing, lamp-like eyes in front of him.
A low, animalistic growl that was so full of raw anger, and made the hairs at the back of his neck stand up, was the last thing he heard. He gurgled as his windpipe was slice right across, and collapsed, dead, his hand still intertwined with Erica's.
Arthur rested a hand on the hilt of his holy dagger at his hip, spinning around quickly to try and find the mystery force that was causing all this panic. Forgetting the convulsing demon in the circle, he went up to inspect one of the dead men closest to him. His throat was ripped out uglily, definitely not by something as neat as a proper weapon. This was raw strength.
Turning around with lighting speed as he heard an ear-piercing scream from someone in the group, he watched as a large shadow held the man's throat in one hand, lifting him up into the air and choking him to death. His dead body was dropped back to the ground, windpipe crushed like a paper straw.
Two yellow, glowing eyes stared straight at him. White, big fangs that were dripping with saliva snarled. Werewolf. Arthur slowly let go of his weapon, changing his plan and trying to find the closest exit. He couldn't defeat a werewolf unarmed. The only option was to run.
Looking around, he realized he was the only man left. His client was dead, and so was the majority of the people in his cult. The big steel door was slightly ajar, which meant someone had managed to escape. Hopefully.
Russia growled lowly, the wolf spirit had completely taken control. The smell of blood in the air only fueled him, and his claws and jaw dripped with the red liquid. He knew this man, Arthur Macneil. The famed demon hunter.
"...I would say this would be a great story to tell, defeating a werewolf with just a dagger." Arthur said slowly, with a practiced calm in his voice. The huge werewolf advanced slowly, and the human could feel the anger radiating off him.
"W-Wait! I'm sure you're here for something. Don't you remember?" He said quickly, an edge of panic in his voice. He just hoped the werewolf's human consciousness was still around to understand him, or he would be dead.
Arthur glanced over at the demon, who was barely moving now, his limbs barely twitching and the hellfire in his eyes burning low. The holy water had probably gone too far, the demon was going to discorporate if it stayed in those soaked binds any longer. He pointed quickly, hoping to divert the werewolf's attention to it.
Russia glanced over at Germany, and the barest spark of his humanity resurfaced in the dark, bloody haze of the curse. And suddenly, Arthur Macneil was gone. Russia growled and tried to chase him down, seeing his probable escape route through the entrance. But a tiny, almost inaudible sound caught his attention, and he turned back to his demon.
'Germany.' He thought, and quickly ran over to the circle. He smudged the chalk lines with his paws, destroying the satanic rites that kept him confided and bound to the person who summoned him.
The demon collapsed as soon as the white markings were brushed into a powdery mess, slumping lifelessly on the ground like a puppet whose strings had been cut. Russia quickly undid the gag, and hissed as raw burns and blisters were revealed on his face that could only be formed when holy met demonic. His wrist and ankles were the same mess of burned skin.
"Germany? Germany baby can you hear me?" He said softly. He didn't dare touch his cheek in fear of hurting him more, and shook him very gently by the shoulder. His fiery eyes were half open, staring at nothing. But he could feel slight inhales and exhales of air from his mouth, he was still alive.
Carrying him bridal style was no big deal, until he heard a weak sound of pain as those beautiful black wings, now seriously injured as well, was touched. Hushing him with quiet apologizes, Russia carefully tucked him in his arms, and ran out of this hellhole. Everyone was dead, the village would be a total mess, but he didn't care.
They ran, as far away as they could from the village, which was still sleeping in semi-peace. He would have to get Arthur and whoever escaped next time. Germany closed his eyes and shielded his face against his boyfriend's chest, too weak to grab a fistful of fur to hang onto.
They made it into a small clearing, which was covered with overgrown canopies of trees. Russia panted heavily, looking down at the small demon that was half curled up in his arms.
"Ger?"
"...liebe..." Germany mumbled softly, the spade tip of his tail flicking slightly in the air. The relief Russia felt sent him to his knees, and he hugged his demon as gently as possible, feeling very ready to cry in joy. The demon made a sound of amusement and patted his chest weakly as comfort.
"What the hell were you doing?" He said. Germany shrugged, but ended up winced in pain. "Was summoned." He said weakly, not being able to talk much from his holy water induced wounds on his face. He grinned slightly, the wounds around his mouth stretching out painfully.
"I'm just so glad you're okay, любовь-" Russia close to sobbed, touching their foreheads together. Germany whined and patting his chest again comfortingly, too tired to do much.
"I'm okay. Promise." He said softly.
"You better be."
"ich liebe dich auch-" Germany teased, blinking tiredly up at his lover. Russia groaned and hugged him tighter as the demon laughed softly, happy to be together again.
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Whew!! This is long, so if you're reading this, I say thank you, and have some love ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤
I hope you guys love this AU as much as I do, I hope I can write more about it <3
I'll staph writing now, its getting ridiculously long, thank you for reading!