AN: I told you guys that it would be a while! So since it's summer, I will have more time to write, but I go to a lot of summer camps, so yeah. I will try to do two week updates, or if I can't make that (probably not) then monthly. Thank you for reading my story and have a good day! Read and Review!
Me: England? I said the disclaimer last chapter~ Now it's your turn~
England: Bloody hell woman! Stay the he-
America: Bro! How's it going?
England: This ridiculous woman wants me to say the disclaimer! (Me: Hey!)
America: What's a disclaimer?
England: A disclaimer is when someone says that the author doesn't own anything in the story except the plot and definitely doesn't own the characters. Because if she did then she wouldn't have to write fanfiction for them.
America and Me: Yes! We did it! We got England to say the disclaimer! Woohoo! *high-five each other*
England: I hate you both.
America and Me: No you don't. We're American.
"Um...Artie? Why are you wearing a dress?"
"It's not a bloody dress! It's a TOGA for Pete's sake! Why is that the first thing you focus on, you just FELL OFF OF A WINDOW LEDGE!" Of course, our American was totally not listening to his *cough crush cough* favorite British person because he had just realized something. Arthur had a HALO. So obviously Alfred had to touch it. While Alfred was coming to this realization Arthur had slowly started getting louder and louder and more red-faced. (For a different reason than when Alfred had him in his arms!)
"Are you even bloody listening to me, you bloody wanker! Fine git, see if I will help you again!" With this exclamation Arthur started turning to go to his basement. He wanted to see if he could cast some magic to help him return to normal. Contrary to what everyone thinks, the wings were actually very blocky and hard to move around with. He had not tried to fly, because for all he knew he would immediately fall and that would not be very gentlemanly of him.
"N-No, Artie wait!" With this desperate cry, Alfred launched himself at Arthur. Unfortunately for Arthur, Alfred hadn't realized that he had wings. Fortunately for Alfred, Arthur's wings were soft so when he crashed into Arthur he didn't hurt himself. The same couldn't be said for Arthur, though.
"Owwww. You fat American get off my wings! You are going to break them!"
"Whoa, wait. You have wings!? I just saw the halo and the dress. I wanna see, I wanna see!" America then preceded to use his "secret" weapon. (Obviously everyone knew about this weapon, since he used it all the time!) America made the most adorable face possible. So far no one had been able to find a cure or was immune to it. He was still laying on top of Arthur, who had twisted around so that his wings were pressed on the floor.
"No! I don't have to show you anything!" Despite his protests, Arthur could feel his resolve weakening. Alfred's eyes were now shining with unshed tears and Arthur couldn't stand seeing him that unhappy.
"Fine. But get the PUH" Alfred had started getting off of Arthur in the middle of his sentence and accidentally kneed him in the stomach. Alfred then reached down, grabbed Arthur's hand, and almost threw him out a window.
"Hah, sorry. Super strength, you know? I keep forgetting about it!" Alfred was just talking, waiting for Arthur to stop freaking out about the fact that he almost got THROWN OUT OF A WINDOW. And you wonder why Arthur didn't like it when Alfred came over… Whatever let's get back to the story... Where were we? Oh yeah, Arthur almost died, Alfred standing there talking, and Arthur is about to show him his wings.
"Fine, git come here. We are going to my room so no fooling around." With that Arthur turned and started heading upstairs to his peaceful (but not for long!) bedroom. Along the way, Alfred was alternating between jabbering on about something or trying to swipe Arthur's halo. Which wasn't very comfortable for Arthur, seeing as how he had to duck every time he saw Alfred's hand move. So understandably, Arthur's patience was pretty much shot by the time they reached his bedroom.
"Come onnnnnnn! You take forever to walk upstairs!" Alfred started complaining as soon as they reached Arthur's bedroom. "I wanna see them now, you promised!" (Queue: Kicked Puppy Dog Eyes) As soon as Arthur looked at Alfred to see why he was quiet (and saw his eyes) his resolve was completely gone.
"A-Alright, but don't do anything weird to them!" With this Arthur turned so that his back was facing Alfred and took off his jacket. He then slowly stretched them out, careful to not hit anything. When they were fully stretched out, he waited for Alfred's reaction.
Alfred was in shock. There really was no better word for it. He was looking at one of his best friends and one of the people he knew the most, with wings attached. He could really only stare… and wonder if Arthur would let him touch the pure white, (looking) super soft, and fluffy wings. Finally he decided that he didn't care if Arthur yelled at him, he could always use his weapon again.
Arthur was about to turn and see if Alfred was okay, when he felt something. On. His. Wings.
"Gah!" Arthur screeched and jumped away from Alfred, while turning so that he could glare at the Yankee.
"What the- What were you doing! I let you look at my wings, and what do you do? You start petting them! I am not a dog! You can't just PET ME!" by this point, Arthur looked positively murderous. Of course, he wasn't about to admit that it had actually felt a little good, he had to keep up his appearance after all!
"Alright, alright. Geez, I'm sorry. They just looked really soft, so I wanted to see if they were. Why are you like this anyway? I guess I forgot to ask you earlier…" Alfred trailed off, because Arthur looked really embarrassed.
"Uh…I… Had a little too much to drink." The last bit was said in an undertone to try and prevent the American from hearing him, but it didn't work. He also lowered his head while he said this, so that Alfred couldn't see his eyes.
"W-Wait a sec. You turned into an angel because you had too much to drink?! Oh, that's priceless! Does this normally happen? Cause, you know, you get drunk like every time there's a meeting. Which is probably not good for your health now that I think about it…" Alfred stopped talking just staring at Arthur who hadn't said a word after he admitted what had happened.
"Artie? Are you ok?" Alfred was now looking at Arthur concernedly. "Normally by this time you've insulted me by calling me one of your cute British terms…"
"Why are you here? You are always making fun of me, so why should this be any different? Hm? I get turned into an angel and you laugh. So again, why are you here?