Gilbert's POV:
I lift my head up groggily as I glance around me, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. I was curled up on the floor of a hospital room. I yawn obnoxiously, lifting my head higher to see Mattie crying silently and softly again. He looks as if he hasn't had a wink of sleep all night, the poor thing.

I try to imagine my poor innocent little bruder* Ludwig in that position. It's too painful.

I stand up slowly and go to rest a hand on Mattie's shoulder. As my hand grazes his shoulder, however, he gives a flinch and moves away, looking up at me with fearful eyes.

It hurts to see him so afraid of me. It's is how I maintain law and order in my home, though, that and it's every demon for themselves in hell. I have Antonio and Français, but they don't count. We have been best friends since, well, forever.

I drag a seat next to him, attempting to make small talk about the weather when Mattie asks: "Excuse me for asking, but why would you want someone like me, well, down... down there... in hell? I'm not going to last two seconds and I'm not very entertaining or overly sized, and I don't even have the prettiest face. Why would you want such a useless Angel like me when you can have someone like them? Someone worth having." He gestures to everyone around him as he speaks.

I reply rather swiftly with, "Simple! Your very cute and you need a self esteem boost! That and you were the one who stole the flower in the first place! The awesome me would never let anyone get away with stealing so easily! Kesesesesesesese~" I finished my statement with my signature laugh as I pat Mattie's back firmly.

Mattie blushes and says, "O-Oh, okay then."

"So, about that tour, when do we start?!"

Mattie looks at me quizzically. "What tour?"

"You know, the one you promised me earlier!"

"I don't remember that..."

"OH COME ON MATTIE! IT'LL BE FUN! KESESESESE~"

I laugh and grab Mattie's arm, racing out of the hospital room and through the building, following the memorised pathway to the exit. I burst out into the sunlight, blinking away the slight darkness of the hospital.

I breath deeply as I stare at Matthew who is trying to adjust his eyes also. "So, where do you live Mattie? No offence but you look like crap. Kesesesese~"

"This way, follow me." He starts walking in the direction of where we came from. I happily skip along beside him.

"Look at that albino kid." "I heard he was the demon king." "He doesn't belong here." "What is that Angel doing with him?" "I don't know, maybe the demon king is controlling his mind." "I wonder he will control next. Maybe the children! Hide the kids! Quickly!"

Mattie turns around and places a pair of earplugs in my hands. "They're always like that with demons, I'm sorry, eh."

We keep walking, me with the ear plugs in and Mattie softly and gracefully walking in front of me. Seriously?! How can you be soft and graceful whilst walking?! Come to think of it, the only other entity I know that does that goes by the name of Français.

We finally stop after what seems like hours.

"You can wait in my bed room whilst I shower. I-If you want, eh." He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly as he grabs yet another bright red maple leaf patterned hoodie with a 'Fall Out Boy' t-shirt for underneath. He grabs a pair of pure white skinny jeans, a pair of odd socks and some boxers (with an interesting maple design... kesesese~) leaving me to sit and wait.

As soon as Matthew walks around the corner into his bathroom, however, I make a beeline for this interesting object in the corner. It turns out to be a picture of his mother, father and brother from long ago. Next to it is a maple leaf necklace. I just wonder what significance these two objects have in Mattie's life.

Mattie's POV:
I strip and turn the nozzle on my shower 180 degrees clockwise. I wait for the dam thing to heat up, checking the bathroom door and triple checking that it's locked. I don't want any unwanted guests sneaking into my shower. I shudder at the thought.

I test the now steaming shower with my hand. It's perfect.

I hop into the shower, biting my tongue as the warm water pounds onto my sensitive wounds, especially my broken wing. The water stinks as it finds the freshly opened cuts.

I wince but continue to wash myself steadily.

I am soon done and I hop out of the shower, switching the nozzle off. I grab the nearest towel, wiping my face, hair, body and eventually wings. I tap them daintily as to not ruffle the feathers or damage the wounds.

My towel comes back spotted with light blood. Nothing too serious. I slip on my boxers first, and then I proceed with the rest of my clothes. I gently place my 'Fall Out Boy' t-shirt over my head and wings, pulling my red hoodie over the top. I then yanked up my skinny jeans after pulling on my boxers, and put on my socks. I rubbed my hair using my towel, being very careful to avoid my stubborn curl.

I cautiously peak out of my door, glancing around to find Prussia exactly where I left him... Hmmmmm.

I grab my brush and delicately brush my hair expertly before turning to Prussia. "So, ready to go?"

"I sure am!" His deep, Crimson eyes show signs of excitement, yet seriousness. Prussia has a very conflicting personality. "THE AWESOME ME IS 100% READY!"

I giggle as he races out the door. "Careful!"

~Time Skip, do you guys mind this? Sorry if you wanted the tour...~

Three hours. Three hours I've had to spend showing the demon king around our usually very polite society. Three hours with people whispering and glaringly accusingly at Prussia.

Then again, he is technically our sworn enemy and he is about to take me to hell and keep me there for eternity. So, really, I should be hating him too. Sadly, obnoxious people lure me in. Just look at my brother.

"Prussia, please, get down from the fountain. I want to go see my brother again. I-If it's not t-too much hassle, eh." I suggest calmly and quietly.

"But Matieeeeee~," he speaks, dragging out his syllables, "It's so much fuuuuuuun up hereeeee~ whooooooooo~!"

"I-I know Prussia, but we have to go. It's getting late."

He pouts for a second before gliding down with one swoop of his leathery, dragon-like wings. "Fine."

In matter of minutes, we are back at the hospital.

I walk up to the desk, "A-ah, excuse me ma'am." I say quietly. She doesn't notice me and continues to tap away on her keyboard, "Ma'am...?" I try again. I sigh, deciding to try one more time, "Ma-"

"OH FOR CRYING OUT LOUD WOMAN! CAN'T YOU HEAR THE KID?!" Prussia's voice booms throughout the room and ruins the peaceful atmosphere of the room.

The poor woman looks frightened to death as she squeaks out, "W-w-which room p-please ."

"Room 21."

"I-It's ten doors down and on the left."

"Danke*."

We then walk swiftly, calmly and silently down the corridor before we see Alfred's room. I open the door, expecting to be greeted with silence.

"Long time no see, little brother."

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Okay guys, suprise! I updated! I hope to have a new chapter done by at least Christmas for you guys! I'm sorry if the chapter is awful xx I'm doing my best. I'm also sorry for how long you had to wait for this chapter. And I'm sorry for the cliffhanger. Gods I'm and awful author aren't I? XD Okay! That's all I have to say for now, and if I don't update: in advance I'm sorry again and MERRY CHRISTMAS GUYS!!! I LOVE YOU ALL!!!! Xxxxxx

bruder* brother

Danke* Thank you