This was a request from prettytigergal1

America is an angel in disguise.

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America has a secret that nobody knows.

Not a single soul.

Many nations wondered so many things about America's personality...

Why was he so forgiving?

Why did he have super strength?

Why was he always so happy?

Why was he so compassionate?

Well, those questions could all be answered if they knew America's hidden treasure. America is not merely a nation, he is an angel. If anybody saw his wings, they would be in awe of their glory. America's wings were as white as the winter's first snow and felt softer than a gentle summer breeze. They sparkled in the sunlight like crystal as if they were made to sparkle. The wingspan was maybe 15 feet wingtip to wingtip and his average feather was about 12 inches in length. His wings only come out when he needs them: if someone needs help getting down from a tall place, if he needs to grab something off a high shelf, or even if he just wants to do a midnight flight. He has learned humans don't take too kindly to different people, especially in the early 1400s when Europeans began to settle on his land. His mother, Native America, taught him a chant that could make his wings disappear and reappear at will.

America has been caught before by angel hunters, however, he was always able to escape. You see, his wings were very rare. They were beautiful, oh yes they were. But they had a special quality to them that no other angel does: they can heal people. America's wings, if plucked (which was exceedingly painful), could heal the sick and wounded completely. His wings could even heal mental disabilities like schizophrenia and terminal illnesses like cancer. The healing properties in the feather did not last long, only for a day. So his captors would often pluck a single feather every day, which America compared to having someone rip off your fingernail straight from the bedding. His feathers always grew back, but it still hurt like Hell.

America hadn't encountered an angel hunter in centuries when one suddenly appeared. It was a normal day, this is where we will begin our story...

"Mattie, you really should try to speak up dude. You have really good ideas," Alfred told his brother as he caught a chair that had been thrown at him in midair, "nice try Cuba! But I always see, even if my back is turned!" Alfred set the chair next to him and snickered at the angry Cuban.

"Alfred, sometimes I wonder aboot you," Mattie began, prompting Alfred to look at him questioningly, "you seem to always smile, even if people are being hosers. You never get mad aboot anything and always manage to forgive others. What's with that, eh?"

"It's because the bloody git is too damn pure for this world! Even as a colony you forgave every tosser who came your way! He even apologized to a horse once when he ran into it!" England stopped choking France, the older nation still in a headlock.

"Oui, I actually agree with Angleterre. Alfred 'as always been zat way. Ze only reason he didn't come with moi iz because this black sheep of Europe was crying!" France poked fun at his lover/rival.

"Excuse me cheesy monkey but nobody asked you!!!" England and France went back to fighting. Canada sighed and excused himself, going over to try helping the two nations stop fighting. China, South Korea, and Japan walked over to America.

"America, aru. I was wondering if you have any news about those trade deals I offered you last meeting?" China quirked a brow as he saw Alfred look through his briefcase.

"All taken care of, China. I plan to give a monthly allowance to your government so long as you don't pull any more of that tariff bullshit. Seriously, I get I'm in debt but still," Alfred rolled his eyes and smiled. He handed the paperwork over to China who was about to take it, when Im Yong Soo pushed China back in excitement. Japan caught the elder nation to prevent him from injuring himself as the paperwork was still in America's hands.

"Jones! We really need to catch up! Have you heard any new pop songs! Pop originated in me da-ze!" The bouncy S. Korea happily bantered on while America helped up China and gave him the paperwork. China and Japan bowed and walked off as Im Yong Soo was still talking Alfred's ear off.

"AMERICAAAAAAAA~" the two nations heard a high pitched squeak getting closer. America flexed his arm as Italy swung on it like a baboon, laughing.

"Me too, da-ze!" America flexed his other arm as once again, S. Korea copied what Italy was doing.

"Ze awesome me von't be left out!" Prussia latched onto America's back like a koala.

"Hey! Don't forget about me broshinky!" Denmark latched to America's muscular chest.

"America! Don't hurt yourself, lad!" Scotland shouted with a sly smile. Alfred was about to reply when he heard two childish giggles and felt a weight latch onto both his legs. He looked down and saw Sealand and Latvia laughing. At this point, most nations' attention was brought to America who, in order to walk, literally waddled side to side like he was in a full-body cast. Belgium was laughing, as was Ukraine and Hungary.

"America? How on Earth are you so strong? I do not even think little brother could handle all those weights," Katyusha playfully jested, patting Russia. Russia chuckled and got up, walking over to America and sweeping him off his feet.

"You were saying, big sister?" Ivan replied smugly. All the nations began to laugh now, it was nice having America around. Before, these meetings would be so boring. Now, it was as if all of them were 100 again. Even the elderly China felt a few millennials younger, but he won't admit the reason was America.

"Everybody! Zis meeting is adjourned! Ve vill pick up vhere ve left off tomorrow!" Germany was rubbing his temples but still had a small smile.

"Yo! How about we all go out tonight?! My treat!" America yelped while everyone was packing up. A few cheers erupted but mostly everyone agreed, "cool! Be at the West Cherrywood Pub at 7!" all the nations left to go get ready, as it was already 5 o'clock.

AT THE CLUB

Alfred had rented out the entire venue for his nation friends and just finished setting up. He was dressed in a white muscle tee with nice dark jeans and red hightops. Many of the nations arrived on time, but there were a few tardy ones who were fashionably late (*cough* Poland).

The night was crazy: consisting of a DJ Hong Kong playing bass remixes of music mashups with songs from the 2000's to 2010's, a pole dance off between France and America and America winning, a drinking competition between the Germanic siblings to which Lili won, Denmark and Norway playing seven minutes in Heaven for a half hour, a semi drunk Sweden trying to stop a fuming drunk Finland from killing the nations who were staring at his baby America, drunk England receiving a lap dance from his drunker lover France, Prussia and Canada sneaking away not even an hour in and not appearing for the rest of the night, an international dance battle with Spain tangoing with Romano against Italy and Germany's schuhplattler dancing, Japan starting a conga line with mascaras to which everyone joined, and China videotaping the whole thing laughing his drunk ass off. The night was absolutely nuts.

To make sure everybody got home safe, Alfred ordered a few government officers to escort the nations back to the hotel as he tidied up the club. He hoped to at least get three hours of sleep for the meeting at 9 AM. It was nearly 4AM when Alfred was almost done. He heard the door open and felt a light breeze. He cocked an eyebrow, he knew he locked the door. He turned around and saw the door was still closed and there wasn't any sign of it opening. Alfred, being a bit tipsy, just shrugged it off. He bent over to grab a bag of trash when a crack sounded from the back of his head. Alfred dropped to the ground with a thud as the mystery assailant dragged him off.

The meeting was about to begin, many nations hungover as all Hell. They were only waiting for one nation: America. They were in the meeting room in total silence which was helping to cure their hangovers quicker. Everybody perked up when they heard the door creak open, but sunk back when they saw it was just some random official.

"May ve help jou?" Germany asked seriously. The man pulled out his badge, he was a private police detective.

"Detective Gabe Duncan, I'm with the United States government. As of o 400 today, America was reported missing from the venue of last night. He had given the government escorts strict orders to make sure you arrived back to your respected hotel rooms safely and to not return until said deed was done. However, upon revisiting the nightclub they found no trace of America. He had stayed behind to clean up a bit, so we tried contacting him. We haven't gotten in touch with him as of yet, so if he does come up please give me a call," Gabe handed a business card to Germany, who promptly nodded as he left. Many of the nations were now paranoid. If America could get kidnapped, what did that mean for them?

"Alfie...is m-missing?" Matthew whispered as he began to shake. Prussia races to his side and began to rock him. England began to have a panic attack, to which France offered support and a hug. Russia was angry, he wasn't drunk last night. He offered to stay with America and help him clean, but the younger nation insisted that Ivan needed rest. Russia left America alone and now he was missing!

CRASH

Russia destroyed a side table, shattering it into splinters. It startled all the nations, even Sweden jumped a few inches off his chair.

"I'm going to kill whoever has him... My poor Fredka..." Ivan began to hyperventilate, so Lithuania and China began to pay his back.

"Well, whoever has him better not hurt him... If I find my nephew with a single scratch or bruise, I'll beat the assailants heads in!" Scotland cracked his knuckles.

"Ve~ Do you think America is ok?" Italy whispered to Germany, who shrugged.

"I vish I could say yes... But I don't vant to give jou false hope..." Germany hugged Italy as he began to cry.

South Korea curled into a ball and wept quietly, earning himself a rare hug from his twin brother and Japan. Many of the female nations were worried. Vietnam, Hungary, and Belarus were already preparing a vast amount of weapons. Finland had anger boiling inside him and all the other Nordics felt it. It wasn't wise to get in his way when someone hurt his children, and America was considered to be one of them. Suddenly, Norway and Romania went rigid.

"Something isn't right in the magical world!" Romania exclaimed as he rubbed his head. Norway got out a book and began to feverishly flip through the pages. He finally landed on a spell and got out his wand, chanting an incantation before a wide screen appeared. It showed America chained to a rock wall by his wrists and waist. He was beaten up badly and he was shivering from the bitter cold. Many nations stood up and Norway began to walk through when he was electrocuted. He fell back and panted.

"It won't let me through! Something is blocking the portal!" Norway grunted in frustration. That's when they heard a metal door creak open. They all looked to the screen and saw a cloaked man walked towards Alfred.

"Will you corporate now?" the man's voice sounded raspy, as if he had gargled nails. Alfred glared at him and remained silent. That's when a large black boot flew into Alfred's ribs, the man had kicked Alfred with such force the nation indented the wall. Alfred still did not utter a sound, "ya know. I can let you go right now if you give me what I want... It doesn't have to be this difficult... Just one..."

"You know damn well this won't be a one time thing... Get away from me..." Alfred's voice held such venom it sent shivers up the other nations' spines. The man grunted and snagged Alfred's face harshly, squishing his chin and cheeks. The man's eyes glowed a bright red and Alfred tried to look away, but the man tightened his hold. Alfred's eyes began empty as the red color engulfed them.

"Now that you won't talk back or disobey me... Say the chant..." the man commanded. Alfred's head numbly moved, like he was a zombi.

"Ichiababa Gurikan Ajutiz Dara Pospocan," the words were literally nothing to the nations. But then they saw what the gibberish chant did. Alfred's wings sprouted from his back and fluttered. The man quickly yanked a feather, which immediately snapped Alfred out of the trance and made him cry in pain. When Alfred saw the wings on his back he was mortified. He then looked up to see the man holding one of his feathers. He undid his cloak and a ragged old man was revealed, his features disgusting and ugly.

"Let's see if my theory works," he said as he fanned himself with the feather. To the nations shock, sparkles were coming from the feather as the man engulfed himself in the blinding glitter. When the light faded, he was shown to be younger. Much, much younger. The man looked as if he was over 100 before, but now he could be no more than 25.

"What the Hell just happened?" Alfred asked, his eyes widened in fear. He wasn't aware of this property.

"Old age is an illness in its own respected right. I deducted that if your feathers could heal the sick and injured, I figured it could grant immortality as well," the man chuckled wickedly, "I wonder how much someone will pay to for eternity. A few million at the least. Heathen!" the man shouted and a scraggly servant ran in and bowed.

"Master, you needed assistance?" The timid servant said.

"Get him ready for the auction, I want to get every penny I can from him. That will require his wounds to be healed and for him to be dressed in something no less than angelic. I will come back in an hours time, do a good job and I will feed you a hot meal tonight," the man stormed out, whacking the servant roughly out of the way. After picking himself up, the young male servant undid the chains from the wall and led Alfred to a large hot spring.

"Does he always treat you so harshly?" Alfred asked as he was being stripped by the small servant. The boy was shaking terribly but remained silent, "can I at least address you by your proper name. I highly doubt Heathen is your birth name,"

"Master has gifted me with the name, so it is my name. I owe him my life," Heathen explained as he stitched up a deep whiplash.

"You don't owe him anything. Even if he saved your life, the was he treats you is barbaric, and that's me being polite," Alfred hissed at the pain.

"What would a lowly prisoner such as yourself know of such a thing," Heathen defended his master.

"Because I am able to see it in your eyes. You are hurting, Heathen. But your fear prevents you from doing anything about it," Alfred explained as Heathen helped him from the bath and dried him off. He then went to a wardrobe and pulled out a float white gown, it looked just like the one he wore as a colony. Heathen undid and chain and slipped it on him, he looked like a sex slave with how the gown barely covered him. Alfred blushed darkly as the chains were locked up again.

"NO!!!" England banged roughly at screen, body slamming into it. He finally fell through, much to everyone's surprise. Within an instant, Russia, Canada, Prussia, and France followed. Denmark, Sweden, and Finland loaded their weapons before going in. They all plopped into the room where Alfred was, startling the two. England had the pirate gleam in his eyes, the stare that made thousands of ships surrender their treasure, "get away from my son..." he growled at Heathen, who immediately back away. Matthew ran up and cupped America's cheeks as Russia was about to shatter the chains. However, a bunch of demons flew into the room and dragged Alfred away with god like strength.

"Mattie! Vanya! Iggy!" America cried to the three nations as he was roughly pulled away. Matthew snapped when he heard his brother plea his name. His mauve eyes darkened and he got out a hockey stick from no where. His breaths were animalistic as he lunged at the demons that got in his way. Finland and Sweden had automatic weapons, so they cleared the way for the rest of the nations. Matthew has a major head start and was running like a bat out of Hell to find his baby brother.

"Al!!! Alfie!!!" Matthew screamed, scared. He heard a bang from down a corridor and crying, his brother's crying. Matthew flew down that hallway as he saw his brother get thrown onto a plank. The man who so roughly tossed his brother than pulled a lever, making Alfred move up and the ceiling opening.

"MAT-" the ceiling closed with his brother now gone from sight. Canada began to cry and slaughtered the demon who pulled the trigger. He then pulled the lever only to find a different slave. Matthew didn't waste anytime and quickly snagged the other man, "where's the angel that was there?! Tell me NOW!!!" Matthew's voice boomed.

"He was sold in not even a minute for 16 billion! I'm sorry I don't know to who or where he is! Please don't hurt me!" The slave stuck out his hands in fear. Matthew began to cry as he fell to his knees. He clenched his fists and punched the plank.

"DAMMIT!!!" Canada yelled as tears streamed down his face.

"Birdie!" Prussia ran to his side and hugged him. The others finally caught up and were panting. Most of them were covered in blood.

"Where's yee brother, lad?" Scotland asked looking around.

"I was too late, he was already sold. I didn't get there fast enough," Canada weeped. All the nations felt their hearts break into pieces at the news. Their angel, literal angel, was gone. They all began to bead back to the portal, but found a tall cloaked man and Alfred standing there. Matthew was frozen but suddenly tackled his brother with a tight hug. The cloaked figure revealed himself with a smile.

It was Ivan!

"Nobody will touch my dear Fredka so long as I live," Russia kissed Alfred, who hugged his neck back. The nations all went home from there.

Alfred's wings became a big part of the nations' lives. Alfred often times would fly messages for them, using an invisibility cloak he had gotten from Vlad. He helped the nations with transport, especially Latvia and Liechtenstein. He also entertained them and healed them. Alfred's wings were a constant reminder that the nations had been gifted such a sweet soul. They made sure from that day on NO ONE ever hurt their beautiful angel again.