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Okay, so I can't find the original request of the first two parts of the fill that I did already, so I am just reposting it here but the original requests and fills were in part 5... I'm pretty sure. So yeah that said, on with the story.

The Devil In Me {Prologue}

"Ah.. It hurts." muttered a small America clutching his chest. He lay in his bed, face flushed with heat, eyebrows furrowed in pain. England sat in a wooden chair next to the boys bed, moping the sweat from his younger brother's brow with a cool washcloth. His eyebrows matched the furrowing of the small boy in the bed, but his from worry. America had been feeling ill, and England had been doing his best as an older brother to care for him, but as much as he tried nothing he did seemed to help. The pain appeared to be getting worse, not better, and the evidence of that was an angry welt that seemed to grow bigger every day down the middle of America's chest.

Tears prickled the corners of the boy's eyes and England felt as though he would cry himself. He knew what the problem was. The problem was him. He and all of his people, pouring over this new continent, and how they were clashing. Clashing with the natives, those who had lived there so much longer, who had probably feed America and sheltered him before he even knew he existed. These people were killing each other, and while Arthur felt the pang of death, Alfred, as he had named the nation, felt the pain of a country at war with itself. That was a pain that hurt much more, that was no doubt tearing Alfred apart. And England, could do nothing but sit there and worry and blame.

Blame himself for helping to cause this pain, though he knew he would never leave. Leaving would be akin to giving up, and the British Empire never backed down. Perhaps some soup... he thought and began to stand. Reaching his full height he began to turn, but Alfred's hand shot out towards his and held it in a tight grip, stopping him from leaving.

"E-england, don't, don't leave me." said Alfred, inhaling quickly in between each word in an attempt to alleviate the pain. He looked at Arthur with his bright blue eyes, full of worry and hurt.

"I'm just going to make you some soup, I'll be right back." he assured the boy and felt America's grip loosen. "Try and get some rest." he finished, turning from his young charge. Allowing himself a small smile he left the room taking comfort in the fact that America didn't want him to leave his soil just as much as he did. I'll see you through this, he thought. You'll be all right.

The door closed and the sounds of banging pots and pans began to make their way to America from the other room. It was then that a wind began to stir in Alfred's room. Eyes half lidded in pain and with shallow breaths he pushed himself up in bed. Glancing at the window he noticed that it was closed. Confusion set in as the wind began to swirl more quickly around the room, rustling his hair and cooling his skin. Suddenly the winds gathered at the foot of Alfred's bed, collecting to make a small whirlwind. Then suddenly, with a flash a man stood in the room.

Alfred gazed at him in wonder. This man, though the more he looked at him the less of a man he saw, stood at around six feet. His black hair was wild and was shorn like a mop around the top of his head from which two small black horns protruded. There was nothing else odd about him from his head to his chest until you came to his torso where a forked tail could be seen swaying behind him. He wore breaches and a shirt , but no shoes, and instead of feet he had cloved hooves, like that of a goat. His skin was pale white and his eyes were red.

It was then that America began to feel afraid. A brief, but intense pain shot through his chest and he cried out before glaring at the man as though he had caused it.

"What do you want?" he asked rudely, feigning bravery. The man only smirked in response. He walked towards the bed, moving closer, still not saying a word. America backed away out of instinct, but his back hit the headboard of his bed. He felt trapped. Sitting on his bed the man looked at America, red eyes meeting blue and clashing.

"It hurts. Doesn't it." the man asked, his voice smooth and silky. It was comforting, America felt his pain briefly slip away.

"Yes." he answered feeling strangely calm.

"If you want, I can make the pain go away."

"Go.. Away?" asked Alfred, confused.

"Yes. I can make it go away, all you have to do is give me something in return."

"Give?" asked America, his senses telling him something was wrong with this. He broke away from the stranger's gaze glancing instead at his toy rabbit. He felt suddenly anxious, and worried.

"Yes. Give." the man said.

"But what could I possibly give to you." began America. He looked around his room in an attempt to find something suitable. His eyes fell upon his toy rabbit, Flopsy. He yelped and quickly gathered the toy into his arms. "Not Flopsy, right?!" he asked, worried for his beloved keepsake.

The man chuckled. America shivered.

"No, I don't want Flopsy." he said, moving his face closer to the boy's. Alfred noticed the stranger was smirking.

"What I want," he continued, "is you."

Suddenly all the pain America had been feeling came back full force.

"Aah!" Alfred shouted as the pain tore through his chest. He felt like he was on fire. He slumped back, eyes closed, breathing quickly.

"You will be bound to me," the man talked on through Alfred's scream, "and in return all this pain" he said in a pitying voice, "will be gone. You want something and I want something. There's nothing wrong with that."

Alfred could barely comprehend the man the pain was so intense. His vision blurred with unshed tears, and the only thought in his mind was that this man could make it stop, he could make it all stop. "A-ah All right. I'll do it." Alfred said, and before he had time to even think about what he was saying the man grabbed Alfred's hand.

"What are you doing!?" said America startled. He tried to fight it.

"Finishing the deal."

The man then moved his free hand upwards and literally pulled a small dagger from thin air. He then quickly, but precisely made a cut across the boys palm. He let go of Alfred's hand and America immediately cradled the wounded appendage against his chest. Then the stranger cut his own palm.

"Shake my hand." he commanded.

America flung out his injured hand and the man took it in his own. One firm shake later, the man was gone and Alfred was left sitting in his bed, with a wounded hand and a still aching chest. Is that it? he thought, then his eyes rolled up into the back of his head and he promptly collapsed.

Some time later England entered the room with a hot liquid he thought he'd call soup (no one else would) to see Alfred sleeping peacefully. With a smile he set the soup down on the chair in case America would be hungry later when he woke up and then went to bed himself. England was still sleeping soundly when the first rays of light came into America's room to splay across his face. With a moan Alfred rubbed his eyes and turned away from the window. What a strange dream that was... he thought drifting back to sleep. When he woke up in the morning his fever was gone, England was happy and cold "soup" was waiting for him. The boy conveniently forgot to wonder about the angry scar on his hand.

The Devil in Me {Chapter 4}

"Germany, Germany!" shouted an anxious Italy as he saw the other man inside the world meeting room. Italy thought that he would get their early and wait for him since he was so anxious, but the other man was already there. Italy supposed that he would never be more on time than Ludwig.

Feliciano ran toward the man and when he saw how he looked, he pulled him into a tight embrace. Ludwig had bags under his eyes that gave away his lack of sleep, and in addition to that his skin looked sallow, as though he were the one that was ill instead of his brother. Germany did not even respond to Italy's hug like he normally would have (with embarrassed shouting), he just sat there. Italy felt as though his heart was breaking.

"Germany... What is it. What's wrong with Prussia?" he asked. Other people began filtering into the meeting room. Switzerland, Austria and a few other early birds. Germany glanced at them before looking at Italy, andFeliciano could see the sadness in his eyes as he contemplated how to answer the question.

"He's..." he trailed off for a bit before clearing his throat, "He's very sick. They will need to keep him at the hospital for awhile." Germany looked away from Italy and back down to the table.

Italy was scared, "Whats wrong?" he asked again. Looking for more details.

"His body is attacking itself and his organs are starting to fail."

Italy sat down in his seat next to Germany and put his hands over his face. Then he felt a hand on his shoulder and gentle but concerned voice ask, "Italy-san, what is wrong?"

"Oh, Japan!" he said standing up suddenly and hugging him as well. Japan was taken aback.

"I-I-Ita-"

"Prussia's sick Japan!"

"What?" asked Japan, thrown off by the answer, "Is it serious?" he asked, looking to Germany.

The German man nodded his head once in confirmation, "Japan, Italy... I would appreciate it if you kept this quiet. I don't think brother would appreciate everyone knowing." he told them. He didn't even want to tell me... he finished in his head.

"Germany-san, I understand, but should you need anything, don't hesitate to ask." said Japan. They weren't allies anymore, but Japan still considered both Italy and Germany to be his friends.

"Oh Japan! Thank you so much!" said Italy loudly hugging him tighter before finally letting him go, much to Japan's appreciation.Kiku bowed slightly to both Italy and Germany before walking off to take his seat. Italy sat down and Germany looked around, noting Austria looking at him questioningly from further down the table, but saying nothing. Romano, meanwhile, was glaring at Germany for somehow upsetting his brother as he walked up to the table and took a seat next toFeliciano. However, he was stopped from asking the Potato bastard what he'd done when Feliciano threw his arms around him too. Japan noted from his seat that this was likely to be a repeat occurrence throughout the day.

Just as Roman was about to cuss Italy out for startling him like that, his brother said softly, "Fratello, never leave me." into his ear, shocking South Italy.

"Of course I won't, dammit." he finished, embracing North Italy in return before throwing a glare at an unnoticing Germany. This was all that potato bastard's fault somehow, he knew it. Italy sniffled and pulled out of the hug, looking at his brother with a smile of gratitude. That's when Spain walked in.

"Oh, look at that! How cute, my little tomato!" he said seeing the two in a brotherly embrace.

"God dammit!" shouted Romano before running in the other direction. Italy blinked once or twice before deciding not to think about that too much and sit down, but one look at Germany made him think of Prussia and his heart ached for Ludwig. He never wanted to face what Germany was going through, and it was with a loud sniffle and a swipe at his teary eyes that a bickering America and England entered the room.

I accidentally replied to the wrong thing so it's out of order. Thanks!

-writer!anon

When dealing with devils, there are a couple of things you should know. The first of these is that devils aren't really devils at all. Well, actually, saying that they weren't always devils is probably more accurate (though honestly it depends on who they were before). All devils, every single one of them, used to be human. Devils weren't born, they were made from humans who sold their souls for earthly pleasures, and when these soulless beings died, and left those pleasures behind, that's when they paid their price. They became devils. Wealth, fame and power were all things that could be easily achieved for the small fee of eternal damnation. To some the cost seemed worth it.

It was upon death that those humans without souls transformed into, something else, something monstrous. From that point on they served only their master and continued to live on after death only to serve him. However, without their souls they couldn't exist in the afterlife for very long, and this is the second thing you need to know. Devil's need to collect souls to live, it's as precious to them as food or water to us. So the vicious cycle begins, for, in order to continue their wretched existence they need to take the souls of others, dooming their victims, in turn, to the same miserable fate. The damnation continues, in an endless loop, though that isn't to say the devils didn't enjoy it.

To many devils the taking of a soul and the making of a deal was a great game. The enjoyment of tricking a righteous soul was one of the few things they took pleasure in, and believe you me, tricking is the right word too use, for "righteous" souls rarely got what they were seeking in exchange. This was something that made making the deal all that much more pleasurable for the devils.

Which brings us to the third thing that you needs to know when dealing with devils. They could only use their abilities to protect themselves, or to make deals. Hurting a human without a deal's stipulation was out of the question. Using their power on angel's was fine but to harm humans they had to find wormholes in their contracts. The longer a devil lives the more powerful he becomes. The same power increase occurs with the number of souls. The last thing one needs to know about devil's is that devils can never heal, only destroy.

That being said meet the extenuating circumstances. A group of 5 devils unlike any others. The difference: they are still alive. Well technically their other selves are the ones who are "living," but why bother with specifics. Each one of them a personified nation, and also a devil. Ever wonder how sometimes countries made it through harsh wars, famines, and the like? Let's just say not every nation was above deal making.

They each knew each other, real selves and not, but it had become somewhat of a joke of their master that they refer to each other using different names. No one knew why, perhaps he found calling them by their female or roman names funny? In either case these devils, despite being their selves other halves, were not the personified nations. No, they were devils, they dealt in souls, not politics. Having another name felt... appropriate.

The oldest nation devil was Sweden, or as he was known to their group Svea. No one knew what deal he had made, but he was the oldest of all of them. He had been the first nation their master had gathered to him, though no one was quite sure how long ago that was. His specialty in soul gathering (for they each had a type of soul they excelled at collecting) was bullies. Though honestly, he was so old and powerful at this point there weren't many souls he couldn't convince. That is, if they could understand what he was saying.

The second oldest was Romulus. That's South Italy for those in the know. Of course, outside of their group there weren't many who did. Romulus rather enjoyed anonymity. The reason he had become a devil was for fear of disappearing. At least, that is what the other nation devils had gathered from his many off color comments. He was second oldest, but not second most powerful, he was rather awful at making deals with people. Honestly, some were surprised he hadn't already "starved to death" from lack of souls. This foul-mouthed devils specialty was, well really, he didn't have one. He really needed to work on this whole "deal" thing.

The third oldest, most powerful, and the self-proclaimed leader of the group was Columbia, or as mortals knew him The Jersey Devil. He didn't take to being referred to as a girl and used his other moniker wherever he could, of course the others didn't care if he liked it or not. In fact, they rather liked that he didn't like it. His other self was the personification of the United States of America. He was definitely the individual who was the most messed up as a result of his deal. Where as all the others knew about their other selves (though their other selves, thankfully, remained blissfully unaware of their existence) Columbia did not.The others often thought this had something to do with his other self's constant hero talk. After all, heroes didn't go around stealing their citizens souls. Still, no one could say so for certain. Well except for Svea, that is. Svea often knew more than the others, the trick was getting him to share the information. As for Columbia, his soul specialty was the greedy.

The fourth devil by age was Poland's other self, Polonia. His deal was his country's "resurrection", his specialty was the vain, and he was quickly rising in power, despite the fact that he was very picky about the kind of souls he took. After him was the youngest devil, Cauli, also known as Korea. His deal had something to do with his demented sister, but if you asked him about it his general jovial nature would disappear as would his otherwise incessant chatter. The wound must still have been too fresh. Svea found it quite sad, Romulus wished he could get Polonia to shut up just as quickly. Columbia, well, he never cared about any of them, the only thing he focused on was getting his next soul.

"Like, why do we have to keep having meetings and stuff?" asked Polonia lounging on the second step of the stairs that circled their meeting room. The entire room was made of red clay with a pit in the center of an unmeasurable depth. In the pit was a fire, and the room's only source of light and warmth. The fire had never gone out and probably never would. No one knew why, though they suspected it had something to do with the fact that they were in hell.

"B'ss s'ys so. Thas why." anwered Svea, sounding incredibly bored from his spot at the door way. His appearance and Polonia's were both noticably inhuman. Of course this was to be expected since devils and humans were really nothing alike in any other facet. Appearance was no different. Still, compared to less powerful devils who were completely incapable of changing shape from their lowest and most primitive form, they weren't as different as you'd think. Svea, for example, as he lent against the entryway, had his large navy blue leathery wings a bit outstretched so they were flat against his back and curled around his arms a bit in the front. Svea's wings were as tall as he was and perfectly matched the three small spikes that jutted horizontally from each collar and cheek bone. He was one of the only two nation devils to have hooves for feet.

Polonia's wings were much smaller than Svea's and reached only from the top of his shoulder to the top of his hips. There color was red and matched his tail which was long and skinny and ended with a spade. Also, unlike Svea's leathery wings, his were feathered. As he lay on his stomach, goat horned head propped on one hand waiting for their final member, his tail flicked back and forth in the air above his body. Cauli seemed to find the movement entirely entertaining and excitedly followed it to and fro with his eyes. His whole head moved one way than the other in an endless loop causing his black hair to sway gently around the small bull horns that protruded from his head. Suddenly without warning, he pounced!

"Ah! Like, what the hell Cauli!" Shouted Polonia, as he tumbled with the other devil to the floor. He tried to turn around and mar the idiots face with his well polished and filed to a point claws, but couldn't reach with Cauli sitting on top of his back hands clutching his tail.

"Damnit!" Shouted Romulus , stomping over to them. His black wings were tattered, as though they had been clawed apart by some vicious animal. His tail was long, curling up and ending in a point, somewhat like a dogs tail. "What are you doing now Cauli?" he shouted barring his fangs.

Cauli just smiled up at the looming Romulus, showing his own fangs and stretching the stripe marks on his face. Stripe marks that continued down, covering the rest of his body as well. His smirk only infuriated Romulus even more. Polonia was still struggling beneath the Korean devil's girth.

"Get... off" he huffed, it was hard to breath with the man crushing his ribs.
"But tails originated in me!" said Cauli cheerfully.

"Get the fuck off him idiot!" said Romulus and he started to tug on Cauli, arms wrapped around his waist, but the stubborn idiot's grasp on Polonia's tail was iron clad.

"OW!" shouted Polonia. Everytime Romulus tugged on Cauli, Cauli tugged on Polonia's tail. And it hurt. Meanwhile, Cauli was flapping his small leathery purple wings in Romulus' face in an attmept to make him let go.
"You'll never take me alive!" he said smiling.
"Fuck! Cut it out, idiot." said Romulus as he got a particularly forceful wing slap to the face.

All the while Svea watched them silently from his place by the door. Th'r like childr'n he thought to himself.

This was the scene that the last member of their group walked in on. He was a bit perplexed to say the least, but it's not like this was anything new, their group got into fights all the time. It was how they bonded. Sort of.

"C'lumbia." said Svea in a voice of gratitude. Finally he was here and they could start the meeting.

Columbia frowned at the greeting turning his ram horned head to Svea, "I wish you guys would call me Jersey Devil, everyone else does."

Columbia folded his arm's across his chest. His long forked tail curling around his waist and his white leathery wings, almost as large as Svea's moved out slightly with Columbia's aggravation before returning to their folded position. Like Svea, Columbia had hooved feet.

"Like, OW, that's just cause, OOOOW, CAULI SERIOUSLY, CUT IT OUT! They don't know what a pretty, CAULI I SWEAR, name you have." said Polonia. His mangled sentence took Columbia a few minutes to decipher.

"Hey! Like Polonia is any better!" he said when he finally figured out that Polonia was insulting him, however his words were completely ignored, for it was at this moment that Romulus finally managed to tug Cauli off the feather-winged devil.

"URI NARA MANSAE!" shouted Cauli as he fell backward onto Romulus making them both tumble to the floor.

"DAMN IT!" shouted Romulus for what everyone who knew him knew wouldn't be the last time.

After a moment or two of struggling the two separated and stood up, Cauli looking victorious and confident and Romulus looking as pissed off as ever. Polonia, still on the floor, rolled over onto his back, and said with a tired sigh, "Can we like, just start the meeting already?"

Shaking himself out of the slight stupor the debacle he had just witnessed had thrown him into, Columbia took a prideful stance, and throwing a pointed finger in the air shouted "Let this month's monthly Kill those Damned Angel's meeting begin!" However he hadn't really needed to shout that because at Polonia's words everyone had begun to shuffle towards their appointed spots on the bottom most step that circled the whole room. Taking his seat opposite Svea, Columbia called the meeting to order.

"All right, first off has anyone encountered any asshole angels lately?" he asked the others, looking around smiling. At the question, Polonia looked away and avoided Columbia's gaze. Romulus was the first to speak up. "Yeah and I'm still pissed about it! Just as I was about to get a soul, that bastard Venesia showed up and cast a miracle on the fucking human so that he didn't need my deal anymore. Gah, I can't stand that idiot!" he shouted pounding his fists down onto his legs in frustration.

"Right then." said Columbia before turning to the other nations. The all had something to say about the angels in their regions. Ever since the devils could remember they had always been trying to destroy the angels by order of their master. However, to this day none of them had succeeded in even figuring out where the angel's headquarters (if they had one that is) where. In addition to this abysmal fact, they also knew only the names and frequented locations of two angels. One of these was Venesia, an angel that frequently foiled Romulus' attempts at soul stealing in Italy, and Sinae, who often messed up Cauli's deals. Not that Cauli seemed to mind. Still, Sinae wasn't sighted in Cauli's base of operation (South Korea) very often, leading Columbia to believe that he did not operate exclusively in Korea, as Cauli did. There were other angels they knew, like a Britannia that Cauli had admitted to meeting once, but they did not know his location and he was rarely seen by the other devils. There was also the unnamed angel Svea mentioned offhandedly once or twice.

Sometimes Columbia felt like maybe the other nations didn't want to catch those bastard angels. Not that it was of much concern to Columbia, he had never been stopped from closing a deal by an angel. Still, it was something that always confused the Jersey Devil, their master had asked them to carry out this duty and they should do it. No, he must have been imagining it. No doubt the other devils in their group would kill those dirty angels if they could.

When all points of discussion had been reached and all information had been shared, Columbia called the meeting to an end. "All right, see you guys next month!" he said with a smile, getting up to leave. The others did the same and as they neared the door, Columbia heard Polonia mutter to Svea, "Like, this meeting and the world meeting on the same day? I am soo tired." he said, with extra emphasis on the 'so.' "What world meeting?" asked Columbia, loudly, not caring that Polonia's comment had been meant solely for Svea's ears. As all the other devils avoided his eyes Columbia started to get suspicious. "Hey, you guys aren't in another club without me, are you?" the forked-tailed devil asked eyes narrowing. " O' Course nah." said Svea, looking him in the eyes. His face not even twitching. Well, he looked like he was telling the truth. Still... "Whatever." said Columbia shaking his head, turning around and continuing out the door. Polonia, frowned and turned to Svea. "He like, really doesn't know, does he?" Svea shook his head in response, and as Polonia shook his own head with a sigh at the separation of self Columbia possessed, he passed through the door, and back to his real life, his other life. To the unknowing Poland, who was for reasons he didn't know, suddenly very tired, and as he got into bed and began to fall asleep, he deeply felt that emptiness that he always felt as all thoughts left his brain. -------------------------End Chapter 1 - Next time: The World Meeting!

The Devil In Me {Chapter 2}

America awoke with a yawn to the beep beep beep of his alarm clock. Turning it off he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and sat up from his bed. He let out another yawn and blinked blearily, just sitting in bed for a moment or two trying to gather his thoughts. Damn he was tired, which wasn't really anall together unusual occurrence at this time of day but, If he remembered correctly he had actually gone to bed quite early the night before. He hadn't slept funny either. He tilted his head to the side and looked out the hotel window. Oh well, guess he'd just have to try his best to stay awake at the world meeting today. Throwing back the covers he got out of bed and set about completing his morning routine.

An hour later he stepped out of his house in a gray suit, black briefcase, and a half eaten piece of toast in his mouth. He hailed a taxi and without thinking wiped the grease from his buttered toast onto his suit pants. As the yellow cab pulled up he got inside and told the driver where exactly he needed to be. As the hustle and bustle of the busy city that surrounded him moved quickly by, his mind wandered and soon he found himself yawning again. Jeez, what had happened that had made him so tired, he wondered, but quickly shoved the thought out of his mind as the cab come to a halt outside his destination. Paying the driver he stepped inside, prepared to face his fellow nations. With his trusty doodle, er, notepad tucked safely away in his briefcase, he was ready to take what was sure to be a lengthy meeting head on.

Predictably as soon as he walked through the large double doors to their meeting room he was greeted with an insult from the nation's favoriteBrit.

"Honestly America, I thought even you would know to wear clean clothes to a meeting like this." said England from his seat at the table, crossing his arms in front of him and looking at America with annoyance.

Huh?, thought America looking down at his outfit to only just now notice the grease stain his toast had left behind. And this was a new suit too... he lamented too himself, but of course he would never make it look as though something England said could upset him.

"Huh? Why, is someone important going to be here?" asked Alfred with a broad innocent looking grin. England reddened and spluttered.

"This is a world meeting, you moron, it's important enough by itself!" shouted England, hands clenched into fists at his side.

"Oh, well sorry, you see the guy who raised me was a real idiot, so I never learned these things."

Arthur knew England was just messing with him now. The little brat, "Not for lack of trying you im-"

A non purposeful, but well placed yawn in the middle of England's sentence only served to infuriate the other shorter man to the point of incoherence and make America even more amused. The one good things about these world meetings was getting to annoy the old man. He got angry so easily. Getting him this mad wasn't even a challenge. Taking a seat at the table along with the other last-minute arriving nations he opened his brief case and took out the papers he was expected to present at today's meeting. He also took out his notepad, which was definitely not for doodling, and a pen. Fifteen minutes later the meeting had started and Alfred was absentmindedly drawing a dog in the corner of his memo pad.

England glared at his former charge, wondering how someone he had raised had grown into such a disrespectful lout. He used to be such a sweet boy really. His glare deepened as America yawned once more, not even bothering to cover his mouth, and in the middle of Germany's presentation too! Honestly! Someone should teach him some manners. Well, England supposed that someone should have been him, but then again maybe America was doing this all just to spite the Englishman, just to rub it in. An extra special everyday reminder of how much he hated Arthur and all his ways. Well if that's how he was going to behave Arthur just wouldn't even look at him anymore. Nope, no way did he care about that bloody moron. England turned his attention back to the speaker, Germany, with a huff.

Germany, meanwhile, was giving a speech that he was almost absolutely sure no one was listening to.

"And so, you can see that if we..." he continued on, even as he felt the phone in his pocket vibrate signaling that someone was calling him. Well he wasn't about to answer in the middle of his speech, but he did have to wonder who would call him when everyone in his government knew he would be busy today and with all the other people he hung out with sitting in this very room. Still, he was in the middle of business, and whatever it was would have to what until his presentation was over. Still who could be calling?

Glancing at the clock he saw that his time was almost up. He finished his presentation to some mild applause, and sat down debating whether or not he should wait until lunch to check his phone. Although no one had looked very interested in what he had been saying at least none of them had left, so, even though he was curious he quietly sat through the rest of the speaker's presentations, albeit he did a poor job of stopping Italy from being as disruptive as he usually was. Or maybe Germany was the only one who ever thought that of the smaller Italian man. After all, it did seem like Germany was the only one he ever bothered. Finally Japan finished his speech, the last one before lunch break.

"Ve~ Finally! Germany, I thought I would collapse from hunger before that was over!" cried Italy jumping up from his chair at his joy from finally being allowed to eat.

"Yeah." said Germany, distractedly, to caught up in the curiosity of his cell phone to really pay attention to what it was Italy was saying. Fishing the mobile out of his pocket he saw he had a voicemail message. He dialed his own phone number and entered in the password he needed to to check it. Italy looked at Germany concerned before moving to stand in front of him and peer up at his face.

"Ve, ve, Germany, are you okay?" but something was definitely not okay. Italy could tell by the way Germany's pupils narrowed as he listened intently to whatever the person on the phone was saying. The tall blond man's grip on his phone tightened as well and he clenched his free hand into a fist.

"G-germany?" Italy asked worriedly, turning the name into a question as the other man put his phone back into his pocket.

Germany looked at him, without really looking at him. It made Italy frightened of whatever he was going to say. He clasped his hands together in front of his body to try and comfort himself.

"Ah..." said Germany pausing and looking around. Most of the other nations had left for lunch. A few milled around the room here and there, having conversations but none were within hearing distance, "It. It seems that. That brother is sick. That was a nurse at a hospital saying he collapsed on the sidewalk and. Someone called an ambulance for him." he finished. His sentences were choppy and fragmented.

Ludwig just stood there for a moment staring and silent, and then he seemed to come back to life. He turned to look at Italy.

"Well let's go eat." he said abruptly, turning to begin walking towards the door.

Before he could take a single step Italy grabbed his hand. Germany turned his head to look at him quizzically.

"Germany," began Italy looking down at their clasped hands, "you could go, if you want to." he continued looking up at Germany. "The others won't mind."

Germany just stared at Italy.

Growing nervous because of his unresponsiveness the smaller man continued, "I.. I could even take notes for you!" he said smiling brightly, "Oh but, ve, well I might fall asleep.. the second half of the meeting does coincide with my siesta..." he said looking worriedly to the side. "No, but this is for Germany so..." he clenched his free hand into his fist as he gave himself a pep talk.

Germany smiled as Italy continued to debate out loud the practicality of him staying awake through his siesta. Finally the Italian turned to Germany with resolve and with a salute said, "All right Germany, I promise to do my best to stay awake during the meeting!"

Germany, completely facing Italy now, patted him on the head.

"I'll leave it to you then." he finished before walking to the door and leaving the meeting room, the silent thanks, going unsaid. Italy stood there feeling pleased before he remembered why it was that Germany was leaving in the first place. Looking towards the window with a small frown he hoped Prussia was okay.

So yeah. The original request was something like Britannia Angle/Jersey devil America epic romeo and juliet type situation. So yes sorry to throw in some ger/ita, but it is integral to the plot, I swear! Chapter three should be up sometime later tonight.

As always, comments and criticisms are welcome and appreciated.

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The Devil in Me {Chapter 3}

After a number of phone calls Germany was able to get a plan ticket back home, and find out exactly what hospital his brother was currently located at. Good thing its so close to home, thought Germany with a sigh as he looked out the planes window into the stratosphere. This way if it's serious we won't have to move him.

Germany hated himself for thinking it, but even he had to admit, he was worried. Nations, no, Prussia were not injured so easily. Some may have thought, upon seeing his pale skin, that his brother looked delicate, but as soon as they got a glimpse of his intimidating red eyes and predatory smirk, they soon changed that opinion. If they saw him fight, they would have forgotten they had made such a brash judgement in the first place. No, his brother was not fragile, thought Germany clenching his jaw. However, that is what made Ludwig even more worried. Whatever it was that was effecting Gilbert was strong enough to harm a nation, and Ludwig was not even sure his brother was that anymore.

Sighing he closed his eyes and leaned his back against the seat. Brother...

After landing, he hurriedly hailed a taxi and made his way to the hospital the nurse had called him from. Stepping inside he approached the desk in the lobby. A friendly looking nurse (he assumed she was a nurse) sat in front of a computer hurriedly typing away on the keys.

"Ah, hello." said Ludwig after a throat clear.

The nurse looked up at him a slight smile on her face.

"Yes, may I help you?" she asked.

"I'm here for my brother." he finished. The nurse turned back to her computer.

"Name please?" she said.

Assuming she meant his brothers name and not his own he said "Gilbert Beilschmidt."

The nurse's cheerful smile instantly disappeared and she stared up at Germany for a moment. "So he's your brother, huh?" she said in a sympathizing tone. Wondering what his bother could have possibly done in a hospital to annoy such a cheerful woman this quickly. He acknowledged that he was indeed the man's brother with a nod of his head.

"He's down the hall to your left. Room 104" she said, as though she were in a hurry to be rid of the tall man, before turning back to her computer and immediately ignoring him.

"Thanks." said Germany before walking away and seeking out the room.

He soon found it and entered. Looking at the bed inside he saw his brother was asleep. Well he was until the door to his room shut by itself with a loud bam. Snorting awake Prussia looked around wildly before spotting his brother.

"Oi, West! Finally! Now you can get me out of this nuthouse." said Prussia loudly.

Germany frowned. Well, at least his brother was acting normally.

"This is a hospital not a 'nut house'." said Ludwig, correcting him.

"What!? But they are holding me here against my will! And they even tried to take Lil Peep from me!"

As if it were his cue said chick peeped loudly from his spot on Gilbert's bed drawing Ludwig's attention. Oh dear. He could feel a headache coming on.

"Brother, it is a hospital, of course they wouldn't want an animal inside."

"Watch your language West! Lil Peep is no animal. Well, unless he's with the ladies, of course." said Gilbert, giving Lil Peep a wink.

Germany sighed, exasperated, "What were you even doing with it-"

"Him, West. He's a he for fucks sake."

"Fine, him, what were you doing with him outside."

"We were scouting for chicks. Lil Peep is my wing-man!" said Gilbert as though it were the most obvious and normal thing in the world, and of course Germany was dumb for even having to ask.

Germany was saved from having to respond when a nurse walked in.

"Oh." she said in surprise upon seeing Germany. "Are you the man unfortunate enough to be related to this jackass?" she asked.

Her language surprised Ludwig, but the insult slipped off Gilbert like he was made of oil.

"Ha! Anyone who has any sort of connection to me is one of the luckiest fucking people on this planet!"

"It's bad to lie to yourself." informed the woman going about her business checking stuff out on the machines and then writing stuff down on a chart. Turning to Germany when she was finished she asked, "Would you like me to get the doctor, so you two can talk about arranging Mr. Beilschmidt's long term stay?" she asked.

"Long term?" asked Germany, his worries being confirmed.

The nurse frowned, looking sad for a moment before saying, "I'll let her know you're here."

Leaving the room, she took care not to slam the heavy door on her way out.

"Fucking assholes, I already told them I ain't staying. Jesus, they should open their fucking ears." said Prussia looking bitterly at the door.

"What's wrong?" asked Germany seriously. He knew the doctors had probably talked to GIlbert already, otherwise he doubted his brother would be so adamant that about them releasing him. In fact, if it wasn't serious Gilbert would probably already be at home, Germany realized.

"I just told you, dumbass doctors are keeping me here against my will! That's what's wrong!"

"Hello, Mr. Beilshmidt?" a soft feminine voice said from the doorway, interrupting their argument.

Germany turned around to see that the woman was already walking towards him, she was tan with shoulder length blond hair and polished nails. She dressed smart and looked professional.

"Could I speak with you for a moment?" she asked. Germany nodded and mumbled an 'of course' as he shook the woman's offered hand in greeting.

"Your brother may have already told you," she continued, "but just in case, it seems your brother has caught some kind of Autoimmune disease."

"Autoimmune disease?" Germany asked.

"In other words, his body is attacking itself. Scans show significant damage in the liver and in some other organs as well. We can't be sure until we get the test results back, but we believe that's the sort of thing we are dealing with."

"I see." said Ludwig with a sinking feeling.

"I'm sorry to say that, no matter what it turns out this is, it is very serious. I would like you're brother to stay here longer, at least until we get the blood work back. However, I can't force him to stay here against his will."

So it really was that bad.

"I understand Dr...?" he trailed off.

"Wagner." she supplied.

"Thank you." he said nodding to her. With a slight head nod herself she turned to leave. Before suddenly turning back at the door as she remembered something. "Oh yes, and please see if you can convince him to give up the young chicken. A hospital is really no place for animals."

Nodding, Ludwig turned towards his brother, who had his arms folded across his chest and was glaring to the side. "Talking about me like I'm not even in the fucking room." he grumbled to himself. Pep's chirp echoed his indignation. Germany had no patience for such things at the moment.

"Brother, why didn't you tell me?" he asked, failing to keep the anger out of his voice.

Prussia responded outraged in turn, "Because it's not fucking important! Look at me, I'm fine!" he shouted.

"People who are 'fine' do not collapse in the middle of the street!"

"It was the sidewalk, West!"

"Brother, if you want to leave this place that's fine, but I hope you realize I will not let you continue to put your life at risk by staying at my house."

There was a pause as both Germany and Prussia realized what he had just said.

"...Your house?" said Prussia coolly, glaring up at Ludwig. Germany realized what he had done, and the thought quickly flitted through his head that Gilbert was the only person who could like so intimidating while in a hospital gown.

"Fuck off." said Gilbert, still glaring.

"Brother, I-"

"Listen. Ludwig, I'll fucking stay here, since you apparently want me to so much, but don't think for a fucking second that it's because I'm afraid. I am not afraid of living on the street. I am not afraid of this stupid fucking disease. I have never been afraid of death, and I am definitely not afraid of you! Now get the hell out of here."

Germany had never left a room more quickly. The door to Prussia's room slammed shut, and Germany paused just outside of it, looking back briefly before leaving the hospital all together. Back in his room Prussia screamed in frustration as he punched his bed before laying back down. Peep came to his side and started pecking him lightly. He picked the chick up placing him on his shoulder before grabbing the remote for the TV in his room.

"Eh," he huffed, "I'm just too damn awesome." he finished, turning the TV on and channel surfing as he spoke.

Germany meanwhile went back to his house, and went to bed early so he wouldn't be groggy for the plane ride back to the meeting next morning. He didn't hear the phone ring with a very worried Italy on the other end.

Feliciano called for the third time and got the answering machine again. With a sigh he left a message asking Germany to call him before putting the phone down and going to bed himself.

ILU man. ILU.

The Devil in Me {Chapter 4}

"Germany, Germany!" shouted an anxious Italy as he saw the other man inside the world meeting room. Italy thought that he would get their early and wait for him since he was so anxious, but the other man was already there. Italy supposed that he would never be more on time than Ludwig.

Feliciano ran toward the man and when he saw how he looked, he pulled him into a tight embrace. Ludwig had bags under his eyes that gave away his lack of sleep, and in addition to that his skin looked sallow, as though he were the one that was ill instead of his brother. Germany did not even respond to Italy's hug like he normally would have (with embarrassed shouting), he just sat there. Italy felt as though his heart was breaking.

"Germany... What is it. What's wrong with Prussia?" he asked. Other people began filtering into the meeting room. Switzerland, Austria and a few other early birds. Germany glanced at them before looking at Italy, and Feliciano could see the sadness in his eyes as he contemplated how to answer the question.

"He's..." he trailed off for a bit before clearing his throat, "He's very sick. They will need to keep him at the hospital for awhile." Germany looked away from Italy and back down to the table.

Italy was scared, "Whats wrong?" he asked again. Looking for more details.

"His body is attacking itself and his organs are starting to fail."

Italy sat down in his seat next to Germany and put his hands over his face. Then he felt a hand on his shoulder and gentle but concerned voice ask, "Italy-san, what is wrong?"

"Oh, Japan!" he said standing up suddenly and hugging him as well. Japan was taken aback.

"I-I-Ita-"

"Prussia's sick Japan!"

"What?" asked Japan, thrown off by the answer, "Is it serious?" he asked, looking to Germany.

The German man nodded his head once in confirmation, "Japan, Italy... I would appreciate it if you kept this quiet. I don't think brother would appreciate everyone knowing." he told them. He didn't even want to tell me... he finished in his head.

"Germany-san, I understand, but should you need anything, don't hesitate to ask." said Japan. They weren't allies anymore, but Japan still considered both Italy and Germany to be his friends.

"Oh Japan! Thank you so much!" said Italy loudly hugging him tighter before finally letting him go, much to Japan's appreciation. Kiku bowed slightly to both Italy and Germany before walking off to take his seat. Italy sat down and Germany looked around, noting Austria looking at him questioningly from further down the table, but saying nothing. Romano, meanwhile, was glaring at Germany for somehow upsetting his brother as he walked up to the table and took a seat next to Feliciano. However, he was stopped from asking the Potato bastard what he'd done when Feliciano threw his arms around him too. Japan noted from his seat that this was likely to be a repeat occurrence throughout the day.

Just as Romano was about to cuss Italy out for startling him like that, his brother said softly, "Fratello, never leave me." into his ear, shocking South Italy.

"Of course I won't, dammit." he finished, embracing North Italy in return before throwing a glare at an unnoticing Germany. This was all that potato bastard's fault somehow, he knew it. Italy sniffled and pulled out of the hug, looking at his brother with a smile of gratitude. That's when Spain walked in.

"Oh, look at that! How cute, my little tomato!" he said seeing the two in a brotherly embrace.

"God dammit!" shouted Romano before running in the other direction. Italy blinked once or twice before deciding not to think about that too much and sit down, but one look at Germany made him think of Prussia and his heart ached for Ludwig. He never wanted to face what Germany was going through, and it was with a loud sniffle and a swipe at his teary eyes that a bickering America and England entered the room.

"England, you kidder! You must be going blind in you old age!" said America cheerfully, slapping England on the back. As expected, Arthur's face reddened with anger.

"I am not, you lout! You tripped me!!"

"Haha! England we all know you like to play make believe with your little friends, but you'll give everyone the wrong idea if you tell stories like that!"

"It isn't a story you insufferable prick! You tripped me and you know it!!!" he finished pointing America in the chest several times. They paused for a second or two, and then both nations looked at Germany, who by this point in an argument normally would have yelled at them to stop so they could start the meeting. Instead, all they saw was a sick looking Germany staring off into space and a sniffling Italy trying to hold back tears. England and America glanced at each other before Englandharrumphed and walked off to his own seat. It was none of his business after all. Throwing the pair another appraising glance, America felt a flash of pain in his chest, and winced. Looking away, he rubbed at his chest before taking his own seat at the table.

Expectant eyes threw a glance at Germany, who usually started the meeting by calling up the first speaker of the day, but after a moment or two of waiting, Austria stood awkwardly from his place next to Hungary and called the meeting to order. The nations who had presentations came up and gave their speeches, and soon it was time for the lunch break.

Germany's cell phone was ringing and from his place seated next to Italy he took it out of his pocket, glancing at the number on the screen. Italy looked at it curiously over his pasta to see who was calling. Germany saw it was a number he did not recognize and after a moment's hesitation answered it.

"Hello? Mr. Beilshmidt?"

"Yes."

"Oh good. This is Dr. Wagner. You're brothers test results came in and it's worse than we thought."

Ludwig froze on the other end of the phone.

"It seems we are dealing with a completely new disease, In addition to this, it seems the disease moves very quickly. It has already spread to his left lung and one of his kidney's has already failed. His liver is on the way to failing as well. If we start treatment right away it might buy him some time, but since the treatment involves weakening his immune system it will make him very weak and susceptible to disease. In addition to this, he is refusing treatment. Mr.Beilshmidt, I have to be frank with you, I do not think you're brother can make it past this week."

Ludwig covered his eyes with a gloved hand.

"I understand. Thank you for calling me." he said hanging up.

"Ge-Germany..." said Italy.

"I... have to go to the restroom." said Germany, suddenly standing up. He didn't want to hurt Feliciano's feeling, but he needed to be by himself right now. On his way to the bathroom he saw an empty room. Slipping inside he leaned against the wall and slid down it until he was sitting on the floor He looked up at the ceiling. What am I going to do. I can't.... Brother...

At the same time those words were thought, America, at his own table eating a burger, felt another flash of pain in his chest.

"Ah!" he said aloud, dropping his burger onto his plate and clutching his chest.

"America, don't tell me you have eaten so much of that trash that you are having a heart attack." said England, ~~mildly~~ concerned not concerned in the slightest.

"Of course not!" said America, thinking England was a bit dim for even having to ask. Another flash of pain wiped his usually smug look off his face though.

"America..." England trailed off.

"I.. I just need to get some air, that's all!" he said, his smile returning. He stood and walked out of the room, followed by a slightly worried England's and several other pairs of eyes.

Don' do i' C'l'mbia thought Sweden, following the nation sharply with his eyes. Poland too held the same severe look as he followed America's exit from where he sat with Lithuania.

America hadn't gotten two steps outside the room when he threw his hand against the wall to catch his balance before falling to the ground unconscious.

The next thing Germany knew there was a loud bam, and a man who looked strangely like America was standing in front of him. Though now that he thought about it, perhaps man was not the right word for it. This creature with America's face, had ram horns growing out of his head and large leathery white wings. Germany could now see a forked tail weaving back and forth behind the man and instead of feet he had hooves.

"A-America?" asked Germany, not quite believing what he was seeing.

The being chuckled darkly and a chill raced up Ludwig's spine.

"I am no country. Though, if you are looking for a name, people have been known to call me the Jersey Devil." he said with a cunning smirk.

"The Jersey Devil?" said Germany in disbelief.

"That's right." he said stepping slowly towards Ludwig and lowering himself before him on one knee.

"And..." the creature said, talking once more now that he and Germany were eye to eye, "I'm here to help you."

"Help me? How?" asked Ludwig, cautiously.

The thing, this... Jersey Devil, looked at Ludwig and his eyes flashed, startling the nation. Then the Jersey Devil's smirk returned, even bigger than before.

"Your brother, right?" he asked raising an eyebrow.

Germany stared up at the America look alike in shock.

"I can fix that you know, Germany." he said. He knew who this man was, and he knew he was desperate. Columbia would have had to be a fool to pass up on an opportunity like this. "I can make his illness just," and here the Jersey Devil paused to snap, "go away." he finished, standing up

Germany looked up at the man. Hate shown in his eyes. He knew not to trust people who called themselves devils so easily.

"And what do you want in return?" he asked.

"Oh, well that's easy. Just your soul."

"My soul?" asked Germany.

"Yes, you're soul. It's not even a bad deal for you. Most people have to be sentenced to hell when the die after making their deal, but you, you're a nation. You won't die for a long time, possibly never, so instead of waiting until you die, I just take your soul while you're alive. Bit by bit, day by day. You'll hardly even notice it's missing."

"Plus," the devil continued, "with all the stuff you've done, you probably would have gone to hell if you died anyway!" he finished, laughing loudly.

Germany glared at the man. He was despicable, and he knew one should not conspire with devils. Yet, it was his brother. He couldn't just let him die if he had the power to save him.

"I'll.. I'll do it." he said.

"Great!" said America, his smile turning vicious. Moving his right hand to the left he pulled a knife from midair and slashed his palm open. Then he took Germany's hand and did the same, after ripping off his glove. They shook, and the deal was made. As soon as their blood touched, Columbia felt power surge through him like he never had before. So this was the power of a nation's soul. It felt good. At the same time Germany felt a loss, like millions of lives being snuffed out. It hurt his side and he staggered away from the devil panting. Columbia just looked at him with a cold smirk, and as quickly as he had come, he vanished.

Germany sat, breathing deeply on the floor, sweat beading on his forehead. What the hell have I gotten myself into..

AUTHORS NOTE: So yeah. The we are finally going back to America and England after this.. probably. The next chapter should take longer, but I am addicted to writing this right now so.. Who knows. F5 often I guess. Comments and criticisms loved and appreciated.

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