Hetalia X Reader Collection

Mortem Appellationis (Demon!England X Reader)

You.

Millimeters from your face, his breath washes over your cheek and down your neck, warm and reassuring. It smells of Earl Grey tea, his favourite, and reminds you of the many days you have spent with this man. Roaming London, walking together hand in hand, popping into a café for a quick bite to eat, or simply at your home, lounging together on the couch as he held you close-like today. You're safe, at home in his lap. There is nothing to worry about, nothing at all. You're supposed to be here, resting against his firm chest and held tight around the waist by his arms. You're content, you're happy, you're completely at ease.

Or at least that's what you try to remind yourself, but it's difficult. This is your last day, the day you die because you so foolishly made a deal with a demon-but you aren't going to die because this demon is malicious. No, you're going to die today because this demon, the Demon of Pride, loves you, and demands your love in return as your price to pay for accepting his deal so long ago. Today is the day he will mark you as his-but as everyone knows, that kind of a demon's touch is poison to a mere mortal.

Your own arms are pinned to your sides in his grasp, but you try not to mind. Arthur is nothing but gentle as he handles your fragile human body. His fingers dance over your exposed skin as his mouth finds your neck, nipping and licking and working on the skin, a smirk finding its way to his lips as small mewls and sounds of pleasure escape your throat. He shifts beneath you to roll, so you find yourself pinned down beneath him on your couch, wrists held above your head with one of his hands as the other trails down your chest and slides across your stomach, causing more wonderful shivers to dance down your spine. His lips, when they meet yours, taste of the same Earl Grey tea, but mixed with the unmistakable metallic and iron taste of blood as well.

You don't recoil, however, for you are used to this-he always tastes of blood.

It is in his nature to drink the mortal lifeblood, for he is a demon, though he never drinks your blood, for you are the one he loves. But Arthur is a creature whose soul purpose is to make others' lives a living Hell, seeking out the selfish and greedy and raising them up-only to bring them crashing back down again when he demands his price. He is a being of malicious intent; in the past he would promise humans their greatest desires fulfilled, but after the deal was made and their wish was granted, he took his reward from them mercilessly. Whether it be their body, their soul, or their blood, he would seize it at once and be gone in a flash, leaving the human behind with little regret as they collapsed to the ground, either writhing in unbelievable agony or completely silent.

Every deal ended in a death, and even though he loves you, yours is no exception.

But the next time Arthur went on the hunt for a human to trick, instead of finding someone whose deadly flaw was greed or pride or gluttony, he found you, a depressed young girl living alone in a great big house meant for a happy couple and their children, but left empty once its owners had abandoned this world for the next. Your parents were dead when Arthur discovered you-they had long since passed from illness. You had no siblings, no relatives, no friends, no one to comfort you. You were simply a young child left out in the streets to fend for herself, sometimes wandering back into your former condemned house during the cold winter nights for shelter.

The day you found him, he was in your backyard, appearing amongst your parent's dying garden. You tried all you could to water the poor flowers to keep them alive, but your child self did not understand the necessities of the plants, and they ended up wilting as the cold of winter crept closer, coating the vegetation in frost. But you found him that day, leaning against the oak tree that grew beside the roses, which were always your favourite. His smile was so tempting and earnest, and his emerald eyes so beautiful, and his voice so alluring....you couldn't help but trust him. So you approached him with wonder in your eyes.