Undercover Angel (Hetalia Fanfic) [DISCONTINUED]

Destruction

~In London half an hour after leaving~

"They live here?" The fallen Angel, Doug, had asked. Stuffing his hands in his pockets. He had no clue who this Angel was. Or who this HOTA was. But they were going to destroy them. Or corrupt their souls if they wanted.

"Yeah." Another Demon said. This one looked like a demon version of Russia- and went by the name Kirill. The last demon stepped forward and stuffed his hands in the pockets of his suit. Black hair gleaming with the sunlight above, and ice blue eyes scanning the two story flat nestled between other buildings like it. From the outside it looked rather small for a two bedroom one bath. The existence of a cellar was out of the question. Because their wasn't one.

This demon was named Danny. And had a striking resemblance to America.

"Let's get this over with already" Danny said, walking forward and kicking the door open. As it was a weekday morning- civilians would be at work. So witnesses were few. If not unlikely. Doug and Kirill followed suit. Danny pulled off one of his black gloves and it formed a pistol. Kirill pulled a button from inside of his long black coat and it turned into a metal pipe. Doug pulled out a concealed hairpin from his neon green locks. It formed into a katana.

They walked across the dark wooden floors of the house. Clutching their weapons and  separating. Danny went upstairs. Doug went into the living room and the study connected to it. And Kirill went into the back rooms on the first floor. "It smells like Angels in this house" Kirill complained in a deep Russian accent. Doug rolled his eyes when he heard him.

"Duh. An Angel lives here, Kirill" He snapped back. Doug walked into the study and went behind the dark mahogany desk. There was an image on the surface of the desk. A blond haired man with thick eyebrows. With three other people. A man with longer blond hair and blue eyes, one with short brownish blond hair and blue eyes, and one with wavy long hair and indigo eyes. The last one had a looped hair, and the brownish blond boy had a cowlick.

Doug rolled his eyes at their wide grins. Another image was on the desk. It was an old looking photograph of the boy with a cowlick. In a short white dress. He looked two or three years old and wore an expression that was trying not to smile. But this image was impossible. The other photo was taken not even a year ago. An the date on this one was so long ago! How!?

Doug shook his head and told himself it was professional photography. A final image was on the desk. Taken a month ago. It was of two people. The blond boy, looking a few years younger than the first image, and a familiar looking girl. Doug's golden eyes widened as he remembered who it was.

He glared at the smiling form in the image. And the memory of that Angel at the bar flashed. It was her. Doug was extra determined to find Anna and destroy her. If not ban her from Heaven. But the house was empty. "WHERE ARE THEY!?" Danny roared. Stomping back down the stairs. His shined shoes thumping on the wood with each forcefully heavy step he took.

Doug and Kirill shrugged. Now standing in the foyer. "Well. Wreck the place" Danny said, narrowing his eyes. "Anything valuable you break. We're not stealing anything. Just destroy" Danny said. Putting his gun away and pulling his glove back on. He took a slip of paper from his pocket and it turned into a bat. Doug and Kirill smirked and then ran off in different directions. Breaking vases, pictures on the walls, the TV, mirrors, windows.

They broke the fine china, platters, plates, bowls, cups, teacups. Danny and Kirill went as far as to rip up a paper backs and hardcover books. They threw the papers everywhere, and left the now empty covers scattered above dangerously. They took knives and ripped up comforters and pillows. Scattering feathers or fluff everywhere. They left when everything had seen their destruction. Danny shut the door casually and smirked at the scratches on the door. And it's locked appearance. The front windows were purposefully left alone. To draw less suspicion to the house. But the curtains were closed.

A job well done.

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Short. Easy. And full of problems. Let's just be happy Arthur keeps his special olden stuff down in his secret cellar and the hidden attic. Ya?

See you on the Dark Side~