WW2 AU. Londoner Arthur Kirkland's pub, the Emerald Lion, is overrun by American servicemen on leave. One in particular is driving him to distraction - loud, brash fighter pilot Alfred Jones. Unable to stop it, Arthur finds himself falling for Alfred's charms - just as the pilot is preparing to leave for war. \\ I DO NOT OWN THE STORY! I read this online and I wanted to put it on Wattpad so that more people could enjoy it. Full credit to George Devalier on Fanfiction.net. Make sure to also read all of his other amazing fanfiction! //

America has a dream that he's never told anyone. Unexpectedly he runs into Britain but what is Britain doing in his country? Also America realizes that he might be... dissapearing. Is he going to dissapear without fullfilling his dream?

When Alfred moves to the UK for college, he meets a young man named Arthur.

"Magic can be unpredictable. Especially when your dealing with a curse." Arthur said while unlocking the trap door. "There is no telling what could happen. You could lose your wings.... or worse." There was a click and Arthur placed the key in his pocket. He stood up and stared into Alfred's sapphire blue eyes. "You still have a chance to go back. Once we enter this room, you could be dragged into the darkness along with me." Arthur explained, hoping Alfred would change his mind. Alfred smiled and put his hands on Arthur's shoulders, "If it means that I get to be your hero, then that's all that matters to me."

Angel!Arthur is on a mission to send a rowdy group of demons back to Hell when he is captured and brought to the very place every angel is warned never to go. There, his soul is suposed to be eaten by the Demon King, but that doesn't happen. Demon-King!Alfred is too curious why the assumed human Arthur didn't beg for his life to end it.