Undercover Angel  (Hetalia Fanfic) [DISCONTINUED]

Undercover Angel (Hetalia Fanfic) [DISCONTINUED]

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Anna Johnson is an Angel Undercover. Sent to this universe from Heaven to protect it from the unholiness that are the embodiments of the evil of human beings. So to say- she was a technical Ghost Hunter. Until she finds herself the holder of an important mission, and gets dragged into the melting pot of trouble in the process. Will she be able to keep such a secret from those who get close during her new task? Will she try her best not to fall in love with someone she never could? Can she finish her task before everything goes to hell? We'll see- won't we? ((Contains mass amounts of Hetalia, ships, and OCxCountry. Also- a small part of the Angel concept was taken/revised from 'Panty and Stocking with Garterbelt.'))
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Inspired by a fic I read on AO3. Trigger warning: antisemitism, ablism, transphobia, abuse, dysfunctional house holds, implied self harm and active self harm, mentions of suicide, graphic depictions of fire and death, hallucinations, religious views and bullying, graphic depictions of violence, implications of rape and torture, cannibalism and rot, murder and major character death. A slow burn "possession" and recruitment Alfred Jones and Dimir Vladistov, victims Y and Z. Yurchenvile, home of the one true peace and power, church of the true god and his priesthood. Filled with flowers and lakes, stone paths and dark wooden buildings, long gowns with skin and bones. Gilbert's second home is in this community, and it his mission to picked the next chosen ones, Y and Z. Bring in the board, board made with love and care, if they ask what is is just say ouija. Board of the god, board of gods chosen bodies. Form a bond and life carefree, your body now belongs to me. Book is meant to be a slow detailed read rather than jumping into things head first, this helps keep people reading as they have a longer book and more anticipation the longer they read as things begin to turn rough. Things may not make sense

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