"Your timing needs work."

Alfred opened his eyes. He scanned around for a source of the sound and saw the blue-eyed copy a few feet away with his hands tucked into his jacket. The devil no longer appeared intimidating. It was no longer a mysterious figure haunting his every minute. It was a sinner, a tormentor, a male temptress, a creature of pure evil, but America was no longer afraid.

It knew that and smiled.

"So this is limbo," Alfred commented, peering around at the cloudy whiteness surrounding them.

"It goes by many names."

"Then let's call it Georgia," America cut in. "Like in the song."

The devil grinned. "I don't play the fiddle."

"Neither do I. But it's never too late to learn."

Neither moved. Alfred calculated his chances. They mirrored each other flawlessly minus a few extra details the devil bore like the fangs and horns. Alfred raised his right hand. The devil raised his left. A physical battle was going to be difficult; it knew his moves and his methods. How could he beat someone who was him?

"If you want to spare yourself the agony of losing, I'll let you surrender now."

"How heroic of you," the devil teased. "Unfortunately for you, I like it up there. I'm not quitting now."

America cracked his knuckles and approached. The devil didn't move even when Alfred grasped his shirt and raised his fist. "You leave my body alone and get back to hell or I'll -"

"Or you'll what?" The devil mocked, "You'll hit me? I'm so scared. Do your worst. I look forward to it." The devil came closer, inches from America's face. Its grin was posed to show off the sharp fangs that could easily rip out his throat. America prayed he'd never looked so twisted. It wasn't becoming of a hero.

"Are you fucking dumb? You don't know what is going on," Alfred said coolly, taking pleasure in seeing the devil's eye twitch upon hearing the swear. "Thanks to your fuck up, I'm in the debt of the devil dick down there. We're indebted to him."

"And you believed him?" His devil counterpart sighed. How could they both be so heavily tied together? It made him want to cringe. He didn't. The devil remained completely calm, burying his disgust deep down for now. "I do not own him anything. That's all you."

"But -" Alfred gritted his teeth and balled up his fists. If this was his devil, then he'll put him in his rightful place! The creature did not expect the punch. That was a lie. He expected it. What he didn't expect was the sheer power behind him. The devil laid on the ground, several feet from Alfred. There was a tickle of black blood running from his nose and dripping into his open mouth.

It didn't move.

Alfred stamped his foot down upon its crest, taking pride in the crunch sound beneath his boot. "You son of a bitch, I'm going to kick your fucking ass back down to hell where it belongs."

The devil looked up. His glasses crooked and blood trickled from his nose. He laughed. "Then enough talk," he said cruelly, his eyes blazing. "Let's end this now."

Arthur panted heavily as he dragged the unconscious nation across the room and into the circle. "You're a bloody fool if you think I was going to submit so easily," he muttered, dropping hold of America so he sprawled out on top of the symbols. The circle wasn't big enough to surround him; his legs were sticking out and a hand. It didn't matter.

England wiped his mouth and leant against the wall. His body was flushed hot and still carving for physical touch. The bastard could tease all right. There wasn't a mirror in the room but Arthur was certain his neck would be covered with faint red markings.

That was so close. So very close. England went over to the spell book and flicked over to the page he was searching for. He stared briefly at the nation on the ground to ensure he wasn't about to wake up and then began the enchantment. Green lights rose from the circle and danced in the air before sinking down into the nation's body.

When the spell was finished, Arthur got down on his knees and pushed his thighs together tightly. The devil's touch was still lingering. He wanted to go to the bedroom, or even the bathroom, anywhere he could have privacy and take care of the growing problem in his pants. He couldn't... not until he was sure Alfred pulled through.

There was a weak groan from the circle. Arthur watched cautiously as America sat up, rubbing his head. "Oh, fuck. What happened? Where am I?"

"America?"

"Britain? That you?"

"Who else would it bloody be?!"

"Chill dude."

Arthur sighed and slouched against his desk. Thank god. It was America all right. He didn't need a mirror to prove it right. Finally, it was over with. That prick wouldn't be back for a while.

"Hey, Britain, you don't look so well."

O-oh bollocks. Arthur flared up and placed his hands over his groin to cover up his embarrassment. "I-it's your fault! If you hadn't let your devil take you over like that then he would have never – THIS IS YOUR FAULT, I HATE YOU!"

"ME?! WHAT DID I DO? I WAS STUCK IN HELL!"

"EXACTLY! YOU DAMN TOSSER! I WAS LEFT ALONE WITH HIM!"

"I DIDN'T HAVE IT EASY EITHER. YOUR DEVIL SNOGGED ME!"

"I – WHAT?!"

"Errr..." Alfred trailed off, his face going as red as Arthur's. "It was... only a little kiss but..." Alfred swallowed and then looked over at England firmly. "Would you... really have … you know..." He pushed a finger into a fist to show his point. "Woohoo?"

"Woohoo? What – oh. I..."

The two avoided looking at each other. Once the shock wore off, Alfred could feel the warm tension left over in his body from when the Devil toyed around. Arthur was just as aroused, if not more. Shit... Of all the awkward situations he had to come back to. Should he go upstairs and hide in a shower or...?

He didn't hear a shifting sound draw closer to him. "Hey... Britain... if...we... you know... it..."

He got his answer immediately. Arthur tugged him forward and their lips pressed together. In the mist of the light bites on the lips, he could feel Arthur's lips slowly parting and eagerly, perhaps too eagerly he later scolded himself, went in to take the kiss to the next stage. Their lips locked perfectly with the others. Alfred felt a sudden shock of excitement course down his spine when Arthur's tongue lightly stroked across his bottom lip. The fire inside was rekindled.

Arthur was leaning against him. He shifted around and moved onto his knees to give himself leverage over Alfred. But it wasn't going to happen that easily. He took hold of Arthur's leg and kept him in place while Alfred turned the tables around and hovered over the Briton. He grinned down as Arthur opened his mouth to protest but he was silenced with another kiss before he could even finish a sentence.

Alfred could feel Arthur's hands pressing against his chest in attempt to make him pull back so he could take charge. He had great pleasure in denying Arthur that by taking his hands and holding them down against the floor with the kiss now picking up in speed and pressure. Jolt after jolt of electrifying excitement pulsed through his veins.

It was a rushed job getting the clothes off. Alfred's glasses were pulled away by his shirt but he didn't stop to put them back on. The hips were rutting against each other like animals in heat. Neither slowed down.

Arthur gasped as Alfred attacked his neck, lavishing every inch with soft bites and harsh sucks on the skin. With their members exposed, Arthur grasped slipped his hand in-between them to tease Alfred's erection. One little stroke with a finger was followed by another slow stroke. Alfred's body trembled and he groaned weakly - giving Arthur the perfect moment to switch them over again.

Alfred's back arched when he felt the cold stone floor. Chalk from the circle was smeared over their sweaty naked bodies. The American ran his hands over Arthur's shoulders and back, dragging his nails along the skin in pleasure as his lower back arched up against Arthur with each stroke.

"S-stop teasing..." Alfred complained, reaching down only to have his hand slapped away.

"Let's finished this then..." England whispered before bringing their lips together in another heated kiss. Alfred felt the annoyance melt away instantly. The fingers stroking him grasped around the two erections. Their hips jerking desperately to meet each motion and pull of the hand.

"Aaahhhh!" Alfred gasped, taking a deep shuddering breath. He closed his eyes tightly, feeling a familiar burning sensation rising inside as he reached his long sought release. He barely noticed Arthur taking the same pleasure; the results dripping down onto the American's hips.

The two laid there; staring at each other, feeling each other's breath upon their lips, swearing their hearts were beating loudly enough for their partner to hear.

"Hey... Britain..."

"Yeah...?"

"Can you move? The stone is... kind of digging into my back."

"O-oh. Sorry."

Arthur shifted off Alfred so the latter could sit up. Alfred stretched out his hand and felt around for Texas then pushed them back onto his face. Strangely enough, it didn't feel half as awkward as he imagined. Sure, he had many one night stands in the past but not with someone he'll constantly see later on.

"I'm never going to be able to shake off the feeling he's there, watching me."

"You'll get use to it. Heck, you'll probably forget about it within a few months," Arthur said idly. "They all do in the end. It's how they down below like it. The greatest fear is of the unknown."

"Wait, everyone has a devil down there?" Alfred cringed, pushing his glasses further up. "So there's... hundreds..."

"There are moments where the devils make themselves known. It's usually in the darkest of times. Then, when it passes, so does all memory of them."

"So why do you remember? How do you know about them?"

Arthur just smiled. "Let's get cleaned up."

"And never speak of this again?"

"You'll forget by the end of the month. Just like everyone else incapable of accepting what happens beyond their beliefs."

It was for the best. They were nations and toying around would only end in disaster. But, Alfred thought as he left the room with only his pants on, he didn't really want to forget all of it. Maybe he could remember this night? It would be great to fantasy about on those long, cold, and lonely nights.

The tip of a riding crop stroked against the devil's face. It crept underneath the glasses and lazily flicked them off to the side. The devil's eyes were bright: the red iris more noticeable. The gag within his mouth kept it stretched wide, the fangs posed and ready to strike should something foolishly get close.

"You're a fool to think I would allow you to freely wander the mortal world," the red-headed devil purred, pressing a heeled boot against the other's chest. "And even more so to think I would let you get so close to my little country. He's not your play-toy, and now you're mine. And how delicious you look, lying there tied and bounded, a cornered rodent awaiting death."

The American devil's eyes fixed upon the other devil; his eyes blank as if uninterested and bored. Arthur's sly smile widened.

"Look at you. I could get use of seeing you lie beneath me. Like scum." The riding crop stroked the bonded devil's nose. "How do you like that, Alfred? Being beneath me. In your rightful place."

Alfred's mouth widened. A hiss emitted.

"I'll remove his debt if you wish. Allow you to take it all. There's so much I would have you do... and you'll love every second of it."

A louder hiss.

The red-headed devil laughed and yanked up Alfred up. "You're mine now. And we have many years to work off that debt. So how about we get started?"

There was a loud snap that made him flinch.

The riding crop broke in half and fell onto the floor, along with the scraps of metal from the chains previously binding him. Arthur was pinned down roughly, a ravenous and pissed devil holding him down. Alfred smiled cruelly and leant in, his teeth grazing Arthur's neck.

"I knew," he said delicately, "I've always known."

"Then why did you agree?" Arthur demanded, holding back a shiver of fright. "Why did you go?"

"To see England." Alfred's tongue ran along Arthur's neck, tasting the uncertainty. "I'll get him next time. Till then... I'll finish you off." His fangs grew sharper and then plunged deep into the throat.

Author's Note: I would love to thank everyone who made it to the end of the story. I also like to give special thanks to; elizabeta H. Austria, 01blackcat02, and CartoonCouples101 for kindly taking the time to leave a review after each update. I wish you all the best. x

Once more, this story is dedicated to VillainEdward. I hope you enjoyed it, Villy!