Alfred F. Jones. Also known as America. The man known for his hero complex and his ability to eat ann sorts of disgusting foods and still be sexy as fuck. He's loud and obnoxious and loves people, which is why on one particular day he was on his way to the mall.

He had run out of jeans without holes in them, which had actually been the main reason for a trip out, but the mall wasn't necessarily the only place he had to go. There was a little place down the road that he could have gone, but chose not to since, well, he wanted to socialize! So he hopped into his car and was on his way. It wasn't until he was almost there that he realized that he'd forgotten to take a shower that morning and probably smelled seriously rank.

Still driving, he reached into the back seat of his car and tried to see if he had any cologne or something with him. His thin fingers wrapped around something cold and can-shaped, so he figured he'd hit his mark. He brought the container to where he could see it and realized it was the Axe that Mathias had given him last Christmas but had never made it farther than the back of his car. The Dane had figured that he might like the new scent, Excite, but Alfred had never really figured out why that was. It wasn't like there was anything truly special about it. When he pulled into the parking lot and stopped at one of the stop signs, he quickly doused himself with the body spray. He figured it was strong enough to cover anything that might smell bad until he had a chance to shower.

Almost the second he opened his car door after parking, something hit the ground in front of his car, and it hit the ground hard. He rushed around to where there was a crater in the concrete after regaining his balance and was stuck to the spot.

Kneeling in the middle of that hole was what could best be described as an angel. It was a man, and everything about him was glowing. His light golden hair, his bright green eyes, his smooth, somewhat pale skin, even his ridiculously thick eyebrows. The man stood and it was obvious that he was definitely an angel. He was wearing a pure white toga, had little wings on his back, and held a wand with a little star on top of it. He stepped out of the crater, and, with one smooth action, moved towards the American in his gladiator-style sandals and kissing Alfred lightly. Right on the lips. A blush filled the American's cheeks quickly, but went away just as fast as he stared at the angel in a confused way.

"Bro, are you an angel?"

End of Chapter One: An Angel Falls

Author's notes:

I know it's short, and a bit stupid, but I lurve it so much!

I'm already working on the next chapter, and it'll definitely be hella longer, and should be up sometime next week.

Reviews, please? :D

Oh, and yes, it was inspired by that one Axe commercial . This is originally for my friend, Victoria, and it was her idea.