Hey guys! C: I finally got the new chapter out-I'm sorry it took so long! The reviews i got were great-thank you so much, it really inspired me. Alas-this chapter isn't lovely-dovey! In fact, it's quite the opposite...so without further ado, read on!

Arthur and Alfred plummeted towards the human world, spiraling around each-other in an attempt to beat the other down to the surface.

"I'm gonna beat you-I'm gonna make it first-!" Alfred called out, grinning deviously, his tail curled tightly around one leg.

Arthur rolled his eyes and remained silent, pushing harder to propel himself down faster.

As they plummeted towards the earth, closer and closer to the surface, their appearances began to change, morphing their appearances to better fit in with the mortals below.

Alfred summoned up a darkly colored leather jacket, fit tightly to his sides, with a plain white shirt underneath. His pants were just normal, ripped-up jeans, and his sneakers were normal, black high-tops.

Arthur changed to a dark green vest over a white dress shirt ,with folded sleeves to the elbows. His legs were adorned in plain grey skinny jeans, with black reebok's on his feet.

Arthur fell back a bit, his wings swooping out large behind him, slowing him down as he carefully landed.

"Ha! What, are you giving up on me, old man? Did we go too fast for-"

Alfred nose-dived into the ground, unable to stop himself fast enough. He skidded along the ground, face shoved into the dirt unceremoniously. Arthur snorted at him, landing gently, toes first, covering his mouth with one elegant hand.

"What an...unorthodox way of landing, Alfred. You did make it down first, though! Good for you!" He laughed openly, patting the settling dust off his trousers.

Alfred clawed up from the ground, spitting out copious amounts of dirt and grass. He glared at Arthur, pouting unhappily.

"You...You could'a warned me, you donkey's ass!" He got up, shaking like a dog, sending dirt flying directly at Arthur's face. It hit him square in the face, splattering over his head, sending bits of grass flying around him.

"You..." Arthur wiped the dirt from his face, balling it into a tightly-packed globe. He chucked it back at Alfred, flanking his side with it.

"I'll get you for that!" Alfred called, laughing stupidly. He was about to pick up another ball of dirt but stopped as Arthur glared at him, motioning towards a group of people stumbling by. Only then did he really notice where they were.

It was dark out, they were in town, or really on the outskirts of a town. The only thing nearby was a pub, full of rowdy patrons. And apparently, a couple of them had heard the commotion outside and decided to check it out, in their drunken stupor.

Arthur hissed at Alfred, motioning quickly. "Hide, you idiot!" he dissipated into the background, appearing off into the tree's, up in the foliage away from the eyes of the mortals. Although he did enjoy losing himself in drink, he did not enjoy being around the others that did so unless he was away with them.

Alfred grinned, shaking his head. The two drunkards stumbled up to him, obviously over-inebriated.

"Heeey...you, yeah, you!" One of them gurgled, giggling at nothing as he gestured towards Alfred. His med-length brown hair was curling everywhere, covering his brown eyes. he sounded Spanish, maybe Italian, some romantic language Alfred didn't really care to categorize. The other one with him was a girl, smiling vaguely, her head tilted to the side. She was much taller than the man, and she helped hold him up as he clung to her.

"We heard something...So Feliciano here wanted to take a look..." Although she was obviously less drunk than her counterpart she was still out of it, seemingly more relaxed than she had been in previous days. Her short blond hair covered her brows, and her startlingly blue eyes were hazy, her accent hinting at her Germanic ancestry.

Alfred smiled at them shrugging. "I didn't hear a thing! Me and a friend were just out here, foolin' around...dunno where he went, though. I have a feeling he'll show up soon though. But look! We found this sweet-ass thing here, we don't even know what it is-but just LOOK at this thing!"

Out of nowhere, Alfred procured a smooth object, covered in jewels and some sort of script. The man looked at it with a hazy, uninterested gaze, confused.

"Hey, hey, Ludi whhat is that? My Ludivine knows about so mucho amazing-and boring-stuffff...!" The man smiled and pat her on the rump, prompting her to take a step forwards and look. She frowned at the pat but took the item in hand nonetheless, inspecting it. She twisted it around, poking at things, trying to read the words.

"I...what? Is this some kind of a joke, I...can't...what is the word there?" She scowled at it, squinting at it, peering closer.

Alfred grinned and muttered something under his breath, and the item popped in her face, something grabbing her. She screamed and dropped the now-empty shell, the little shadow creature crawling down her shirt, into her cleavage. She screamed harder and tried to pull it out. Feliciano yelped and worriedly pat at her chest, awkwardly trying to get it out.

Alfred feigned innocence and fretted around them, yelping with them. "Are you alright? What happened? What is it?"

The two screamed and finally grabbed the creature, nearly stripping Ludivine in the process. Feliciano held it, a small mouse-sized black blob with eyes and feet.

Arthur watched from the shadows of the tree, glaring. 'That is enough! What do you think you are doing? These poor people did nothing to you-they don't deserve this kind of chaos.' he yelled at Alfred through thought, jumping out of the tree.

Alfred turned and grinned, unable to hold a snicker back any longer. 'But look at them! They don't even know-I mean-he almost stripped her...!' Alfred fell over into a fit of laughter while the other two looked on in stunned confusion, Ludivine close to tears.

Arthur came up to them, apologizing profusely. "I-I'm so sorry for my friend here, he's rather-well-he's a bit 'special', you see, and he just dressed up his rat there," Arthur took the little black creature from Feliciano, pocketing it. "He didn't mean any harm, We're very sorry, I didn't mean to leave him here alone." The two got up and nodded, Feliciano putting a protective arm around Ludi.

Arthur apologized again and they awkwardly chatted while Alfred half-pouted on the ground, chin in hand. As they walked off, Arthur came over to Alfred, glaring.

"I just had to talk them out of assault charges. You may be immortal, but that doesn't mean you can get away with such dangerous acts!"

Alfred huffed, looking up at Arthur. "Oh? So you're master of right and wrong now, are you? Wasn't it you who agreed to come and play because you fucked up?"

Arthur turned crimson, his hands balling into fists. "If it hadn't been for my silver tongue you wouldn't have been able to get away so easily."

Alfred's temper spiked, and he sent a glare at Arthur, accompanied with a smirk. He stood up, puffing up taller than the little Angel. "Oh yes, and you're silver tongue is so very useful isn't it? Especially when you're drunk off your ass on the devils drink and in front of your boss. That sure got you somewhere! I bet I could put it to a much better use, set you to a much easier task that even you could accomplish. You'd make a great fucking whore-"

Arthur slammed his fist into Alfred's jaw, sending him to the ground. "Shut your fucking demon mouth! Damn it-I knew I shouldn't have come down here with you. I should have just stayed up there, now I risk getting in trouble, being forsaken-all because of you!" His eyes smoldered, growing darker with every word.

Alfred glared, spitting blood from his mouth. "Well a great big fuck you to you too! It's not like I wanted to be around an old crusty shit like you anyways. Everyone think's you're a waste of time-the other angels, the demons, I pitied you! that's the only reason I'm here, I mean really, who the fuck would want to put up with you? Someone like you will never find a companion-even your boss banishes you away from everyone. He created you and he doesn't want anything to do with a little brat like you, and neither do I!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Alfred regretted it. Arthur looked as hurt as if he'd been truly stricken. "Is...that so?" He looked away, sighing heavily. "Then I'll leave. If I'm such a waste of space I don't see any reason for me to be here." With that he turned heel and threaded his way into the woods, away from Alfred.

"Shit...Wait, Arthur wait you know I didn't mean that, really, Arthur come back dammit!" Alfred hastily got up, darting after Arthur. He looked around, confused. Where was he? He ran deeper into the woods, calling his name over and over, apologizing into thin air. It was all for naught.

Arthur was gone.