• England was laying under a tree, resting. He was a loner, though he didn't mind that very much. What troubled him was his popularity with the girls. Sometimes, he even felt like he was stalked! But, the two people he wanted their attention desperately seemed not to care.

    The first was America. He was like a younger brother to him, however, lately those feelings had changed. He had a guilty, lustful feeling towards him. He was a bit jealous, too, since America was always among his countless friends, or next to a pretty girl.

    The other one was France. They were in a relationship together, but before long, France dumped him for a random girl, leaving England heartbroken. He still loved him, but he also wanted some sort of revenge, as well. He kept on telling himself that it was wrong, and that he should make those thoughts, thoughts of both America and France, disappear. At that moment, he heard a noise, and two voices, so familiar to his ears and so simillar to each other, arguing.

    “What are you doing here?” the first voice asked, angrily.

    “Why, I'm here to help him, of course.” the other one replied, tauntingly. “What are you doing here? Have you followed me or something?”

    “As if I'd do something like that! And you're no good at helping, you'll just make him sink lower in the mud.”

    “But, it's pretty fun when that eventually happens~” he purred.

    England thought he must have been dreaming. Otherwise, these voices couldn't be same to his, or he couldn't see in a distance, an angel and a devil arguing for something. It's probably about some poor human's soul, England thought, until the devil pointed towards his direction. “Look, he's awake!” They both flied next to him, despite being so close, they could just walk or run.

    England was a little scared. Was he the only one to watch them? Apparently, yes, as he saw others pass by without paying any attention. Relieved about that, he took a glimpse of the two. He was amazed by the similarity. The three of them shared the same height, green eyes, bushy eyebrows, hair style, snd seemingly looked as if these two were some sort of counterpart or something like that. But there were differences, as well. The angel's hair were in a very light shade of blonde that was very close to silvery white, while the devil's hair looked more like red flames. Of course, he couldn't just avoid noticing the wings, tail, horns and halo, but that was a bit natural. He was dealing with an angel and a devil, after all. He decided to gather all his courage and face them.

    “What do you want from me?” he asked abruptly.
    "We're here to help you." the devil replied.
    "Don't trust him." the angel said. "He likes to play with people."
    "And you think you're sooo much better."
    "I am! I help people, for real, I don't lead them to their destruction."

    The devil paid no more attention to the angel, instead, turned his face towards England. "I'm the devil Arthur, and this annoying angel" said, pointing to the other, "is the angel Arthur."
    "I'm your gurardian angel" he stated.
    "And he's not doing his job properly, if I can judge from all these of your thoughts right now." he said, trying not to laugh. "Anyways, don't listen to what that idiot says. I can help you."
    England seemed not to understand the devil's words. "With what?"
    "With your love life, of course! I'm a master at these things! I have the most admirers in Hell, this little angel could never imagine."
    "Don't listen to him! He's a corrupted b*****d! He'll make you worse than him!" the angel warned him.
    England, however, seemed to be hypnotised by the devil's words. "How?"
    The devil snickered. "You want to make France jealous and America to notice you, right?" England nodded. "I can help you, but not with that eyeshore here" he relpied, annoying the angel even more, if that was ever possible. "You need to decide which side of your mind you'll listen to."
    England stared at both. He then sighed, having reached a decision. "Leave, and don't interfere any further" he said to the angel.
    Angel Arthur sighed in defeat. "Fine. But don't call me full of tears if you end up broken worse. I've warned you" and flied away.
    Devil England wore a smile in his face. "Listen carefully what to do." He whispered something to England's ear. England nodded and then ran to America's direction. Devil England smiled to himself and flew away to the opposite direction.
    "Hey, America, can I ask you something?"
    "Dude, England, sure thing! What can the hero do for you?"
    "Can you be my boyfriend? Just for show, you know. Nothing more. I just want to piss France a bit." he said, blushing a little. Ask him to be your boyfriend for a game at first, until he falls for you, England heard the devil's words inside his head.
    "Like a game?" America asked, and England nodded. "That's cool! I'm in!" Ameirca replied.

    That might have been the beginning of the end for the three of them.....