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Route 66 | @tea-and-buttered-toast

Alfred had just finished loading up his new RV. He had been planning this trip for the last month. Just him and the open highway. It had been a long time since he had traveled cross-country. This time of year, though it was cold they got a month-long vacation from work, and Alfred was not going to waste a moment of it sitting home alone.

Tony his best bud was off making repairs and Sam was having his own vacation in the mountains. Alfred was sure he had a girlfriend there.

Alfred had just finished loading up all his food and clothes he would need. All that was left was his motorcycle. He would use it for making small trips away from the RV to save on gas. Besides it was easier to park a bike in a store parking lot than a Winnebago.

However, right before he exited through the inside garage door. He heard a soft knock come from his front door. Not expecting anyone, the American closed the garage door and walked to the front door and answered it. Who he found there was the last person he was expecting.

“Arthur?”

He looked at the Englishman confused. England was not prone to random visits though they did visit each other often. Alfred had just not expected to be seeing him now. Alfred then shivered and realized they were just standing there in the cold.

“Come on in.”

Alfred shut the door behind Arthur and took coat for him.

“What brings you to my house? Is everything okay?”

He then dusted the snow from the Englishman’s head as they entered the warm living room.

“I will make you some tea. You know I am really surprised to see you here. I was getting ready to leave on a road trip.”

As soon as the kettle began to whistle Alfred made Arthur a hot cup of tea with a side of cream and sugar.

“Sorry I have nothing to serve with it. I already got rid of all my perishables.”

He opened a pack of sugar cookies and set them on a plate.

“These must do.”

Once he saw to his guest’s needs he finally settled down beside Arthur and stayed still long enough to converse.

“So, what’s up?”

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I want to believe| @tasteless-combination

This RP is loosely based on a bad as AU idea by @freedomeagles. They have been kind enough to let my partner and I RP their AU. I hope they enjoy it!

The dungeon, deep down below the FBI building in Washington DC, was cold was damp, and empty, save for one person. Though his appearance was that of a man, he was truthfully far from it in the eyes of the government. He was only a beast. He hunted and fed on the blood of the living, and if he played by their rules, they had a purpose, a use for him. He was what was called a vampire. Even though he had been around aiding the government since 1908 when the department was formed, he was still looked down upon, and feared. He was the one who handled all the supernatural, paranormal, and the unexplainable cases that came to the FBI, otherwise known as the X-Files. The ones, that mere mortals, including agents ended up dead or missing in. Everything from Aliens to Werewolves.

The documents arrived yesterday. He was receiving a partner, the first he had ever had since the beginning. No one wanted to work with a Vampire. No one sane anyway.

Arthur Kirkland, his new partner was supposed to be a great mage and though magic of all things was not something the Vampire Alfred Jones was completely familiar with in humans, he himself had his own powers. Arthur did not come into the FBI as a magician. In fact, he had been a doctor and pathologist. His magic had apparently been kept a secret till recently from the government. When Arthur was found out, he had been quickly reassigned to X-Files department; or at least that was what was in the report. For all Alfred knew, they had sent him here to monitor the vampire, and keep him on a leash, keep him from finding out the truth.

The Vampire agent could hear the fluttering of a pulse from nervousness, and the soft steps down the winding stone staircase. Alfred had made sure to light all the torches so his new partner could see. Though he did have electricity and was not living in the stone age, he preferred the soft light of a sconce over bright luminescent bulbs. They were always hard on his eyes.

When Arthur reached the bottom, and introduced himself, The Vampire Jones had ignored him. He was looking through a microscope at some blood smears on glass slides. They were smears of Alfred’s own blood. He wanted to test the former doctor. Without introducing himself, he turned to Arthur and pointed to the microscope.

“What can you tell me about those blood samples? Werewolf, right?” The vampire smiled. He then waited for the agent’s assessment.

‘Definitely cute.’ Alfred thought. ‘And definitely a skeptic.’ Alfred could read his mind though only barely. The mage had put up a barrier around his thoughts, probably something he learned hanging around stuffy FBI agents. ‘Smart.’ Alfred thought.

“Well what do you think?”

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The Devil and The Ghost Hunter | @aokakesu

Once upon a time there lived a lonely king. He was the king of Hell and all its inhabitants. He would often visit Earth seeking different forms of entertainment. When one day he found a small babe in the wood. However, it was not just any ordinary babe, it was an angel; newly hatched from what Alfred could tell. The Devil King looked around for any sign of other angels he may not have sensed, but never found any. The King found it strange and looked to the heavens as if for an answer, then approached it.

“You are a bit small to eat or fuck, but I am sure….” His words cut off when he saw under its feathers beautiful golden hair and sparkling green eyes the size of the moon. The Devil could only stare in awe. Never had he seen an angel even so young, be so beautiful. “Maybe I will keep you around for a while.”

The Devil then plucked a golden strand of hair from the infant’s head, and transformed it into real gold. He then made it into a golden chain and enchanted it before placing it on the angel’s neck. “That will keep you from taint.”

Alfred then lifted the baby from the forest floor and carried him back to Hell with him to raise.”

~

Years passed and the angel slowly grew. He looked like a human six-year-old if human six-year-olds had wings pure as snow.

“Alfred tell me again about the king and the quest for the grail.” The young angel bounced on the Devil King’s knee

“I have more books than you can read in an eternity and you keep asking me to read that book to you. Why?” Alfred replied.

“I don’t know, it just seems amazing and magical. I like magic. He also defeats all those supernatural enemies.” The little angel replied, and the king frowned, Alfred himself was the king of all supernatural enemies, but gave in anyway. “I want to be just like King Arthur.”

“Even though I am going to eat you one day?” Alfred asked.

“You won’t eat me. I make your heart smile.” The cute little angel replied, and Alfred’s eyes widened.

“Then you have defeated your first enemy. I will name you Arthur.” Alfred smiled and the little angel giggled.

~

Angel Arthur grew into a fine and beautiful angel apparently in his teens, despite him being raised in Hell. He was secluded off from all of society, and King Alfred long ago made a decree that any who looked upon his angel would be killed without mercy. However, that left the angel very lonely. His only connection to anything was his guardian King Alfred and the huge library he had in his castle, and lately Alfred had been spending less and less time with the lonely angel.

That was when Arthur decided to go beyond the borders Alfred had laid out for him. If Alfred was not going to come to him, then he would go to Alfred.

That was his gravest error.

“Your Majesty, your angel…” A demon began, but could not finish his sentence because a clawed hand suddenly wrapped around the demon’s throat. Alfred was fierce and waiting for the demon to speak. “S-someone has…killed it.” The King crushed the demon’s throat, and ripped its heart out, before running for Arthur.

He found the angel laying in a pool of blood. His wings torn from his body. He was battered and bruised and had been assaulted. There was no saving him. That was the first and last time the Devil King had ever cried. He watched as the angel’s glow began to fade away.

Alfred held the angel close and hugged him tight; Something he had never done before, and that was when he felt it. Arthur’s heartbeat, soft, weak, and dying away. The King thought quickly. There had to be something he could do. He could not save him at this point, and he could not bear to make him a devil, so he did the only thing left he could do.

Alfred pulled the soul from Arthur’s pure heart. It sparkled like every smile the angel had ever given him. Alfred kissed it gently.

“Go, I am giving you a second chance. Find a better guardian this time.” Alfred then lifted the soul to the air and it rose higher and higher with increasing speed. Arthur’s soul almost seemed to wink at Alfred as it disappeared from his sight to go and be reborn once more.

~

It was several hundred years later that Alfred finally decided to return to Earth. For some reason, he felt a pull, and decided to see where it led.

When he came out of his portal he was in a darkened abandoned hospital, with empty chairs and tables, and beds all around. By any standards, it was like a horror movie. The King began to leave thinking it all a mistake when suddenly a young man exited a room and came into his view caring strange devices and talking to the air, but that was not what was the most peculiar thing about it all. It was the color of his soul, Alfred would know that soul the man carried anywhere!

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Time is of the essence | @lionofglass

It was a dark time for the normally prosperous Kingdom of Spade. They had been hit with the worst drought they had faced in many years. The rolling hills of grass turned to dust, the once bountiful farms could only watch as their crops withered away. With no water the animals persisted from dehydration and disease. The people were weak, and all they could do is pray to the gods, and pray to the King and Queen of Spade. Unfortunately, the one who could fix the land with magic was too young to wield it. For the time being, the land would have to heal on its own.

Meanwhile another Kingdom had other plans of a devious nature…

The Kingdom of Clubs had sent one of their best agents into the weakened Kingdom of Spade on the eve of the young King Alfred’s birthday. Though it should have been a great celebration, the castle was muted considering. Most of the staff had to leave. The military was sparse and underfed. At the table where the young boy sat was a cake no bigger than a hand. It had been made by the Queen with what remained of the flour in the pantry. The little boy looked between the Queen Arthur and the Jack Yao, and smiled gratefully. He then took his fork and divided the cake three ways for each of them to share. When they tried to reject the offer Alfred only smiled.

“This is my cake, I will share it with whomever I want to.”

That little party was the last anyone had seen of the young King. He had been whisked away in the night.

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Du siehst den Wald vor lauter Bäumen nicht @dem-deutschen-volke

Just before 8 a.m. on December 7, 1941, hundreds of Japanese fighter planes attacked the American naval base at Pearl Harbor near Honolulu, Hawaii. The barrage lasted just two hours, but it was devastating: The Japanese managed to destroy nearly 20 American naval vessels, including eight enormous battleships, and more than 300 airplanes. More than 2,000 Americans soldiers and sailors died in the attack, and another 1,000 were wounded. The day after the assault, President Franklin D. Roosevelt asked Congress to declare war on Japan; Congress approved his declaration with just one dissenting vote. Three days later, Japan's allies Germany and Italy also declared war on the United States, and again Congress reciprocated. More than two years into the conflict, America had finally joined World War II. By Dec. 10, 449 Japanese, German and Italian aliens were interned, as well as 43 German, Japanese and Italian American citizens.

Ludwig’s family had moved here from Germany in 1928. Ludwig had been 2 when he had moved to America. His parents and brother were both scientists that taught at NYU on the side they had been working toward a cure for diseases Alfred knew he would never be able to pronounce. Ludwig’s folks had spent the better part of the last year in the rainforest looking for new sources for cures, leaving their son on his own. Alfred was sure they never expected what was going to happen while they were away. They were geniuses but also a bit naïve. Like most innocent people they never suspect the power of paranoia to drive people to do insane things, and that is exactly what happened.

Alfred was 16 years old. He lived alone with his dad. His mom had moved away long ago taking his twin brother with her. Alfred was sure they had gone to Canada or something, but he never heard from either of them. Alfred’s father was a retired ex-military man. He lost an arm in World War I. Now he was a desk jockey for the justice department.

You would think after having something like that happen to his father, Alfred would have hated the blond haired blue eyed German kid, but he didn’t. And whenever he was asked why, Alfred always answered. I hate my mother more. “The German’s may have taken my dad’s arm, but my mother took my brother.” People seemed to accept that answer and left him alone about it.

Alfred only shared once class with Ludwig History, but they never spoke to each other. Both were in the top of the class, but seldom competed outwardly anyway. Whenever the idiot bullies would start to mess with Ludwig, Alfred usually ignored it. However, after awhile it began to get on his nerves. Ludwig would just sit there and accept it. Even when they ruined his lunch. Not wanting to get involved even when the troublesome boys tried to get Alfred to make fun of him as well, Alfred would just stand by and watch. Ludwig never entertained them though and soon they would tire of it and walk away. Alfred only stood by and watch. Slowly he was becoming impressed in the German kid. Five minutes before the bell rang, Alfred walked by Ludwig still sitting on the bench with a ruined lunch, and placed a shiny red apply beside the German. The American did not say anything as he walked back inside without looking back. This went on for a while. Every time Alfred caught them messing with Ludwig during lunch, Alfred would follow up by leaving some untouched food from his own lunch. The American never even knew if Ludwig at it or not, but it was all Alfred could do at the time. At least he stood around and quietly made sure they would not physically hurt him. Alfred knew he would step in and stop them, but if it was harmless bullying he would just do what he could to fix the damage. He and Ludwig never talked. They were not friends. Alfred did not owe him a thing, but for some reason he could not get the guy out of his mind.

One day, Alfred’s father came home from work. He made an announcement to Alfred. One that would hit the news the next evening.

“America was going to war, and we are going to round up all Germans and Italians, and Japanese and place them into camps until the war was over. They did not want to run the risk of spies among us and or have them running off to join the enemy of Europe.” Alfred’s father then began asking him for a list of names of all Germans, Italians and Japanese in his school.

There was only one that he knew of. It was not like they all socialized together. Half the school could have been German or Italian. Alfred would not have known. He only knew one!

“I don’t know of any, but I will ask around tomorrow for ya Pops.” “There’s my good boy.” Alfred’s father a former fighter pilot smiled, and then went on the read the paper and watch the news.

Alfred’s heart was beating in his chest. He felt his skin get cold and clammy. Why did he just lie to his father? He owed nothing to Ludwig! They never even talked! And yet he just lied to his own flesh and blood for him! Then something else occurred to the young American. Alfred may have lied for him, but he was sure a bunch of boys at school wasn’t.

Alfred grabbed his jacket hanging by the front door. It was his father’s old pilot jacket.

“Where you off to sport?”

“I was supposed to get some notes from a friend. I will be back before dark.”

“Alright. Take your time. We are having leftovers tonight anyway.”

“Thanks dad.” Alfred was then out the door and on his bike.

It did not take long to get to Ludwig’s house. He lived two streets over. Alfred pedaled there as quickly as he could then knocked on the door as quietly as he could.

“Come on Ludwig open up!”

When the German finally opened the door. Alfred was already out of breath and his eyes were wide as saucers.

“Ludwig! You have to come with me!” Alfred had already thought of a plan. He had always been a quick thinker. “You have to come with me or you could die! My dad just told me they are starting the detention camps up again! Any German or Italian age 14 or older must be locked up! I have to hide you!”

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Aller Anfang ist schwer @ dem-deutschen-volke

Alfred looked in the rearview mirror of the rented car and adjusted his tie. Not that it was crooked, but he felt the compulsion to do it anyway. He had managed to trick Ludwig the country of Germany into another date together. Though it was not their first, Ludwig had never looked at their outings together as ‘dates’. The boy was straight as a pin. Alfred sighed and adjusted his tie again.

“Why do I keep doing this to myself?” He asked his reflection. A voice in his mind seemed to answer. 'You have never given up on anything you wanted before. You can blame the former pirate for that mentality.' Alfred adjusted his tie again, and sighed.

“Frack it” He got out of the car and walked the distance to Ludwig’s door bell. Alfred looked at his watch, one Switzerland gave him, and rang the German’s bell right at 7:00PM their scheduled time.

What he did not expect was a certain white haired albino former country to answer the door in his blue underwear with red stripes and birds on them, and nothing else. Alfred smiled and Gilbert smiled back.

“You going to get my bruder laid finally?”

“I am sure you will be the first to know.” Alfred smiled.  He knew Gilbert knew how Alfred felt for Ludwig. Gilbert had even tried setting them up a few times, but when Ludwig proved to be more interested in girls he gave up. Alfred didn’t though.

“Hey Luddy that American pest you keep calling around is here!” Gilbert winked at Alfred then left the door with Alfred just standing there.

As soon as Ludwig was ready to go, they made for their first destination. “I hope you like this place. It has great reviews. Were on our way to Marjellchen.”

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The Gilded Cage [Closed RP @tasteless-combination]

The devil sat alone, in his study. A bowl made of silver and filled to the rim with water, sat on the desk in front of him. Alfred stopped his writing and looked over to the bowl. With a tap of his finger, the water began to shimmer and turn to ice. The reflection changed. What appeared was a huge golden cage, but there was nothing particularly special looking about it, aside from its size, unless you count its resident. On one of the golden perches sat a small angel with hair almost the same color as the cage. He wore same radiant silken clothes, that all angels wore. His bright white wings flared out behind him. Overall, the angel was a stark contrast to the being that was watching him. Alfred, dressed in various shades of black, his hair was raven colored and shone blue in the light. His wings were huge, black, leathery, and resembled those of a bat. His eyes were the color of artic ice. Over all his presence seemed to suck the light and life out of anything around him. He was the King of Hell, its tenth to be exact, and he got that position by defeating the previous King before him and all his devout minions.

He smiled when he saw how angry the angel was. He obviously did not care for his new home. The perch he sat upon swung back and forth unintentionally, as he yelled out into the Kings bedroom. No one would answer him though. No one dared go into the King’s room for fear of never leaving it again.

There are very few times in a King’s life where they wonder what to do next. This was one of those moments. Alfred stared at the angel, wondered what possessed him to capture him, and now wondered what to do with him now that he had him. Alfred sighed, and blew the images away. After placing the paper he was writing on in his desk he got up and headed for his bedroom to greet the angel properly for the first time since his kidnapping.

Alfred stepped through the door to his bedroom, and was bombarded with the angel’s ire. This did not bother the King in the least. He walked over to the foot of his bed, which faced the gilded cage, and sat down. The room was dark; the only light that shone in it came from the angel. Alfred sat surrounded by darkness, but he knew the angel could see him. The devil’s darkness seemed to swallow the angel’s light. He sat there silently until the angel stopped talking, once he did, Alfred began to speak.

“So, I take it the cage is not up to your standards?” Alfred smiled a beautiful, but deadly smile, with sharp pointed canines, that matched his elfish looking pointed ears, hidden behind large curled ram-like horns. He looked over to the food and water dish. Nothing had been touched. “The food not satisfactory? I made sure it was untainted just for you.”

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Get thee behind me @ aokakesu

One day the devil sat bored at his throne. This happenedfrom time to time. Usually he would cure this by torturing his subjects or taking a few succubus to bed with him, but none of that seemed appealing to him. He decided to go to Earth. He did not know why he thought it would prove to be more entertaining. He hated humans. He thought of them as no more than rats. A source of power was their only worth. He put on his human guise, stepped though the portal, shoved his hands into his pockets and began walking though the city looking for some entertainment. He was no low ranking devil so he would not bother just anyone. He was looking for someone or something special to harass.

After several hours, he came across a Catholic Church. He stopped and stared at it. Churches never bothered him. These days there was never enough faith to keep out a lower demon let alone the King of Hell. However, something about this church drew the devil’s attention. He could actually feel some faith. It was not enough to drive him away, but it was enough to draw his attention. He wanted to know what the source of this power and faith was. He then decided to pay the church a visit.

Alfred intended to walk inside when he noticed a priest watering some roses that grew along the side of the church. Alfred approached the man grooming the plants and smiled at him.

“Hello there;” The devil gave a beautiful smile. “I am new in the area and was checking out the different churches. I hope I am not bothering you.” He motioned to all of the roses. “They sure are lovely.”