There was once a little dream. It wandered around, hoping someone would dream it. What? Well, what did you think happen to dreams when they aren't being dreamed? Well this dream was such a very small dream, and it worried that people would stop dreaming it. When this happens the dream's world is destroyed, and so is the dream.
It thought to itself, "I don't want to go away. How can I make sure that people dream me?"
The dream thought and thought. It thought long and hard. Then, it had an answer.
"I'll find people, and they will create my world, and keep it running. They'll create it how they want. They'll stay with me, and keep me alive..."
The dream then sent out a message, to the first one chosen; a message so soft that it went almost completely unnoticed in the mind of the recipient.
Almost.
You are the first Alice.
AN: Well, who needs to stop doing other stories when there are incomplete ones still there? The answer is me. I am sorry to anyone who expects fast updates, especially on Not A Perfect World, but ugh, school. I don't own Hetalia, Himaruya does. And I don't own the Vocaloid song that this is based off of either. All rights for that go to whomever owns the rights to Alice of Human Sacrifice. Got a question? Feel free to PM me. No account? Either leave a review and mark it question, or pop over to my tumblr at karkittyisnotamused DOT tumblr DOT com. Take out the dots, replace them with periods. Well, that's it, I'm out.
~Ashe