A/N: I know this has already been done...but, hey! I've always wanted to make an Alice Human Sacrifice story...with my favorite anime; Hetalia. ...I did get inspired for this...So if some parts seem to similar with other stories, that is what I got inspired from. ^^

Some disclaimers.

Axis Power Hetalia does not belong to me. Nor does the song Alice Human Sacrifice. They both belong to their original artists.

Here is the first chapter.

Prologue;;

Somewhere afar, there was a small dream.

And such a tiny dream it was, no one had found out who dreamt it.

Soon, the tiny dream began to think.

'I do not want to disappear this way...so how can I make people dream of me once again?'

The dream started to think and think; then it had came up with it's great idea.

'How about having human's get lost in me....and I'll let them create their OWN world?'

-x-x-x-

First Alice-England/Arthur Kirkland.

Arthur Kirkland, or as most people know him, England, sat on a chair near his window, looking out of it, staring hardly at the rain that was pouring down hardly outside; the sunless sky, the only clouds visible were the only gray ones that were outside. Closing his eyes, he stood up, putting his hand on the wall for support as he stood up. What was this feeling that he had, why did he feel as if something was going to happen to him?

He didn't think much about it. He opened his light, green eyes as he turned to walk out of his room, looking at the dim lights in his hallway. He heard loud thunder behind him, and he saw some bright lights shoot behind him. "Great, just great..." He mumbled softly to himself. He didn't remember anything about there being a thunderstorm, or lightning storm today. He sighed in frustration; he was planning to meet up with Japan and America, just to see if those two would make a good team.

But thanks to this rain, he couldn't do that anymore.

He heard loud thunder this time again; only this time, it was much louder than the ones he had heard a few minutes ago. Another bright light shot up behind him, but it seemed to be closer to his home. Because of this, his dim lights soon shut off, leaving him alone in the darkness.

"Crap!" He complained, putting his hand on a nearby wall; walking to any nearby room that would have some kind of candle inside. After a good five minutes, he finally stopped, as he felt that he had his hand on a cold door. He felt around for the doorknob, being alone in his dark home wasn't really comfortable. He sighed in relief as he saw a shimmering light, coming from a candle.

But, wait....he didn't remember lighting up a candle. He didn't even remember putting a candle in this room. But it didn't really matter to him anymore. He walked up to the candle, putting his hand on the handle as he picked it up and turned to walk towards the door.

"W-Woah! Shit!" He yelled out, tripping over nothing as he dropped the candle and fell to the floor. He was able to not be in as much pain as he caught himself with his arms. "O...Ow..." He muttered to himself, pushing himself up with his hands as he looked at the candle, that was now fading. At least it wasn't burning the floor. He'd rather be in pain then have his whole house burn down. As it finally faded, he walked to what he could see of the door. He had his hand on the wall, walking to try to find his room. He saw something shimmer on the floor, and as he did, he put his hand off the wall and walked towards the item, stopping front of it as he bent down to pick it up. Obviously, it was something sharp. Something that could kill him if he used it wrong. He felt for something to pick it up by, and he finally did pick it up when he felt something hard, not sharp. This obviously meant it was the handle, and what England was holding was a sword.

'A...sword? What's a...sword doing in my house?' He thought to himself, as he started walking forwards. He was staring hardly at the sword, he didn't even know what it was doing in his house to begin with anyways. He stopped walking right after he walked head-first into a door, leading to the outside of his house. He didn't know what took the best of him, he put his hand on the door knob as he turned it. His eyes widened, seeing that everything changed.

He was now in some dark forest. It was no longer raining. The sky was rain. The clouds were black. Where was he? He glanced at the sword; but what got him a bit terrified with what was on his hand. A club. How did it get there? He knew he didn't draw on himself or anything, so how did THIS get on his hand? Ah....Hello. His eyes widened, hearing an unfamiliar voice. "Who are you?!" He called out, glancing around the whole place as he clutched the sword.

Hello. You are the first Alice, You are in Wonderland, if you didn't know. He didn't know. He knew that this strange voice ignored him. But he didn't want to believe that he was in Wonderland. "Why am I here?!" He asked loudly, clutching the sword tightly in rage. He waited a bit longer for a reply; but when he received no reply, he groaned as he started walking. He then heard a soft growling sound, and he turned. He saw some shadowed figure with large, fierce, red eyes. He knew that right away it had claws; and that it wasn't something he'd imagine. As it ran towards him, he quickly swung his sword down on the creature. He saw that he had split it's head open, and that there was a bit of blood that splattered on his face, and blood on the sword.

Did he just kill something? He didn't bother asking himself that; he knew he did. But he soon heard more growling sounds as the creature fell to the ground lifeless. He knew that these creatures must have been friends with this thing that he killed. There were more shadows; some of the same figure, some of human beings, and some of other things that he didn't even know of.

He ran towards the creatures, quickly stabbing and swinging his sword at the creatures. But for some reason, he wasn't able to destroy the human shapes. After being covered in a bit of blood, and after seeing his sword drip with blood, he felt something grab onto his wrist tightly. He struggled to get away from the tight grip. No matter what he did, he couldn't. "Let go!" He cried as he struggled. His cries and pleads didn't make these creatures let go. He felt something grab his ankles, both of them, at the same time. He still had his hand with the sword free. He quickly slashed around himself, trying to get away from the creatures. It didn't work.

"Let me go!" He cried again as he struggled. He tried to run, but it didn't do much as he ended up falling with the creature holding onto his wrist not letting go.

England continued to struggle, but he stopped when a creature grabbed onto his hand with the sword. He looked up, seeing blackness surround him.

This was it.

It's over.

He's going to die, he knew that.

England opened his light green eyes; laying on a hard, cold floor. He felt around the floor, happy that he was alive. He stood up, feeling a sharp pain in his side as he did so. He softly smiled to himself, thinking this was all over. But he had to check. He glanced down at his hand, that he knew that the clover was on.

His eyes widened. "What?! This isn't...over?!" He cried, glancing up, finally staring at what he was inside of. He saw huge, unbreakable, steel bars in front of him. He saw someone walking away from it; someone that had a human figure. "W-Wait!!!" He called out, running to the gates as one hand tightly gripped around one bar, while his free hand reached out from the gate.

When the strange figure turned around, he saw only the mouth and it's fearful red eyes. He wasn't imagining everything at all. He hoped this was some type of dream. "Tell me, is this a nightmare? Will I wake up? Will I be back home with everyone else?" England asked, feeling tears develop in his eyes, he fought hardly to have them not fall.

The figure smirked softly, closing it's eyes as if it was smiling happily, as if it was going to tell him good news.

Don't count on it, Alice.

That voice. He knew it! It was the voice he had heard earlier! He fell to the ground, his hand slipping down the bar, while his outstretched arm fell back to him slowly; he started to feel the tears run down his face.

He wasn't going to get out.

He wasn't going to be able to see Alfred.

Nor that jackass Francis.

Anyone.

Now, no one will know what will happen to you...

He clenched his fist that was resting on the cold, hard floor. He glared up at the figure, who was now walking away.

"Shut up!" England yelled, obviously mad. How will anyone not know what happened to him anyways? "How will they not know? Huh? Answer that!" He said, glaring hardly at the figure. The figure turned back around, smirking as it suddenly appeared in front of England, holding the sword that England had walked into the 'Wonderland' with.

Because, it started, putting the sword to England's neck. England's eyes widened with fear, knowing that it would be over.

You have just lost the game, It finished, pulling the sword back as it deeply cut England's neck, killing him at the spot. (A/N: Oh geez. I made a reference without meaning too. XD)

The first Alice had bravely entered Wonderland

Clutching a sword tightly in one hand

Cutting down so many countless creatures, she had left a blood red path along the way.

That Alice was soon found deep in the forest

And for her sins, was locked away as a criminal.

Besides that blood red path she left behind, everything about her never existed.

-x-x-x-x-

And....that's it for the first chapter.

Second chapter will be up tomorrow...or, er...later! It's 2 AM right now...sow the next chapter will be up later! I guess. Hahah...

Augh. It was hard killing England. England is one of my favorite characters. ;_;

Yes, I know that this has already been done...I know I already said that.

Hope you continue reading this story! ^^