This is for Erin_the_dragon, for being my 100th review on Americana Fairytale! This idea…is insane!
Warning: A LOT OF SHIT! I'm being serious, there is a lot of weird and morbid stuff in this fic! I can tell you that 2P! Is used and there is child abuse in the first chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia OR Alice in wonderland/ Alice: Madness Returns.
A/n: I got bored guys! Plus I have already written like 4-5 chapters on this!
-My Insanity, My Wonderland-
The young colony, formally known as The British Colonies of America, was sitting outside against a large apple tree. He was smiling and laughing as he chatted away while he talked to a very special and important person to him. England watched America, watching the seven year old boy converse and laugh his cute little laugh; but England did not smile as he watched this. England had called Alfred in a few times to wash up and come in for supper, but the young colony said he was hanging out with his best friend.
England glared and growled lightly as he watched America's face turn into a blush as he laughed harder, watching the boy holding his sides as he laughed. England squeezed the cleaning rag and the porcelain plate he was cleaning, watching his beloved America talk to his friend. England was not jealous America was talking to his friend; and he had no reason to be, because the person Alfred was talking to did not exist.
England felt the plate crack and break under his grip, breaking the white plate and causing thin white shards to cut his wet hand.
"Angelterre? "an accented voice asked from behind, making the butter blond empire to turn to see the one man he hated the most. England studied the man quickly, noting he man had his golden blond hair tied back and he was wearing a bright blue coat with a white shirt, white vest, white pants, and nice black shoes. England felt slightly sloppy at the moment, since he was wearing just a pair of brown pants with a white shirt and brow shoes.
"What do you want, frog?" England asked before turning to his bleeding hand and started to pull out the glass shards. The man, who England called frog, was none other than France.
"Well I was thinking Canada and America could play together? He has been lonely lately," France said as he patted a small child holding a small polar bear cub in his tiny arms. Canada, who was slightly taller and older than America, smiled sweetly at his big brother France. England turned and studied the boy, who was America's and his brother.
"Sure, he is outside," England said as he wrapped his bloody hand in the cleaning rag to stop the bleeding from getting any worse. Canada smiled and mumbled something softly in French before running out of the house to play with his little brother. France walked over and stood next to England; both Empires were watching Canada walking over to America. The two smiled at the sight, glad to see two nations getting along at such a young age; since it was rather rare for where they came from.
France and England almost walked away from the window to chat and argue, but they had to stay when they saw America pick Canada up by the boy's neck. France and England both were shocked and ran outside to stop the small boy from killing his brother.
"America! Stop that right now!" England yelled as he ran over to American and grabbed the boy's wrist, squeezing the boy's wrist painfully. France grabbed Canada and pulled the boy away as England added pressure to America's wrist. It took a few seconds to get America to let go of his brother, though when Canada's neck was free it was easily seen he had just been squeezed.
"America! What the bloody hell where you thinking? You could have killed him!" England yelled, pointing to a crying Canada in France's protective arms. France cooed softly as his little brother cried loudly, budding his face in his brother's colorful coat.
"He hurt my friend's feelings…and so I tried to hurt him," American said as he tried to pull himself away from England's grip, but only got a tighter squeeze.
"What friend? America, you have no friends, so there was no way Canada could have said anything to upset anyone who is not even bloody real in the first place!" England yelled as he pushed America to the ground, making the small colony whimper softly. England turned to Canada, who had stopped crying and started breathing normally. "Are you okay, lad?" England asked, getting a nod from the small boy.
England turned to scold America, but there was not a boy there. England was so mad he began to see red, and so he began to call America in a loud and angry tone. He received no call back from his beloved America; instead he only got the sound of winds over the tall grasses in the field where they were. England, France, and Canada began to walk around the large field, calling for America to come out from his hiding spot; but no luck was given to them.
England was mad and tired, and had spent three hours with France and his colony looking for the stubborn British Colony; but they were given no luck. The three blonds retreated back into England and America's house, escaping the pitch black and star filled night that had came to swallow the New World. England felt a pang of guilt as he thought about what he said to the boy, who really did not have any real friends or even bothered to talk to the local children; and now America was gone and it was night time.
Not far away from the field near England's house was a deep and dark forest, which is where America was sitting now. He had his back up against a tree and tears still rushing down his face. He called for his friend multiple times, but no answer from the seemingly loyal person who would often consume America's time. American began to wonder deeper and deeper into the woods, feeling the grass and fallen leaves under his bare feet and the heartless breeze grazing against his exposed arms.
America stopped when he noticed a small pocket watch hanging from a nearby branch; watching it spin slowly and watching it shine in the cold moon light. America walked over to it and took hold of it in his hands, feeling the cold silver metal under his finger tips. America turned it around and looked at the back, seeing an engraving on the back of it. America smiled and ran his finger over the perfect cursive engraving, memorizing the name with his fingers and his bright sapphire eyes.
America began to try and sound out the words, and it came naturally in his innocent mind, 'Property of Arthur Kirkland'. America pulled on the chain of the pocket watch, making it come loose from the branch it was wrapped around. He opened it and saw what was inside; a brightly blue and pink colored clock was resting inside the silver case.
"So your name is Arthur too?" America asked the endless darkness, knowing his friend was standing there and watching him admire his watch. America turn to where the small beat of a mad man's heart was easily heard by his sensitive ears. "I like it better on you; can I still call you Iggy though?" America said as he held the watch out into the darkness, waiting for the hand of 'Arthur Kirkland' to take it.
America did not have to wait long till he saw a hand snake its way out of the shadows and over the silver watch, softly touching America's small hand. America did not let go and waited till his friend came out of the darkness of the night. America could now see the bright turquoise eyes of Arthur Kirkland looking at him in the darkness, thinking that they had some sort of ominous glow to them.
America smiled brightly at Arthur Kirkland, who smiled widely and showed all his perfectly white teeth at the boy. America giggled, seeing the man come into the light of the moon; which was shooting between the gabs made by leafs. America marveled at the tall man in the bright pink coat, white shirt, kaki colored pants, and a thin turquoise blue bow tied around his neck. Arthur Kirkland had snow white skin, pale strawberry-blond hair, ominous and delish turquoise colored eyes, a few freckles under his eyes, huge strawberry pale eye brows, and a creep smile on his face.
"I'm sorry Mattie hurt your feelings, and you ran so fast you dropped your watch, silly Iggy," America giggle as he let go of the watch, giving it to Arthur Kirkland. Arthur Kirkland smiled, his eyes looking as if they were two colors, but America did not seem to mind one bit.
"Thank you, love, I'm sorry I ran off; but that boy was just plain rude! Insulting me and trying to take you away!" Arthur Kirkland said as he covered his right hand and pouted at the small boy, who giggled at Arthur's act. America smiled as Arthur knelt down to his height and genteelly kissed the boy on his nose, making America blush lightly.
"Canada didn't mean it, but even when you begged him he still didn't stop! Don't worry! I got you some revenge!" America said with a bright smile, which made Arthur feel his heart grow light. Arthur took America's beautiful wrist to his lips and began to kiss the bruised wrist, which were from when England had held the boy far too tightly.
"Thank you, love, is that why you're lost?" Arthur asked as he ran is gloved fingers over America's wrist and kept kissing it softly, which made America blush at the soft acts of love and kindness form the man.
"I'm not lost, I was just following you!" America said, his face heating up with embarrassment.
"You're right; but you better head back home, love, you don't want them to get too worried about you," Arthur said as he kissed the boy's nose again. America gave the man a sad look and nodded before kissing Arthur on his nose softly. Arthur and America exchanged a few hugs and soft kisses before Arthur escorted America out of the dark woods and to the field close to England's house.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Arthur, and now I can call you something besides Iggy!" America said as he ran through the grain field and back to his home. Arthur smiled as he watched the boy run off, seeing the bright smile he was denied back at his home. Tomorrow was going to be a wonderful day for both of them; they had a tea party planned in the forest with Arthur's friends.
America ran as fast as he could, wanting to sleep so he could wake up to a new tomorrow and wake up to Arthur's sweet tea and finger cakes. America opened the door slowly, seeing all the lights were out and hearing no sounds, meaning that everyone was asleep. America crept upstairs, squeezing his eyes every time he would step on an old board and it would creek loudly. America could smell England's supper in the air, which smelt like burnt hair and sea water. He made his way to his room, opening the door slowly and sneaking inside to burry himself under the warm covers.
"America! Where the hell have you been?" a loud voice yelled from the darkness, which startled the young boy to the point of screaming. His small room was soon filled with the dim light of two newly lit candles, one held by England and the other held by a sleepy France.
"W-with my f-friend," America said, his legs shaking in fear of England's merciless wrath. France saw England's face turning red with anger all over again, but he did nothing to save America from the enraged man.
"Dammit America! IT does not exist! I have told you so many times that he's just an imaginary friend! Not real! You're a growing colony, grow up mentally you bloody git!" England yelled, seeming America looking at him instead of running off and crying like the small colony normally did.
"You have imaginary friends, I see you talking to them all the time," American mumble softly, looking into England's emerald green eyes. England hissed at the boy and placed the candle down on a dresser, leaning over and grabbing America by his bruised wrist. England was shocked when he felt something rough and jagged on the boy's thin wrist. France raised as eye brown when he saw England roughly twist the small colony's arm, making it pop out of place, and making the under side of America's arm seen in the dim light. America began to whimper and cry as he felt pain rushing through his boy, from England popping is arm out of place.
England and France's eyes both widened at the horrible things they saw on America's left wrist. They saw cuts that looked like they had been very carefully carved by a very skilled hand; but they still looked horrid on the innocent boy. England looked at what was carved and saw they were letters, but it did not form a real word. The angry brit grabbed America's other arm and twisted it the same way, making it pop and causing America more tears. He held the wrist together and he and France looked at what it read, which was a simple word that sent a spine tingling message to the two older men.
'MINE'
England let go of America and backed away, his eyes wide with shock and complete denial. France sighed and began to try and fix America's arms, trying to pop the small arms back in place; but it just cause America to whimper even more. England stood and looked out the window for what seemed like hours, though it was only five minutes; and he looked at American with a sad look.
"We are going to visit a doctor tomorrow, America," England said patting the boy on his soft head. France looked at England with a shocked expression, knowing what England was talking about.
"But I went to him last week for my checkup!" America said, not wanting to go back to that mean old doctor who liked to poke him. France looked away, feeling hot tears about to burst from his sky blue eyes. England shook his head and sighed before he leaned over and kissed his beloved colony on his forehead, which confused America.
"Not that kind of doctor, I am going to take you to a special doctor," England said softly as he walked away from America and dragged France out with him, thinking all America needed was to be alone; but that was far from the truth. America sighed and blew out the candles before tucking himself into bed, which is something he has had to do many time before when England was back over in Europe.
America closed his eyes, dreaming of his own wonderland, dreaming of talking with Arthur. He could imagine him and Arthur running together in his wonderland, which would be full of cakes, games, teas, coffees, fire, blood, tar, and screaming. America opened his slowly dulling sapphire eyes and looked into the darkness of his ceiling and smiled, yes this would be his and Arthur's wondrous Wonderland. America smiled and fell asleep, awaiting tomorrow's fun tea party with his beloved Arthur Kirkland.
Sadly, the party never came because the doctor England and France took America to placed in him a room while France and England went back to Europe, leaving America with the creepy doctor to be 'cured'.
And so, America was forced to forget about the turquoise eyed man with the creepy smile and love for cakes, but he never forgot who Arthur Kirkland was. Arthur Kirkland was England, but the England he knew was not Arthur Kirkland. When America wrote that in his journal it seemed odd, but it made since to him in the deepest and darkest parts of his mind. This part of his mind is where England once said all things bad and evil go, like his imaginary friend and bad memories that we should forget; but this dark place was where his friend and his wishes lived, so it made it a Wonderland.
~+~Present Time ~+~
Alfred was sick and tired of their cruel words and jokes towards him and his countrymen. He was ready to snap, ready to explode, ready to give up and leave them to their selves; but he did not want to pull all the plugs and hurt the world. Alfred hated being a nation; he hated the pain he felt as the rest of the world mocked him from behind his back. He slowly felt himself becoming weaker and weaker as the other nations became stronger and stronger once again.
Alfred could see their hate in their eyes, every color and every shape; he saw the insults and the jokes just floating around in them. It happened every time he saw them, those feeling of hate and anger and being unloved always surfaced when he saw any other nation, even his own brothers made him feel like this. Alfred just wanted to forget everything they said and thought, he wanted to be loved and adored again like he was when he was barely a hundred years old.
Alfred wanted to take a needle in the arm and close his eyes, falling into his own dream world where all other nations would be not welcomed. He wanted to be in a world where England would cook decent food and love him, and not tease him for how he acted. He knew he acted like a happy go lucky child; but it was just an act now. He uses to feel happy and cheerful, but ever since he began to feel the scorn of the other nations he felt dead and empty inside. So now all Alfred was only a hollow shell with one last strand of hope and emotions before breaking and taking his life.
Alfred was sitting in his chair at the world meeting in London while he thought about this, mindlessly watching Germany give his end of the meeting lecture about how and where the next meeting was going to be. Alfred looked like he was paying attention, but he was actually writing down some chemicals he could mix together to make him forget. He began to think where he could get these certain chemicals at a high quantity, thinking the drug stores would be the best place. He was too busy to notice Germany addressed his nation name, to busy thinking of how much he would need to buy and the price.
"-Ica! America! America, you fat moron! Are you listening?" Germany's mad voice yelled, ripping Alfred his thoughts on a cure to help him get out of this hell.
"Yea I'm listening, what's up?" Alfred answered, covering his drug sheet with a work sheet. Germany's pale face was turning deep red from yelling and anger as he looked at America act like this was not serious. Alfred took a few seconds to quickly scan the faces of the other personification in the room, almost seeing the same expression on everyone's face.
"Just go, America," Germany said, point to the large double doors of the meeting room. Alfred nodded and got up and gathered his stuff, getting up and walking over to the door and talking hold of the gold handle. He pulled it and left the room, closing the door and standing there to listen to their insultes.
"What an idiot, daze!" one voice said. "Too childish, aru," another voice said.
"Bloody git needs to grow up and stop sleeping in meeting," another voice.
"Honhon, you raised him Angelterre." "Da, all England's fault for America's stupidity."
"Maybe something was on America-san's mind? "Another. "Yea, like whose country does he want to fuck with next?" another voice. "Cuba! America doesn't actually plan that it just happens, oh maple,"
"Keseses, he was too busy wishing he was as awesome as me!" another damn voice!
"Nyet! He was jelouse at how strong my big brother is!" god dammit will these damn voices die!
"Sweden, maybe he was sick?" another. "S'ck…m'yb w'f'," Please shut up!
"He was, like, drawing in his note book," not true.
"What ever he was doing is not important, let's get along with this meeting," Germany's voice said to the other nations, who began to talk about business instead of America's faults.
"It snapped," Alfred said so quietly that it almost did not exist.
Chapter one!
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