Elizaveta in Wonderland
Based on this roleplay: http:/ dshetalians. proboards . com / index . cgi? board =rr& action= display& thread= 30& page= 1 ((If something is missing from the link or it doesn't work blame Iggy...))
Part One:: PoV - Alice
A brunette sat at a long, rounded table. She swirled the water in her glass as her green eyes flickered over the words in her book. Silently she turned the last, yellowed page, read the words upon it quickly and sat the book down upon the wood grain with a sigh. The words upon the book read "Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll" in English, but it wasn't English upon the bookâit was Hungarian.
The woman sat back in her red velvet and wooden chair, listening to the silence echoing through the large building. 'A world meeting is today so why was no one here?' She thought to herself, looking around the room, under the table and then out the hallway. The Hungarian turned her attention to the elegant cover of the book, thinking over the story. It was strange. She found it odd how someone could think up such weird things.
Her thoughts were shattered by the distant pattering of foot steps, growing quickly closer. There was a distant shout that echoed with the sound of feet. Soon the shape of a person whirled past the door. The brunette jumped to her feet and looked out to see a familiar figure with long, chocolate hair tied back in a pony tail. Except something was off, the Chinese man had long white, rabbit ears and one's fluffy tail.
"Gonna be late, aru!" he called as he raced down the hallway of the U.N. Building.
"Yao, wait up, the meeting is this way!" the Hungarian called, chasing after him.
The elevator doors down the hall opened. Yao turned and looked back at her. "Gonna be late, aru! Gonna be late!" he called back and jumped in. Except he fell instead of standing in the elevator. The Chinese man had disappeared.
"Yao?" the Hungarian called, she stopped in front of the elevator, searching for a hole or something. The whole thing was intact. "China?" she asked, taking a step forward and looking up at the roof only to loose her balance and find herself falling and tumbling downwards the annoying elevator music still playing in her ears. Soon the light that was at the top of the elevator faded from sight. As the Hungarian was plunged into darkness, she shut her eyes tight.
But then she felt feet, which had been above her head, came into contact with something, something solid. She peaked her eyes open only to see a small room with light blue walls, white tiled floor, and a white ceiling. There were no windows or doors, besides one only a mouse could fit through made in the white trim along the floor. There was nothing in the room but a small wooden table, laden with nothing but glasses of water. All except two glasses. Two glasses looked like tea and one had a tea bag that said "Drink Me" on the label. The text caught her eye, and she picked up the glass.
"Drink me?" she muttered to herself then sniffed it. It smelled like... well like youth. Joys, sweets, hardships, memories, imagination. The brunette didn't understand. She looked down into the brown liquid at the reflection staring back at her. "What is this stuff?" she asked herself. The Hungarian started at the tea bag label again, lifted it out, and placed it into another glass. She lifted the glass to her lips and sipped at it. It tasted cool, but refreshing, and sweet. She drank more and then placed the glass on the table, feeling something odd pushing at her head. Suddenly she felt herself getting compressed and watched in horror as the room and her dress grew around her.
The Hungarian finished shrinking and looked down at herself feeling clothing on her skin though she was surrounded by her own. The flower that always rested in her hair was white, she discovered after pulling it out. She placed it back in and looked down and a blue dress with white lace on the sleeves, collar, and hem. A white apron was tied around her and she wore long white stocking and the soft baby blue shoes matched the color of her dress.
When she stopped observing herself she around she spotted the door, with a quick glance up at the table the Hungarian slowly made her way to the door, and opened it. One the other side was a land of wonder with the likes you've never and will never see.
The grass was vibrant in the clear sunlight. The sky was didn't have the slight rusty orange-brown tint to it that you could always spot on the horizon. There were no clouds to block the brilliant sun. A cool wind blew across the land keeping the heat form being so strong. Flowers were dotting the land everywhere. Mountains were on the horizon before her, an ocean to her right, a dessert one her left, and trees rested behind her. The bark of the trees was a deep chocolate or light mocha and shades in between, all flowing together well with the positioning of the trees and golden light coming from the branches. The desert shimmered with every shade of red as the iridescent sand was kissed with sunlight. The beaches of the ocean were black with dark sand, a silver canoe rested upon it. The water was a deep midnight blue with a purple moon rising on over the water, mist from the cooling sea glowing in the special light of that section of the beautiful land. A small lake sat in the center of the field, flowers ringing out in rows of their own colors. Next to it was a large, vibrant green plant growing up into the sky. A large leaf was hanging over the head of a very familiar Austrian.
He sat in a yellow, white, and black banded suit with small black antennas coming from his neat hair. His purple eyes slid over the pages of his music and with an antenna he turned the page and muttered, "Elizaveta, I was wondering when you'd get here." The sweet music still filled the air as he spoke.
"Roderich?" she asked. The way he looked kind of reminded her of a caterpillar.
The Austrian stopped and faced her. He saw a movement behind her and sighed, "Well this is disheartening. We have no time for pleasantries now. You must be on your way or you'll be late." Roderich turned back to his piano and continued to play. Well that was odd.
Elizaveta looked to the woods behind her and decided that it was probably the easiest way to go. She turned and walked into the trees. Weaving through the sea of chocolate bark and minty leaves the Hungarian looked around in amazement until something caught her eye, a flash of silver. She started heading towards it.
When the Hungarian cleared rather thick foliage there stood a Prussian with pale skin, red eyes and silver hair. He wore a tail that was the same as his hair except with bright blue strips ringing their way around it. He had ears on his head that the inside were a slightly pinker shade of the man's skin. The outside of the ears were the shocking blue from his tail with silver spots in their center. The man wore a form of slim silver and blue armor with a black cape that looked easy to move in and light weight.
"Gilbert?" Elizaveta asked, cocking her head. "You too?"
"Oh hey, do you wish to speak to the awesome me... um lets see... Lizaburger?" he tried the name, smirking.
"Prussia don't you play those sort of games with me you don't want me to get my frying pan do you?" she threatened, popping her knuckles and getting closer.
"What's a Prussia? My awesomeness knows no such name, Fetter Esel," the feline version of Prussia asked, cocking his ears and eyebrows, sharp toothed grin still in place.
"Gil, don't you dare play games with me! Now say my real name!" The Hungarian lunged for him. She caught him by the front of his armor. "Say my name! Say Elizaveta!"
"Fetter Esel," he laughed a wind pushed him free of the woman's grasp and with that wind came a rush of translucent black smoke that went up over his head and ear. The cat was gone the moment it went over his ears, the albino and smoke disappeared.
"What the?" Elizaveta asked herself only to hear laughter behind her and spot the Prussian lazing on a branch of a near by tree, his tail swishing back and forth lazily.
"Hello again, Fetter Esel" he smirked.
"Prussia, this isn't funny!" the Hungarian scowled.
"You keep making me curiouser and curiouser, Fetter Esel," Gilbert sighed, flipping over on the branch and looking down at her. "What is a 'Prussia'? The Awesome Me might be well informed, but I do not know everything."
'How does he not know what Prussia is?' she wondered to herself. Elizaveta shook her head and then pretended to fall down. "If you're not Prussia who are you?" she asked.
"Kesesesesese, what ass to fat too keep you up?" the cat cracked. Then grew an unamused expression, pouting slightly. "How do you not know the awesome me? I am the Cheshire Cat though my friends call me Gilbert as you do."
"The Cheshire Cat?" She asked. Why did that sound so familiar? While the red eyes were rolling Elizaveta quickly picked up a stick from the forest floor and threw it like a spear at the feline man.
The sharp eyes clung to the motion the second it happened as a cat's do. He quickly dropped form the branch and as he fell he spun around, disappearing into the black smoke. "Not cool!" the Prussian whined from behind the Hungarian.
Elizaveta jumped up quickly with more sticks in hand and Threw another one at the man in the tree only for him to repeat the process from the last tree except land on a branch further down the tree line. She ran after him and they continued this game until the trees grew thin. The laughter of Kesesesesese rang through the woods. The Prussian grinned, "What do you say we draw this game to a close? I have some business to take care of. Auf Wiedersehen, Fetter Esel." The cat fell from another branch and disappeared again.
"Come back he-!" Elizaveta shouted at the empty trees, but she was interrupted my a loud crash.
A/N Time!
Fiery: Lets get this out of the way. Hey I'm Fiery I roleplay Alfred AKA Hatter I am also writing this fanfiction and make him a complete and total wimp while rping. I will make him less uke in the fanfiction but on the roleplay god he's so fucking uke it's amazing. I appologize. For each chapter I'm having the rpers read through it first... well which ever one's read it before I post it. I'll have at least two at all times being England and Prussia.
Iggy: Hello, I'm ArthurisAwesome (that's my fanfiction account name) and I roleplayed at England - who hasn't come in yet... I had trouble keeping him in character, making him slightly too sadistic and then remorseful, but he has a backstory that probably won't be covered very well in this story. Anyways, I really hope you enjoy this story! I'm sure Fiery will make it almost as awesome as Prussia.
Fiery: America is awesomer!
Awesome Incarnate: *stabs Fiery multiple times* Verdammt dummkopf "awesomer" isn't a word So Stop using it! As for the rp, I just screwed around the whole time. Now stop giving me a reason to procrastinate on damn Math, I can do that on my own damn it.
Fiery: ...I've been having to help her with math homework... I'm a freshman in highschool she is in collage... I feel smart for the first time in my life *grins*