A/N: And so I'm starting another multichapter... I'm going to work hard to finish this one. Give it a chance, guys.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia... though it's only a matter of time.
All she could see was the glow of the midday sun on the backs of her closed eyelids, the rays pleasantly warming her. The daisies tickled her cheeks and her thoughts drifted.
This is nice, she thought, feeling the wind on her exposed face. Quiet, relaxing…
"Hey there! Are you Alice?"
"What the-?" she sat up quickly, but felt her forehead slam against something solid. She laid back down, rubbing her aching head.
"Hey, what was that for?" complained the voice, and Victoria looked up to see a rather peculiar man. There were tears pooling in his blue eyes, and he too was rubbing a red spot on his forehead. He was wearing old fashioned but oddly colored clothes; powder blue slacks with a yellow waistcoat, a purple tie, and an old fashioned brown jacket over a red blazer. The strangest things about him, though, were the fluffy white rabbit ears that sprung from his caramel hair.
"I'm sorry," said Victoria, not quite sure what to do. On one hand, she was alone with a strange man who could take advantage of her at any moment. On the other… the ears were rather adorable.
"Well, anyway," said the man, who seemed to have recovered his cheerfulness abnormally fast. "Are you Alice?"
"No, I'm not," she said, tilting her head. Who was Alice? "My name's Victoria."
"No," he said impatiently. "I'm not asking about your name. Are you Alice?"
"I'm sorry, but I have no idea what you're talking about," she said, slightly annoyed. If he wasn't asking about her name, then what was he asking?
He stood, and examined her closely. "You have blue eyes," he said, "and brown hair. You're also wearing strange clothes." He nodded decisively. "Yeah, you're Alice."
Victoria spluttered. "I have strange clothes?" she asked, looking down at her jeans and hoodie. It may have been summer, but it was only sixty-eight degrees out. "My clothes are perfectly normal! Your clothes are strange!"
The rabbit man cocked an eyebrow. "Not where I come from," he said. "Anyway, come on, Alice!" He grinned and pulled her easily to her feet.
"Where are you taking me?" she demanded, trying to tug herself out of his grip and kicking him in the shins. However, he hoisted her up onto his shoulder and began to carry her toward the forest. "I'll—I'll scream!" she threatened, panic rising in her throat. She sucked in a breath, a let her cry loose. "RAPE—AHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Her scream had tuned from word to a meaningless cry of terror as she felt herself plummeting down, down, down into darkness.
"Hahaha, isn't this fun?" laughed the rabbit man, oblivious to her fear.
"No!" she yelled, eyes shut tight. They were going to crash at the bottom and she would die, never to see her dear sister again, and it would be all this infernal rabbit man's fault—
"Well, here we are!" he said, and, sure enough, when she opened her eyes, they were on solid ground.
"Put me down!" she demanded, and he did, grabbing her around the waist and setting her gently on the red tiles.
Victoria looked around. "Where are we?" she asked, looking around. They were standing in a long, dark hall lined with doors. There was a glass table a few yards away, and heavy curtains covering some sections of the wall. Victoria looked up. The ceiling was fully intact, without a hole in sight. "How are we going to get back?" she asked, beginning to panic.
"Back?" asked the rabbit man. "We're not going back, silly!"
"Not going… back?" Angry tears sprung into her eyes as she comprehended this. "What the hell do you mean, we're not going back? Of course we're going back!"
"Don't—don't cry!" he said, eyes widening behind his glasses as he tried to put his hand on her shoulder. She smacked it off. "Don't touch me!"
"Hey," he said. "When you see Wonderland, you won't even want to go back! Here, come look," he said, taking her hand despite her protests and leading her over to the glass table. Upon it sat a tall drink with a straw in it, and familiar looking red box with a yellow handle and curve on one of the faces.
"Is that a… Happy Meal?" asked Victoria, anger forgotten in the face of her curiosity.
"Sure is," grinned the rabbit man, opening the box and taking out two hamburgers, some fries, and a toy.
"Here," he said, handing her a hamburger. "Save this for later, you'll need it." She nodded, deciding to dump it when he wasn't looking. "Now, eat this," he said, handing her a fry. She eyed it suspiciously. It could be loaded with date rape drugs, or she could choke, or the salt content could give her high blood pressure, or—
She ate the fry.
"Good, good. Now that you've eaten that, take a sip of this! Only a little one, though, or the effects could be disastrous." He handed her the drink.
"Wait, what's this going to do to me?" she asked, weary.
"It'll help you get through the door we need to go through!" he said, ever cheerful.
Victoria sighed. "Fine," she said. "But first, you have to tell me your name."
The man's ears stood up straighter. "Oh, I forgot!" he exclaimed, scratching his head in embarrassment. "I'm Alfred F. Jones, the White Rabbit."
"I'm Victoria Michelle, but you can call me Tori," she said, extending her hand. He shook it warmly. If she was stuck here with him, she figured she may as well go along with him.
"Now, drink the Coke," he said, and she did.
The room, along with Alfred, began to grow bigger and bigger. "Alfred? What's happening?" she asked, frightened.
"You're shrinking, of course!" he laughed, oblivious to her fear. He grabbed the Coke that remained the same size from her hand before it could drop and crush her. He ate a fry, took a sip of Coke, and began to shrink with her. Soon, they were both a wee three inches tall.
Tori collapsed on the ground. "What the hell?" she asked, her voice shaking.
"What?" asked Alfred, surprised? "Don't they have Coke in your world?"
"Of—of course they have Coke!" she gasped. "But it's just a drink! The only thing it does it rot your teeth!"
Alfred laughed. "Wow, your world sounds really strange!" He stood and offered her a hand. "Well, let's go, shall we?"
She ignored both his hand and his comment and stood on her own. "If Coke makes you shrink, then what do fries do?" she asked, intrigued despite herself.
"They make your clothes shrink with you," he said as he made his way toward the end of the hall, where he moved a heavy curtain aside. "Ah, here we are," he said, revealing a door that was only slightly taller than they were. "Now, where did I put that key?" He looked inside his blazer, under his shoes, and he finally located it tucked neatly behind his tie. "Here we are," he said, unlocking the door. "After you."
Tori walked through the door he held open, and looked around in wonder. It was like no land she had ever seen, with towering gardens and cobble stone walk ways, castles in the distance and strange creatures roaming the land. The sky was filled with stormy clouds giving it a solemn feel. "What… what is this place?" she asked, as she turned to see Alfred emerging behind her.
He grinned, and gestured toward the horizon. "Welcome to Wonderland," he said.
A/N: Like it? Hate it? Have any suggestions? Also, this may or may not be a romance. Thoughts? Take just a couple of seconds of your time to let me know, please. It may be a little thing for you, but it's not for me.