Alfred F. Jones has been investigating the disappearance of his good friend Arthur Kirkland for 10 years. You see, the home in which the two friends lived was burned down in a tragic accident and sadly Arthur was believed to have died. Alfred knew different though and now, at the age of 25, he has become a professional investigator and reopened the case of the missing man. Wandering to their childhood home the American feels himself being pushed and falls over. Suddenly, what seems like a fall and a bump to the head has sent him to a land where the flowers talk, there's a part boy-part cat following him and a mysterious hatter who just doesn't fit into the picture...will Alfred ever get out of this land of wonders and solve the mystery of Arthur Kirkland...or will he perish against the red king and queen...?

Hello and welcome to my newest adventure Alfred in Wonderland! I suddenly just wished to write this after coming across a roleplay I did with an old friend once upon a time. We were both very fond of the Alice in Wonderland theme in Hetalia and came up with an amazing roleplay which has remained in my mind ever since. So, in dedication of the memory of that roleplay and a friendship, I am writing it as a fanfiction. Enjoy everyone!

Arthur James Kirkland, aged 17 years old, was my best friend. Teacher, brother, awful magician...Arthur was the only family I'd got in a way...my other brother Matthew having died young. But...something bad happened one day and well- we got separated. Never again did I see that mad wannabe magician...Who am I? My name's Alfred Frederick Jones, I'm an American of 25 years and I lost my best friend 10 years ago. Ever since that day, I had decided to try to find him...the authorities told me to give up straight away...I mean c'mon...I was only 15 when I began my search! But, as Arthur said I always did, I ignored what I was told and did things my way. Now, I'm a professional investigator who has cracked open the rusty case of Arthur Kirkland's disappearance and have taken charge. We'll find you bro...I know we will!

Alfred smiled bitterly as he gazed at the picture pinned to his notice board, brow creased in frustration as he threw himself onto his office chair. It had been six whole months since he opened the case of his old friend and gone over old ground. It was time for new action and the American knew this more than anybody. Blowing over a hot cup of coffee, a hand running through his messy blonde hair, he took a sip and began typing up a little more on his report of what had happened that night...when it all went wrong. "Tsk, they missed out a lot." He commented angrily to himself as he tapped away furiously at the keys. "Then again, I suppose they couldn't get enough evidence to prove what had happened...what really happened that night." Every now and then, he took a look at Arthur's picture and felt a bite of frustration seize him as he recalled everything that had happened that night-

.~Flashback~.

"Arthur, Arthur where are you?!" Alfred cried as he looked around wildly, sapphire blue eyes glistening with unshed tears as orange and gold flames licked at the walls and ceiling in the reflection of his gaze.

Soon enough, the weak cry of Alfred's name reached his ears and the American teen ran towards the sound desperately. Repeating Arthur's name, he soon came across the Brit in the library..but with a burning wooden wall between them.

"Alfred! Get out of the house!" Arthur yelled over the groans of the house and the sound of falling debris. He flung his arm towards the outside of the house to emphasize his point, but the sheer determination in the younger teens eyes had caused fear to pierce his heart as sharp as a knife through the air.

"No way! I'm not leaving you here!" The other replied, pressing himself against the stone wall and trying to edge his way towards the Brit as quickly as he could without getting burned.

"I don't want you hurt you-" He began before yelling as more debris fell toward him, catching his foot as he dove to the side to avoid getting flattened and getting caught by the burning wood. He let out a yell and attempted to remove his leg from under a large chunk of wood but to no avail, the limb becoming blistered and burned quickly. "Alfred, get out!" He cried.

Upon seeing that his 'brother' was in danger, Alfred desperately attempted to get into library where Arthur was. Panic rising within him, Alfred frowned as the only way he could get through to the Brit was by leaping through the flaming wall...both boys knew it and it caused fear to shine in both of their eyes. They knew how this evening would end...they knew they had very slim chance of getting out alive...but for each other-it was worth the risk. Slowly, the American teen took two-three-four steps back and, with a yell of Arthur's name, dove into the crumbling wall and burst through the over side. Flames licked the walls and books fell off of their shelves and finding their way towards Alfred the American looked around clumsily as he stumbled to his feet. "Arthur...?" He called, eyes widening at the sight that greeted him.

Arthur Kirkland...was gone.

What followed Alfred shall never forget. The blazing lights, the cool touch of water as firefighters helped put the fire out, the blistering sound of the ambulance causing his head to spin...the American could remember it as if it was only yesterday...

The sound of the door opening touched his ears and Alfred turned to see his assistant, Ivan, watching him from the opening. The sight of the (what Alfred called) grey haired Russian sent a smile to his face but an internal frown hit him as he realized he had been crying while typing.

"I am going home now, Alfred. You are coming home now, da?" The Russian asked expectantly, smiling innocently and violet eyes piercing through Alfred while he was holding the door. "It is getting late and you have been working hard, even by my standards~"

That was a compliment...right? The Investigator thought curiously as he gave the older male a nod, "Sure, Ivan...thanks." He glanced to the clock, 11 already, and sighed while standing and grabbing his infamous bomber jacket. Zipping it up, he and his assistant walked out together while talking about their plans for the night. Ivan was due to go and visit his sisters, after not seeing them for a month, and Alfred simply mentioned he was going home.

"Do you wish for a ride home, Alfred?" Ivan asked politely, heading to his impala while watching him.

"No thanks, dude, I just want fresh air tonight." He replied, waving Ivan of as he drove away and abandoned Alfred in the cold night.

About an hour later, Alfred slowed down and stared at the ruins of his old home...his childhood wonderland. It was time he returned to this place once more, if only for a short amount of time. Walking amongst the abandoned ashes of the once rich and large house, the American stopped at the point where Arthur had once stood on that faithful day. Tears escaped his eyes as he knelt down and touched the ground, a book near the place where he was touching. Alice in Wonderland. "Arthur's favourite book..." He mused to himself while standing and blowing the ash off of the covers and stroking the spine of it fondly.

Suddenly, as if by magic, something hard hit the back of the American's head right on the crown. With the sheer force of it, he fell to his knees and then onto his stomach with a groan...his vision fading in and out like his consciousness. What had hit him...? He couldn't tell as his vision finally blurred over and he faded into a darkness which seemed familiar yet strange to him...

He went into the realm of dreaming-
Where the impossible becomes possible-
And the possible seems... a fantasy~

Chapter one complete, my mind reeling with new ideas which seem to appear from nowhere~ Where shall this new adventure take us? Well, let's find out in chapter two~ Please read, review, fav & follow if it takes your fancy~ No flames, please, but do enjoy all the same~