A/N: New story! The idea kind of stuck with me, so I thought, why not? And just a note for ahead of time, David and Anne are my OCs. The list of the characters is at the bottom.

I don't own Hetalia

Alice pulled her knees to her chest and hugged them. She could hear her mother shouting ugly and dreadful words. Her father was slamming on the walls, angered. They were fighting again.

Alice was six years old, and the youngest in her family. There was her oldest sister, Alana, who had red hair and freckles. Alana had green eyes, much like a lot of her family members. She had moved out of the house to go live in the U.S. for college.

The second-oldest in her family was her brother, Allistor, who also had Alana's red hair. He had the Kirkland green eyes as well. Allistor still lived in London with Alice and the rest of the family.

Next was Patrick, who had brown hair that fell messily over his light green eyes. Allistor's hair was also messy like Patrick's.

Then there was Dylan, who had brown hair much like Patrick's. However, his fell just a little longer. He had bluish-green eyes.

Lastly, there was Alice. She had long dirty blonde hair and emerald green eyes. All of her brothers were very mean to her for some unknown reason. They always picked on her. If Alana still lived with them, she'd probably join in, despite being her only sister. Out of all her brothers, Dylan was the one who picked on her the least. He still did, but not as much as Allistor, who was probably the one who picked on her the most, but it was hard to tell since they all did.

Then there were her parents. Her father was an alcoholic, and her mother was almost positive he was cheating on her. Alice's father, David, went out a lot at night. Usually to the bar where he would drink and come home drunk. Alice's mother, Anne, sat at home every night, lonely. And when David was out, she'd take out all her anger on Alice by telling her to clean the house. She would go as far as verbal abuse; nothing physical.

But this Thursday night was a tad different. Both of Alice's parents were home, Allistor and Patrick were out, and Dylan was in his room. Alice had been outside in the big yard they had, playing on a swing her father had helped her make before he became an alcoholic. She heard glass breaking from inside the big house.

Alice's natural instinct was to stay outside, away from the hell about to break loose. However, her plans changed when she heard a yell coming from her mother's mouth.

"ALICE!"

Said girl's stomach dropped as she began to reluctantly walk into the house. As she approached the door, she could hear more bits and pieces of today's argument. Her mother spotted her standing in the doorway and yelled for her to come in.

Alice entered the gigantic house they owned, she noticed today's fight took place in the kitchen. Alice slowly walked into the kitchen and took note to leave her shoes on her feet, as there were many shards of glass scattered on the floor.

"Alice Kirkland, pick up the glass from the broken dishes NOW!" Her mother said, venom in her voice. "David, you know those plates were important to me! Yet you just let the carelessly fall from your grasp, you bastard!" She screamed, getting closer and closer to him.

David had tried to defend himself, but was rudely interrupted by Anne.

"Just get out! Get out, David!" She yelled, shoving him out the door. Anne slammed the door behind him, and sank to the ground holding her head in her hands. She was crying.

"Momma," Alice started, but Anne glared at her youngest child.

"Clean the glass up! And after you're done, go to your room, and stay there!"

Alice walked back into the kitchen, holding back her tears. She knew the drill, in about two or three hours her father would return, drunk as usual. And her mother would be too broken down to remember she wanted him out.

After Alice had all the glass swept away and into the garbage, she stalked upstairs. Entering her room that she once shared with Alana, she broke down in tears.

It hurt her to see her parents like this. She hid in the corner of her room with her knees to her chest, hugging them tightly.

She must've fallen asleep, because when she stretched out of her position, she heard explicit words being thrown across the room. Her mother and her father.

Alice threw her hands to her ears in attempt to try and block out the sounds. Seeing as this didn't work, she climbed into her bed and tried her best to go to sleep.

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The next morning, Alice awoke around five. It was Friday, and she knew her mother went to work early on Fridays. Her father would stay in bed all day until his wife came home to scream at him for not doing any cleaning while she was gone. Then they'd argue non-stop and eventually call for Alice to do the cleaning.

Alice threw on old play clothes and tiptoed out of her room, trying to get past her parents' room without waking them up. She was so close to making it outside when Allistor stopped her at the front door.

"Where do you think you're going, lassie?" He said, staring down at her, smugly.

"I- I…" Her voice trailed off. She looked down at her feet sheepishly. Allistor knew if their mother or father saw Alice up this early, they'd blow a fuse. And he was just testing how far he could go.

"That's what I thought. You know you shouldn't be up this early. Don't you?" He said, kneeling down to her level. She looked at him, with a glint of fear in her eyes. He caught it immediately. With a swift move, he pushed Alice to the ground.

Alice learned to get back up when her brothers hit her, and that's what she did. Although she was taken aback by the sudden force that caused her to land flat on her bottom, she stood back up. But instead of holding her ground, she'd usually end up running away crying. Well, not today.

Alice glared at her brother, who laughed at her mockingly. His bellows were loud enough to wake up their sleeping parents.

"You just don't seem to get the hint, do you?" Allistor said, staring her down.

Allistor punched his little sister right in the stomach. Alice had felt his fist come in contact with her body many times before, but this hurt too much.

She felt like she had no one to talk to.

No one to laugh with, no one to smile with.

Sometimes she felt like no one loved her.

Alice broke out into tears and ran outside. Sometimes she was so desperate for love; she'd talk to her imaginary friends. Even that had its downs; it gave her brothers another thing to tease her about.

Alice ran all the way up the hill that was in the backyard. Behind the hill, there was a forest and in the middle of the forest, a clearing. She would go there almost every day. It was the only place she could find true peace.

It was almost the end of August, which meant she would be starting kindergarten soon. On the inside, there was no possible way Alice could wait. It would mean escape from her parents and brothers. Freedom, she thought.

Running through the woods, Alice made her way to the clearing. Tears were running down her face, and thin branches from the trees whipped her face. Not that she minded though.

"Flying Mint Bunny? Are you there?" She said, standing in the middle of the clearing.

"I'm always here, Alice. What's wrong?" Flying Mint Bunny said, making his way to the crying young girl. "Did Mommy and Daddy hit you again?" Alice shook her head. "Allistor? Dylan? Patrick?" Alice nodded, and quietly spoke, "Allistor."

"Don't worry Alice. They can hurt you on the outside, but they can't get you on the inside," Flying Mint Bunny assured. "Now, do you want to tell me what happened?" Alice nodded, and wiped her eyes.

"I woke up, and got dressed. I knew if Mommy and Daddy heard me, I'd be in trouble. So I was very quiet when I walked down the stairs and I would've gotten out if it weren't for that wanker!" Alice said. Her language had gotten very… stronger. She learned most of her 'vocabulary' from her parents. "He was standing in the doorway, like he was waiting for me to come down! Anyway, when he questioned me, I didn't say anything, but then that bloody git pushed me down. Literally! I got back up, but then he punched me in my tummy!" Alice said, now more angered than upset.

"It's okay, Alice. Don't be sad." Mint Bunny comforted Alice.

Alice nodded and opened her mouth to say something, but stopped dead silent when she heard shuffling coming from in the woods.

A/N: I'm sorry for the cliff-hanger… if it was even a cliff-hanger in the first place.

Okay, so here are the characters-

Alana: Ireland

Allistor: Scotland

Patrick: Northern Ireland

Dylan: Wales

Alice: pretty obvious, but England

And like I said in the first AN, Anne and David are my OCs.

Sorry if this is kinda depressing… don't worry, it'll better!

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