Alice of Hetalia Sacrifice

by brookiet77

This is the story of the small, forgotten dream and how he made people remember him by turning them into Alice's. I'm terrible at summaries so just please read it cause its much better this. I know people have done this before but this is my spin on it. First one I've posted on here so be gentle. Rated T because of the events that happened in the song. I may have over rated this.

A figure sat crouched in its world of nothingness crying. This former nation, no why even call him that for he was never recognized as one, this dream sat and wondered aloud to the emptiness he was surrounded by, "Why have I been forgotten? Wh-what did I do wrong?"

"Nothing," replied an unknown whisper.

"Wh-who are you?" asked the dream as he looked around for nothing had ever responded to this reoccurring question before.

"I was once like you. You see I was once forgotten. Not a person remembered my name and now I no longer remember either but that was before I changed my fate."

"What do you mean?" asked the little dream sounding confused.

"I made them all remember me." replied the whisper with a snicker.

"Y-you made them remember?" asked the dream awestruck.

"Yes and now I'll give you what you need to do it too." As the whisper spoke some dolls, a puppet, a pen, and book dropped out of no where.

"Wh-what am I suppose to do with these?"

"Use them to write the story of the Alice's. The dolls represent each Alice and, once they've been written for, will resemble that Alice. The puppet is how you will be able to guide Alice's into your world. Although she will do as you write be warned that this puppet does have feelings and may try to give your plan away."

"Then why give me her?"

"She's the best there is but fear not this puppet has never been able to give away anyone's plan. Don't forget a puppet does as the puppeteer commands." told the whisper with a sinister cackle that eventually disappeared. The dream at first looked down at these objects with doubt nut then he grew an evil smile and with a chuckle thought, 'They will pay for forgetting me!' So with feverous speed the dream started the story of his first Alice and as he wrote the puppet, with tears in her eyes, disappeared from the world of darkness into the story.

A/N. This is the first fan fiction I've posted on here and hadn't had too much writers block during it. Please don't be too mean but I am all for suggestions, request, and critiques. I hope you enjoy it. Oh, the dream is Sealand, the whisper is Canada, and the puppet is my O.C Mizuki who I will be using a lot so get use to her.