Prolog

Once, there was a little dream.

The dream was so small that no one knew who dreamed it, and whoever did dream it never dreamt of it again.

The dream thought to itself 'I don't want to fade away. How do I make people dream of me?'

The dream thought and thought, and then finally came up with an idea. A brilliant, yet awful idea.

'I'll make countries get lost in me! That way they'll never leave and I won't fade!'


Russia

Ivan sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He had spent most of the day evading his little sister, Belarus. 'I love her, but not like that,' he thought with another sigh. Ivan hated days like these; it always felt as though someone was watching him.

Russia stepped into his office and quickly locked the door behind him. While it really didn't do much to protect against Natalia, it still gave the Russian a small piece of mind. He opened the cabinet and got out a bottle of vodka. He felt like he needed it to calm his nerves. The nation opened it and took a swig while walking to his desk. Then he noticed something on his desk.

Ivan cocked his head to the side and tried to figure out what was on his desk. It was a long object wrapped in white cloth. The Russian slowly removed to cloth to find that it was a beautiful sharp sword with a red jewel in the shape of a spade on the handle. Ivan gave it a look, trying to figure out who would leave this on his desk. 'Toris? Nyet, he wouldn't do that…Natalia? Possible…' he wondered to himself, giving the sword a slight swing. It cut through the air with a 'swish' sound.

"It's yours…" a quiet voice said, startling Ivan. He looked around wildly, trying to find the source of the sound and thinking that it was some spy or something. "Come out, coward," he said, holding the sword in front of him threateningly. The voice only gave a raspy laugh, which only further angered the Russian. "Who are you?" Ivan asked, his eyes glinting dangerously. "I'm no one…" the voice replied with an almost forced sounding sigh. "But you are Alice," it said suddenly. Russia snorted. "Alice? I think you have mistaken me for some other person," he said, annoyed that someone would mistake him for a girl.

The voice quietly laughed again, causing Ivan to glare. "No, you are Alice. I know. You don't belong here. You belong in Wonderland," it said simply and Russia growled deep in his throat. Was this person insulting him?

Suddenly, the cabinet door slowly opened by itself and an eerie light came from it. Ivan stared with his mouth slightly agape. "This is the door the Wonderland, Alice. In Wonderland, it is your world to do as you please," the voice whispered. Russia decided to ignore being called Alice again. "A world that belongs to me?" Ivan mumbled to himself. It seemed like a dream come true, so the Russian decided that he had somehow gotten really drunk and didn't realize it.

Feeling better after decided that it was just an effect of alcohol, Russia smiled darkly. "Well, I suppose I cannot let such an opportunity slip by, da?" Ivan asked himself and walked into the cabinet, ignoring the laughing voice.

Russia blinked rapidly, trying to register that he was no longer in his office. He was now standing in a field outside. He noticed that he still had the sword in his hand. He lifted it up the get a better look at it again and he realized that he now had a red spade on the back of his hand. He chuckled slightly; surprised that he was having such vivid hallucinations. "Perhaps moy sistra somehow drugged my drink…" he mumbled to himself. Then, Ivan saw a strange shadow coming towards him.

It was humanoid in shape, and it seemed to be just moving around with no purpose. Then, it looked up and noticed Ivan. It let out a strange mix between a whine and a strangled cry that graded on Russia's nerves. Without a second thought he brought the sword down on the creature, causing it to turn into a mixture of blood and dust. Ivan stared at the blood on the sword, surprised for a moment, and then he started to grin.

More shadow creatures appeared and the Russian wasted no time in taking them down. He started to walk, taking out any creature that moved. He was soon covered in blood and dust, and he laughed wildly. Ivan saw a stray shadow dart into some nearby woods out of the corner of his eye, and turned to follow it.

He cut down any plants that got in his way, yelling various things in Russian. When he finally reached the shadow, it let out its whine-cry and Ivan brought down the sword to silence it. He laughed loudly, pleased that he had been able to end the thing. Suddenly, he felt a tug on his coat. Surprised out of his mad laughing, he looked down to see that there was a thorn-covered vine slowly making its way around the Russian's leg.

Russia quickly brought the sword down on the vine and severed it. Ivan then realized his mistake as all the vines in the area shot towards he. He tried to cut them, but there were too many. They wrapped around him and he let out a strangled scream, feeling the thorns cut through his clothes and into his skin, drawing his blood. He struggled against the plants, but they pulled him deeper into the forest. Russia began to yell out again, but a vine wrapped itself around his throat, choking him. He started to see dark spots in his vision and he tried one last time to force his way out, but several vines yanked him back and held him in place as more vines wrapped themselves around him. Ivan could feel the plants crushing him and blood seeping through his wounds. His vision started to fade to black and all he could hear was a raspy laugh.

Okay! So here's me finally writing this! I'm kinda sad, cause I love Russia, and him pretty much dying makes me sad... There's several different versions of this song, so I'm just going to go with my favorite one (which is, in my opinion, the sadder one), so don't expect happiness in this. I'll give you a cookie if you can figure out which country is going to be which Alice. :D