A/N: Well, thanks for continuing onto here. I hope you enjoy this!

Disclaimer: Code Geass, Nunnally in Wonderland, and Alice in Wonderland (what Nunally in Wonderland was based off of) are not my property.

Ch. 1

"My, my, what do we have here?" said the Chesire Cat. Taking the elaborately decorated envelope, she opened it and pulled out a piece of ivory card stock. On it, in gilded calligraphy, it read:

The Mad Hatter

Hereby demands your attendance

at the

Annual Wonderland Masquerade

Held at Witzend Manor

On the Day After Three Suns Have Set

Smirking, she lie down on her bed, the only object in the room not covered with an empty pizza box. Talking to herself, she said, "So it's that time of year again… I do wonder how the mad man will execute the ball. The last time, I remember how he nearly managed to convince the White Queen to behead all of the forest animals."

There was a knock on the door, and she said, "I can't be bothered to open the door for you."

Swinging open, the unexpected visitor made himself known and the Cat muttered, "Speak of the devil."

"The devil?! Cheshire, have you gone blind? I'm not satanic, I'm MAD!"

Laughing himself silly at his own joke, he stooped down under the low doorway to fit both his height and his black-and-red, elaborate top hat. Pointing the end of his Christmas-themed walking stick at the bored Cat, he said, "I came to make sure you'll be coming to the Mad Masquerade!"

"I don't see any incentive for me to go."

"I thought you would say that, and I ordered the Duchess's cook, Nina, to bake plenty of pizzas to accommodate even your appetite."

Unimpressed, she questioned, "F. L. E. I. J. A. pizzas?"

"Only the most powerful at the Masquerade! After all, only F. L. E. I. J. A.'s strength can match my madness!"

"That's true…" she mused, and the intruder swept away the 5 stacked pizza boxes that only had grease stains and crumbs left to the wooden floor and sat down, crossing his legs. In disgust, he asked, "Have you never thought of cleaning your house?"

"I will clean it. When it grows messy enough for me to not be able to stand it."

He sighed in exasperation at her stubbornness to tidy up her cottage. Speaking in a tired voice, he asked, "Are you coming or not?"

"Are you visiting other people?"

"There's no need to visit the others, because they'll all be coming."

"When is it?"

"Three sunsets. That should enough time to gather a costume."

"Hmph. I can see right through your lie. You could've held it tonight, and everyone would have been prepared. It's only to create anticipation."

"If you're going to host the party of the year, you might as well do it properly, and with theatricality!"

"Do you as you please, Hatter."

"Are you attending?"

"….You still haven't motivated me enough to go."

"There will be pizza. Not the Duchess's cook's inedible one, but real pizza, of all types and sizes. Just for you."

"You're bluffing."

"I'm not. So what's your decision?"

"….We'll see, Hatter."

The tall meglomaniac stood up, as if emphasizing his height, and walked to the door. Before leaving as suddenly as he had entered, he said, "If you don't come, then all of the pizza will go to waste. See to it that you attend, Chesire."

Opening the door, he left and banged the door close hard enough for pizza boxes to rattle. Yawning, she stretched, not affected in any way by the abrupt visit and said to herself, "Well then…. In three sunsets….."

Getting up herself, she left her home and made her way to the Duchess's cottage. Hanging upside down from the roof, she peered in from the window, and saw the March Hare, the White Rabbit, the Duchess herself, and her temperamental cook, Nina. The Rabbit and the Hare were already dueling to the death with their deadly weapons, while the Duchess was yelling at Nina to stop cooking ridiculous, inedible things. It was normal however, as bedlam usually always occurred at the cottage.

On the dining table lay an unfolded invitation which Chesire could see to be the same invitation that she had received, along with an open book of dress designs. Deciding that this was answer enough for whether or not the Duchess would be attending, she hopped down and started on the path to see what the Walrus and the Carpenter were up to. Along the way, she met the Fawn.

In her soft voice, she said, "Oh hello there Chesire."

"Fawn."

"Shirley. Please call me Shirley, and not by what I am."

"If I were calling you with what you are, I would be saying teenage-girl-dressed-as-a-fawn, not as Fawn."

"It's the same thing. I have a name, just like you Chesire."

"C2. I'm C2."

"And I'm Shirley."

The two simply stared at each other, until the girl with the orange hair asked, "Were you also invited by Hatter?"

"That's none of your business."

"You must've been. You and Hatter are always going around together."

Sneering, she replied, "Don't tell me you like him."

"What? Why would… Why in the world would I like him?"

"Oh, but you're blushing. Surely, you like him."

"I… I don't."

"Then you don't mind my telling him that you detest him?"

"Wha…. No! No, don't say-"

"Well, which one is it, then Fawn? Do you like the mad man or not?"

"I like him…. I like him as a friend!"

"Nothing more?"

"Y-yes."

"I see…. Well, seeing as how you wasted my time…"

Without finishing her sentence, the Cat left the befuddled Fawn and meandered to the King of Heart's castle. Taking a short break, she lazily sat in a high tree branch, her tail waving back and forth slowly, when she heard a commotion beneath her. Gazing down, she saw the Hatter and the Jabberwocky facing off. In a loud voice, the Jabberwocky yelled, "I'll come to your Masquerade and destroy it, along with you!"

"My, my, Jabberwocky, what a terrible temper you have. No wonder nobody gives a damn about you."

"Wha…. People do care about me! The Queen of Hearts does!"

"She's only using you, my hated acquaintance. Really, you would be far better off without you fraternizing with that deranged woman."

"Deranged woman?! How dare you insult her!"

"How dare I…. Of course I dare! I'm the Mad Hatter, the creator of everything majestic in the millinery field! I've destroyed and re-created the world of hats! I've made an empire, Jabberwocky! And what have you done? Become embarrassed and humiliated. Why, even the youngest flamingo knows how you fell from your glory."

"I have no-"

"I've no time for you at all. Chesire, if you're just going to sit there and become amused while I try to shoo this little nuisance away, I'd rather that you come and accompany me on the rest of my journey to the Knights."

"I thought you were only visiting me." she said while hanging off from the branch by her tail. They were both eye-level, although one was hanging upside down. He said, "I thought so too, but the Knight of the White wanted to see me about the Masquerade."

Letting go, she landed on her hands and cart-wheeled so that she was on her light brown high heel boots. Grumbling, the Hatter said, "You nearly kicked me in the face."

"Shame I didn't make any impact." she replied. The two started walking in the direction Chesire had been heading in. In no time at all, they arrived at the impressive castle of cards. The King of Hearts appeared at the top and rumbled in a clearly heard voice, "Hatter and Cat! What is your business here?"

The tall man in the elegant and adorned swallowtail coat didn't answer and only tightened his grip on his cane due to his anger towards the king. Chesire answered in his stead with, "We need to pass through, King of Hearts."

"PERMISSION DENIED!"

"Afraid someone will find out your dark secret?"

"NONSENSE!"

"Everybody already knows how your wife is so controlling of you, despite your show."

"THOSE ARE LIES WORTH OF BEHEADING!"

"Oh REALLY?!" said a woman's voice. The gates opened and revealed a raven-haired woman in an elaborate dress. Brandishing a fan in the shape of a heart, she asked, "Are you saying it's a lie, Charles?!"

"No, Marianne." he answered meekly.

"Good. For a moment, I thought you had denied who wears the hearts in the royal household. Now, Hatter, you said that you wanted to pass through?"

"Yes, your Highness." he answered. Smiling, the Queen of Hearts declared, "Then only a game of croquet will suffice!"

"PLEASE STOP!" said a new voice. Chesire, annoyed by how everything was getting out of hand, grew exasperated and grabbed the man by the collar. Before they left, they could see the White Queen insisting to the Hearts royalty that croquet should not be used to decide what someone could do, while the White King attempted to stop her.

"Really, you're no good at anything unless I help you."

"I'm capable of doing many things by myself very well, thank you very much." he replied while dusting off his coat. Fixing his hat back into it's proper position, he announced, "Now that we've gotten past those argumentative Kings and Queens, we need to go to the Knights."

"I still don't know why I decided to come with you."

"You came to see how everyone is excited for the Mad Masquerade, so you can say that you'll come while saving your dignity and pride!"

"Hardly."

"On we go, Chesire!"

He began to make his way down the dirt path with a Cat on his heels, shaking her head at his obliviousness at her adamant decision to not go to the ball, despite it's offers of pizza and seeing firsthand what the man had planned for the biggest event in Wonderland.

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