A/N: So yeah, I went missing from fanfic for about...half a year? High school life isn't easy. But now that I moved back to Japan (*bunch of inappropriate words showing hatred about moving*) and I technically don't have school for two weeks and I'm WAY too bored, I decided to come back again :P

And yes instead of continuing old ones, I decided to make a new one...I'm such a douche.

Rated T for EVENTUAL cussing. No cussing in this chapter...I think. And slight yaoi? Maybe?

On with the story~

France took out his house key from him shirt pocket, with a brown paper bag with groceries in his arm.

He unlocked the door and stepped inside the house. Almost immediately, he saw something move out of the corner of his eye. Raising his eyebrow, France put his key down on the door-side counter. He walked over to the kitchen, and put his groceries down. He walked over to the sofa to grab the TV remote – and quickly picked up a little girl hiding behind it.

"Found you!" he snickered as the girl squealed in delight. The girl has golden blonde hair in pigtails reaching her hip. She looked around five years old, and was wearing a fluffy sky-blue dress.

"Fran not fair!" she cried as France carried her up on his shoulder. "Fran much taller than Alice!"

"Then maybe –" France said picking her up and letting her down on the sofa "– Alice should grow faster,"

Alice puffed up her cheeks unhappily, but saw the grocery bag on the kitchen counter and her frown immediately disappeared. She sprinted over to the kitchen, and stretched her arms and much as she could trying to grab the food. France chuckled as he carried over the stand that Alice usually used to reach the counter. Alice hopped on as France set it down near her foot.

"Pasta!" she cried as she picked out the biggest plastic bag inside.

"Italy and Romano picked me out the best one," France said as he took the bag out of his sister's hands. Alice shoved her hands into the grocery bag again.

"Tomato sauce, onions, meatballs…," she named off everything as she picked it out. She churned her head sideways for a few seconds, and then she cried "Meatball spaghetti!"

"Oui," France smiled as he watched Alice put it all back in the brown paper bag. "Are you hungry?"

"Yep!" Alice jumped down the stool, and carried it over to where France usually had the cutting board ready. "Lunch time!"

France checked the clock. One-thirty.

"Sounds good," he smiled, and took out a pot from the cupboard.

When Alice first popped up in his life, France was confused as a German given a brand new computer without a manual. It was sudden – almost a little toosudden. You open a door. BAM, there's a baby in a basket on your doorstep. Doesn't exactly happen every day.

At first he thought it was some kind of practical joke from Prussia or Spain. But he realized that wasn't the deal when he called them over and they was so shocked they almost called the police to tell them that France kidnapped a baby girl.

Ever since then – for four years – he has been raising the young girls as his sister.

Alice was bad with strangers. In fact, she froze up whenever someone she didn't know looked at her, even for a split second. If they were to come up to her and tell her how cute she looked with her "father", or ask her for directions, she might as well have fainted, or start screaming.

France tried to get her "human-phobia", as he called it, eased out as much as he could. He invited friends over (mostly Prussia or Spain), trying to get Alice to at least be in the same room with them. So far it has been more than successful. The last time the two visited, Alice ran over to them and hugged their legs (since that where she was able to hug) and cried in protest when they left.

Canada came over often as well, with his polar bear in hand. Alice adapted to him much faster, since she was much better with animals than people. One time, France had to leave Canada all alone with Alice since his boss called him over for an emergency (turns out it was that the office ran out of coffee) and came back home to see Alice sleeping in Canada's arms cuddling Kumajiro.

But America never visited. And France didn't intend on inviting him at all. Canada tried to ease out his anger multiple times, but France simply shook his head. He wasn't going to forgive America that easily.

Not after what happened six years ago.

Not after what happened to England.

Alice looked up from her plate and froze up.

"What's wrong?" France asked, picking up a napkin and wiping off the tomato sauce on the corner of her mouth. She suddenly hopped of the dining table chair, and ran over to the door. "Alice?" France cried, getting up as well. Alice opened the door and ran outside, to greet two countries looking surprised as they were about to ring the bell.

"Nella! Bell!" she squealed, as she hugged tightly on Belgium's green dress.

"Why hello there Alice," Belgium said, crouching down and giving the little girl a hug. "Did you see us outside from the window?"

"Nope, nope!" Alice giggled "Alice knew Bell and Nella would come!"

"Hey there Netherlands," France smiled awkwardly, as he watched Alice demand a hug from him as well.

"Hey kid," Netherlands said as he gave a few pats on her head. Alice puffed her cheeks again.

"Nella, that's no hug!"

"Well it is to me," he ended the conversation as he and his sister entered France's house.

"You should've called if you were gonna visit," France pointed out. "I would've had lunch ready for you two as well if I've known,"

"Oh no don't worry about that," Belgium laughed. "Bro and I already had lunch. Speaking of which – here you go Alice, a gift for you,"

She handed over a plastic bag she had in her hand to Alice.

"Oh dear Belgium, you shouldn't have. The girl's already spoiled enough," France joked, as Alice took the bag thanking the lady country.

"Waffles!" she cried as she peeked in the bag. Indeed, in the bag, was a plate with a plastic cover on with, with Belgium's home-made waffles inside. "Alice's favorite! How did you know?"

"Aw, just a little magic and all that," Belgium laughed as she sat down on the sofa next to her brother who had already made himself at home. He had a pipe in his mouth, but it wasn't lighted. He had already been warned past couple times from France that smoking in his house is unacceptable by any terms.

"I don't want Alice getting second-hand smoking," France explained to him before. "I quit smoking all together as well. Don't even drink that much anymore,"

"So, what brings you guys here?" France asked as he set down two cups of coffee on the sofa table.

"Aw, just to say hi to the darling doll," Belgium said as she tugged on Alice's cheek. "Well, that's my reason. Netherland wants to talk to you. In private,"

France looked over at Netherlands. He took a quick glance at Alice, who was now playing hand-games with Belgium, and back to France again. France understood immediately, and so did Belgium.

"Here Alice, let's go out in the back yard with Bell yeah?" Belgium suggested, taking Alice's hand.

"Yes!" Alice said as she jumped off the sofa and ran over to the back door. Belgium nodded at her brother, and followed Alice outside.

"So how's she doin'?" Netherlands asked as he took the pipe out of him mouth. France looked outside at the back yard to see Alice chasing butterflies with Belgium.

"More and more like…..like him every single day," he muttered. "Reminds me of the old days,"

"….and her eyes?"

France sighed.

"At first….I wasn't able to tell. The color changed every time I looked into it, like an aurora. But now…I'm absolutely certain. It's Emerald-green,"

Netherlands froze. He blinked, staring into empty space. France bit his lip slightly, and heavy silence wrapped the air. France lost track of time, when Netherlands stood up.

"I'll come again. Call me if you need any help,"

"Will do," France managed a smile, as he watched Netherlands bark at his sister outside that they were leaving.

"That girl is really sensitive," he suddenly said. France looked up at him.

"What?"

"Sensitive. To people, I mean," Netherlands sighed. "How she was able to tell that Belgium and I was outside, even before we rang the bell...she felt our presence, just like that,"

France reminded himself of what happen a few minutes ago. When Alice suddenly froze up.

"How sarcastic," France laughed, almost as if he was laughing at himself. "I remember how he was like that too. But it never saved him when he was young, when he was getting taking over by bigger countries,"

Netherlands simply didn't speak, as he watched Belgium and Alice chat as they came back inside.

As always, Alice cried that she didn't want them to go.

France stared at his little sister as she slept, clinging onto his pajama. He pulled the blanket up to her chin, which only covered him up to his chest. France gently petted her hair, now let down. He closed his eyes tightly.

"You won't leave me again, will you?" he mumbled, as he drifted asleep as well.

Yellow. Bright, ordinary, usual day.

A/N: So yeah...I'll probably write another chapter or so since I'll probably get bored. That is, if people are interested enough to read more...

I kept debating whether to do this story in English or Japanese but what the heck, I decided to do it in English :P

So until next time~ (which could be another half a year)