Original chapter was rewritten on 519/11.

Hey there! It's been so long since I even touched these stories but I finally found the motivation to do so. I've been rewriting the first 3 chapters, and once that's done, I'll get started with the next ones.

An Axis Powers: Hetalia fanfiction loosely based on the movie Alice in Wonderland. The main focus of the story will be England/Arthur at first, but more characters appear and stuff as the story goes on. Almost all of the characters will make an appearance.

January 18, 20XX

Good day!

My name is Arthur Kirkland, the second youngest son of Madeline and Henry Kirkland, and the heir to most of the family's riches. Well, today is the day I am to be engaged, and strangely enough, I have no idea who I am to propose to.

I really have a bad feeling about this.

-o-o-

Chapter 1:

The London Tea Party

Madeline frowned. Today's the day, she thought. She forced a smile on her face, putting a hand on her son's shoulder. "Arthur, dear, are you nervous about this?"

The man, Arthur, looked her in the eyes. "No, of course not, Mum." a pause, as he took a deep breath. "I'm honestly quite excited."

What a horrible lie.

A snap came from the seat across. "There's no turning back now, am I right Mother? I can't believe that Arthur is getting engaged today," the redhead mused, humming in thought. "How old are you again?"

"I'm 23, Scott. Don't make a fuss about it."

His other brother laughed out loud, nudging Arthur. "Just proves he isn't gay."

"Do not speak such inappropriate words Wallace." Oh. Father isn't pleased.

"I'm sorry, Dad."

"Wally got scolded again!" A clap.

"You're acting like a child, Irwin." Scott kicked his leg lightly, trying to keep himself from laughing.

"I was just stating a fact, dear brother."

There was a moment of silence. But it was Peter's turn to speak up, breaking it.

"Who's Jerk Arthur getting married to?"

"He's getting engaged Peter, not married." Madame Kirkland, don't you see he can't tell what the difference is?

"Yet."

"I like that one, Scott!" Irwin said, laughing a laugh that could have broken glass.

"Of course you do."

Little Peter pulled at his Mother's sleeve. "Who's Jerk Arthur getting engaged to?"

The lady sent a look to her right. "Did he get that word from you Wallace?"

An offended look from the blue eyed one, "Bloody Hell, I do not say such words Mother!"

The freckled one snorted, "He says 'Fucker' instead."

"Irwin!" Uh oh.

"It is the truth. I only state real facts."

"So Artie, who are you proposing to?" Wally asked, getting back to the topic.

No answer.

"Hello? Arthur?" He kicked his shin.

Arthur glared, "I don't know."

"Huh?"

"Don't gape, Scott." Yes, don't. Flies might fly in.

"So who's the unlucky lady, Arthur?" said another smirking brother.

"I don't know." He replied, stressing the fact a little bit more.

Big brother Irwin poked the younger one's forehead, a little harder than intended. "Keeping secrets now, huh? You suck."

"Vital Regions"

"Nice one Wally"

Silence.

"Mother, Father?"

"Yes Scott?"

"Aren't you supposed to be scolding Wally and Irwin right about now?"

More Silence.

Arthur stared out the window as the black limousine passed through dozens among dozens of trees, showering the passer-byes with orange leaves. He sighed. With each second that passed by, they were getting closer and closer to their destination, the 'London Tea Party Mansion'.

"Who's going to be at the party?"

"The usual guests, The Bonnefoys, Carriedos, Mercados, Zwinglis," their father counted.

"The Frog will be there?" Arthur's eyes widened a bit when he heard the name.

"Do not speak of the Bonnefoys like that Arthur. They are a very important business partner."

"Wait," Scott raised a hand. "Do not tell me Arthur is getting engaged to that Lily girl?"

"Lily Zwingli? Arthur you'd look like a paedophile beside her. She's 16!" Irwin and his glorious tact. "Pedo-thur. Pedo... thur? Sounds like some dinosaur."

"No! Maybe it's Jeanne Bonnefoy! Or.. um.. or... Maria Mercado!"

Scott looked at Wally, "Jeanne would be nice. She's gorgeous. And she's a Bonnefoy." Then at Arthur, "Am I right Artie?"

"Arthur is like, an anti-Bonnefoy and we all know it. He'd be better off with the Taiwanese girl. Mei Cai, right?"

"No, make him kneel down on one knee for Antonio Carriedo."

"He's a guy."

"That's exactly why he's perfect for Arthur!" Two thumbs up from the speaker, Wally.

"Well, they are rich."

"Hey," Arthur called out, "Don't I get a say in this thing?"

"Oh, cause it's all about you isn't it, Arthur?" Irwin made a face, speaking in a mocking tone.

"Actually, it is about him." What a brilliant fact, Wally.

"Shut your prat."

"Git."

"Keep it down boys, we're here."

The passengers got out of the car, the brothers pushing each other out, making their father shake his head in disapproval. Arthur stared at the mansion in awe. True, he had visited many times in the past, but the place was magnificent. Roses, white and red, adorned the front, with freshly cut grass and perfectly trimmed hedges.

The stained glass chimes by the porch sent colourful rays everywhere, giving the wooden oak doors little lights of different shapes. The walls weren't made of wood, but of glass, reflecting the sun's light.

Arthur made his way through the doors, shutting it with a soft click. Walking on crimson velvet carpets, his leather shoes made not a sound on the plush floorings. He passed through another set of doors, finding himself in the back garden. There were so many guests, talking and laughing amongst themselves. You could almost hear the sounds their jewellery made when they collided against each other, and maybe if you looked a little closer, you can see cash signs on their eyes.

"Kirkland, I see you've arrived," A French man called. "What a surprise!" His chin length blonde hair smelled like roses, and perhaps he sprayed some similarly scented perfume on his white suit. Standing behind him was a tan skinned man in black, his thumbs swiping furiously on the screen of the gadget in his hands.

"I obviously have," he glared, running a hand through his messy hair. "Good morning, Antonio," his greeting went unnoticed. Arthur hesitated for a moment, "and Francis."

"And hello to you, too, Arthur." At least the blonde responded to his greeting, right?

The trio fell into silence, the only sound in their little circle coming from Antonio's hands.

Francis and Arthur kept their eyes on him, making sure to remember this rare moment when the Spaniard actually focused on one thing for more than two minutes.

"Darn it!" snapping out of his trance, Antonio shook his fist in the air. "And I was this close," he exclaimed, pretending to pinch something in the air, "to beating my previous score!"

Francis cleared his throat, playing with the ring on his left middle finger. "Why don't we have a drink?" He gestured for them to follow, walking to a table at the far end of the garden. "Three glasses, please" he waved a hand with three fingers up.

"Man, Arthur, you really need to try that game I was playing earlier, it's really cool!" Antonio said, shaking the Brit with a hand on his shoulder. "It's like, really awesome! Super cool! Hey, wait, did I say that already?"

Arthur put both hands on Antonio's arms, shaking him once. "Yes, you did." He tried his best to block out everything else the other was saying, who was talking so animatedly, it was quite disturbing.

"Arthur!" A lady called, and as she came closer, he could smell the flowers in her hair. "I didn't notice you come out, how have you been?"

"I've been good, thank you. And you, Mei?"

"Quite fine. The weather today is very nice, don't you think?"

Before he could say anything else, Francis spoke up. "Darling, you look gorgeous today, as usual." Francis kissed the back of her hand, making the girl to giggle lightly at his actions.

"It's good to see you too, Francis. And Antonio, too, of course." The latter kissed her cheek, grinning brightly at her.

Mei waved to Arthur's brother, who was watching them from the door. "Are all your brothers here, Arthur?"

He sighed, "Yes, though I wish none of them were."

"Your brothers are here? Even Peter? Peter is so adorable!" Antonio gushed.

"Oh, Antonio. Why so pedo-ish?" Francis commented. The Spanish man just continued smiling. "This is probably why you haven't dated anyone yet. You prefer little girls to grown women!"

"Well, the reason why Francis likes 'grown women' is quite obvious, isn't it?" Mei whispered to the Briton, covering her mouth with a small hand. "Well, I'd best be off now, it was nice seeing you three again. I'll see you guys later, yeah?" she waved a hand, her bracelets making a light clinking sound.

"Yes, of course. Enjoy the party, Mei." Arthur waved along with Antonio, who was doing it much more enthusiastically.

Francis had other plans, of course. "Miss Cai, beautiful, do take care of yourself," The Frenchman walked closer to her, a bit too close for comfort, "If you do get lost, you can always ask me. I will not think twice about giving you directions," a pause, "to my bedroom." Francis winked suggestively, while Mei on the other hand, forced a smile.

"um.. Right! I'll be off now." She took her hand swiftly from Francis' and rushed away,

"Can't you hold your perverted tendencies back?" Arthur shot him a piercing glare that seemed to have no effect.

"No, you don't understand," Francis flicked his wrist. "I just know how to appreciate beauty."

"Yeah, right." Arthur looked around a bit, taking in the details of the mansion's garden. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a man, um.. woman. With long black hair falling over his(her?) shoulders.

It may only have been glance, but there was something about the man…woman he couldn't point out.

And no matter how quick it may have been, he couldn't understand what his(her?) deep brown eyes were trying to tell him.

The stranger ran off then.

"Who's that?" Arthur pointed to the direction the stranger went off to.

"uh...My brother?" Antonio pointed to a man who looked exactly like him.

"No, th-"

"Maria Clara Mercado? My, my, Arthur, I never knew you liked her. Though she is quite ho-"

"Not her!"

"Never mind, you probably didn't see him….her...him...never mind." Arthur sighed and glanced at his watch. "Please excuse me for a moment, I need to call someone." He walked to the direction the mystery girl/boy went, and as soon as he was out of Francis and Antonio's sight, he broke into a sprint, trying to find the Oriental stranger.

He ran to the maze area of the mansion, green hedges surrounding him as far as the eye could see. He took a turn to his left, walked straight, left, right, straight, two more rights, straight ahead, left, dead end. Back, right, left, left, straight, stop.

There he was, back turned to Arthur. The Briton cleared his throat, catching the attention of the stranger. "Excuse me," Arthur started. "Who-"

"Hurry up, will you? You'll be late, aru!" The person exclaimed, pointing to his pocket watch.

"What? Late for what? Who- Wait! Don't go yet!" Arthur ran after him(her), running, running, left, right, right, straight ahead, left, right, left, left, where the bloody hell did she go?.

He took another turn to the left and "Arthur! That sure was quite a long call, no? Hey, what's wrong?" Francis blinked, once, twice, "What happened to you? You look like you've been in a sauna for ten minutes straight!"

"N-no! Nothing. I just got a bit lost, yeah? Yeah, that's it." Arthur waved a hand, dismissing the topic.

"If you say so." Francis gestured for Arthur to follow. "Let's go over there, shall we?"

"Yes, of course." Arthur stood up straight, regaining his composure.

As they waked around the garden, he eventually got to calm his breathing. The only thing on his mind now was that person he chased through the maze.

"Ah, Hello there MissZwingli. You look absolutely stunning!" Francis smiled at the girl, bringing Arthur back down to reality.

"Oh, um… Hello,Francis. Good day, Arthur." The girl smiled shyly, not quite looking them in the eye. Arthur yanked at Francis' collar before he could wrap an arm around her waist, pulling him away from the girl.

"Vash would kill you if he saw you do that." Arthur whispered to the Frenchman.

"Well he is not here, right? No need to think like that."

"Hm.." he frowned at Francis. "So Heidi, how's Vash?" Arthur questioned.

"Well, to be honest," she paused. "We haven't been hearing from him for quite some time now. Ever since he went back to Switzerland, we haven't heard a thing." She looked down at her feet, as if she saw something incredibly interesting in her blue heels.

"So it's been five years, hm? Maybe he's been really busy? He is studying there, after all."

"Yes. Vash is indeed very... hardworking, no?"

"I guess so," Heidi smiled up at them, swiping her bangs away from her eyes

"Francis!" A blonde haired woman called, "come over here for a moment."

"Alright, Jeanne." Francis replied. "Please excuse us Heidi."

Arthur and Francis walked towards Jeanne, who was sitting next to Antonio and Ludwig. "Hello, Jeanne." He smiled at her, then nodded to the other man. "Ludwig," The Brit greeted as he took a seat between the two.

"G'Morning, Arthur." The corner of his lips twitched up ever so slightly. Does he ever smile?

"So you wanted to tell me something, yes?" Francis asked his sister.

"Yup! You have to try this cake, Franny! It's fantastic!" Jeanne waved her fork around, then taking a forkful of the cake in her plate, offered it to Francis. Taking a bite, his eyes widened.

"Arthur, you should try it too! It's delicious!" He passed the plate to him and tapped it with the fork, waiting. The Briton didn't respond right away, staring down at the cake. "Go on," Francis coaxed, gesturing for him to do so.

"Is this thing poisoned?" Arthur frowned, looking at them seriously. The siblings were about to reply when he cut them off, laughing. "I kid, I kid."

It would be safe to say that their table was the loudest. Antonio brought out his little toy, with a digital little bottle on the screen. "Alright, I'll spin first!" they quieted for a moment, "Francis, Alright! Truth or dare?"

They continued like that for hours, a few more people joining their table. When the clock struck 12, an old man stood in the middle of the garden, hitting his glass with his spoon.

"May I have everyone's attention, please?" Once everyone quieted down, he cleared his throat, "Gather around everyone," then pointed to their table, "You, youngsters, come here,"

And they did as they were told, Francis whispering something to his sister as they got up, making the girl laugh. "Don't say things like that about Papa, Franny,"

And it was silent once again.

Arthur's father stood up as well, beside the white haired man. "We have an announcement to make,"

"We are gathered here today to celebrate the engagement of two young ones, and within 2 months, their wedding will be held," The man paused as the guests applauded, and everyone started making noise as they chatted and whispered about the news.

"So, let us congratulate these two," Arthur's father pointed at him with one finger and another to someone else. He didn't have time to stop and figure out who the other was.

"Arthur Kirkland and Francis Bonnefoy"

Well that took a while. I'm sorry if it's still not that good. I'll rewrite the next chapters soon. And if some of you have noticed, yes, I did change some parts. Like the engagement scene. I also removed the other languages I put in before. I guess it's much more understandable now.

Also, lol don't comment about Arthur and Francis getting married, we could be in the future for all we know.

This took me forever to do. Man, am I bad at this or what. Sorry for any misspellings or grammatical errors.