Alice of Nation Sacrifice

2nd Alice~Italy

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Italy walked around the house, looking for his allies. "Doitsu! Doitsu? Doitsu? Japan? Where are you? Japan?" He eventually found them asleep in their offices. "Hmm...I might as well go to bed too!" Italy yawned. He walked up to his room and flopped down onto his bed. He thought about the past day and how much fun it was, with Germany and him playing tag! (Which was actually Germany's attempt to calm him down.) Japan had shown him the wonders of anime! Italy yawned and fell asleep. He dreamed he was in a city. Italy looked around in awe. "Ve~I wonder if they serve pasta!" He said to no one in particular. As he was walking backward, he bumped into a small child. "Oh, Bambino, Mi dispiace!"

"Hello, Alice." The child spoke in a high-pitched voice, Italy laughed.

"Who is Alice? I'm Italy! Can you tell me where I am? Or where I can find some food?" His stomach growled.

"This is Wonderland, Alice. Make it your own. Maybe you'll do better than the last Alice." The child replied.

"My name is Italy. Not Alice-Wait what was that last part?" But the child was gone. "Ve~that was too weird. I need to find a restaurant, I'm so hungry."

Italy walked around for a while, And sat down under a tree. Why was everything so blue? He wondered. What did that child say about the last Alice? Who was Alice? So many thoughts running through his head. He missed his friends. He got his guitar out of its case and played a few notes. A young girl stepped up to him.

"Hey, guys! There's a musician here!" The girl called to her friends, who came running. Italy laughed. "Can you play us a song, mister?"

"Of course!" He smiled. The Italian played a sweet tune and the children clapped. By that time there were more children listening, and a few adults. One of the adults commented on his talent

"This man is a star!" Italy blushed. A child asked him to play another song. He did so, and soon the whole town was listening to Italy's song. The children laughed, the adults clapped. Soon the crowd parted and a woman walked through. This, soon he would know, was the Queen. She invited him to play on stage. Italy stepped up onstage and looked around. He noticed something was different about these people. What was it? He wondered. Their eyes! They're blank!

"Are you going to play? The child from earlier that called him Alice asked.

"O-of C-course..." He stammered "Just stage fright, that's all." He started playing and singing.

The second Alice was a man of the Diamond. Spreading out countless notes, he gave birth to a mad blue world. That Alice was a rose, Shot down by a madman. He leaves a flower, blooming sadly red, and admired by all he withers.

What is this song? He asked himself. The crowd cheered. He stepped down from the stage, took a bow, and was glomped by a bunch of children. He laughed. Children were so cute! He was given a home in the village. Everyone loved him. He was never lonely, but he still wished that Germany and Japan were there with him. That night, he noticed a small marking on his hand. It was a blue diamond. He remembered the song he sung earlier, and the lyrics. He also remembered the child calling him Alice. He shivered and then started to feel a sharp pain in his head. Too much thinking! He eventually fell asleep. the next morning, he walked outside to get some fresh air. The townspeople called to him. He was again attacked by a group of children. The children giggled and squealed. He wrestled with them for a while, and played tag with them. then he made some pasta for lunch. He saw a shadow walk behind him. He turned around frightened. The children screamed and ran away. Italy looked into the man's eyes. The man pulled out a gun. There was a shot fired, and Italy fell off the bench. He heard frantic screaming and sobbing. He put his hand to his head, and felt the blood between his fingers. The beautiful blue world faded to black. Eventually, everyone forgot about the man and his beautiful songs.

"On to the next Alice." the dream said.

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