A/N: Bored, so decided to continue :D I'm happy some people are enjoying this x3
This chapter will be rated T 'cause of the Bad Touch Trio and Romano :P
So yeah next chapter!
"Fran! Wakey wakey wakey!" Alice giggled as she jumped on France's stomach.
"Ow, ow, Alice, don't, ow!" France squeezed his voice out every time Alice landed on him. Alice stopped and slid off the bed and ran over to the bedroom door.
"Fran, wakey! Spa and Pru is waiting!" Alice cried, and ran outside to the living room. France groaned and rolled over in the bed – and suddenly jumped out.
"OH CRAP!" he screamed, and almost jumped at his closet.
"Sheesh France, I cannot believe you!" Spain complained, as he took Alice and threw her upwards into the sky. Alice screamed happily and Spain caught her, and threw her up again.
"I'm sorry Spain, I apologize – careful!" He cried as Alice was thrown in the air again.
"Kesese, my turn to play with Princess!" Prussia laughed as he took the girl out of Spain's hands.
"Birdie!" Alice cried as she reached up on Prussia's head, trying to pet Gilberd. Gilberd jumped off Prussia' head, and landed on Alice's. Prussia laughed as Alice giggled from the ticklishness.
"C'mon, we're gonna be late!" France said, as he grabbed Spain's arm and started running.
"H-hey, don't leave me!" Prussia demanded as he carried Alice under one arm, who was madly squealing.
"YOU'RE LATE GODDAMIT!" Romano screamed, as the trio looked away awkwardly. The four were at Venice, the Italian city of sparkling waterways. The sun was gleaming mercilessly, making the rivers shimmer more than usual.
Opposing the water, Romano's enraged words were beyond dirty.
"I SPECIFICALLY TOLD YOU TO BE ON TIME AND WHAT DO YOU DO? YOU'RE FUCKING LATE YOU BASTERDS, SON OF A BITCH, PIECE OF SHIT –,"
"Um, Romano," France cut in, raising his hand to speak. Romano glared.
"What,"
"I would appreciate it if you keep the cussing to a minimum…I don't want Alice catching all those words," he whispered, looking over at Alice. She was clinging on to Prussia's jeans, with his hands tightly over her ears. She looked confused, as she was looking back and forth between the four.
Romano growled, but nodded anyway. He walked over to Alice and bent down. His frown immediately disappeared and turned into a dazzling smile.
"Hey there bella. How are you doing today?"
"Fine! Grazie!" Alice giggled, as she spoke the only Italian she knew. Romano petted her hair, and then stood up. His smile turned into a frown once again.
"C'mon you ba – idiots, we got work to do!" he snapped. He looked over at Alice one more time, smiled and then walked away.
"Roma, wait up!" Spain cried, and ran after him. Prussia quickly followed. France bent down, and patted Alice's hair.
As much as Alice didn't like strangers, she loved going out to new places. This was her first time in Venice, and everything interested her. The waterways, the gondolas, even the people, she couldn't stop looking at. France smiled, as a new person came jogging from the way Romano left.
"Vee~ sorry I'm late!" Italy wheezed, as he stopped in from of Alice.
"Ita!" Alice cried.
"Hey there Alyche, you look so adorable today too!" Italy picked up Alice and cuddled her. France stood up.
"Keep close watch on her Italy. You never know where she might wander off," he said, giving a wink. He patted Alice's hair again.
"Alright bebe, Fran has some work to do alright?"
Alice nodded.
"So I want you to stay with Italy for today. Don't worry, he'll be good," he joked, laughing as Italy turned red.
"Aw, Alice go with Fran!" Alice protested.
"Italy says he's gonna show you around Venice," France said, raising his eyebrow. Alice's eyes shimmered, and turned to Italy. Italy just smiled. "You gonna be a good girl?" Alice nodded strongly. "Alright then. Come here," Alice ran into his arms, and he tightly hugged her.
"Au revoir!" Alice hugged him back, and then ran over to Italy to take his hand.
"Let's go Alyche! I have so much to show you!" Italy said picking up Alice in his arms. He waved a hand to France. France simply waved back.
"Vee, stay still Alyche! You'll tip the gondola over!" Italy laughed, as Alice jumped up and down on his lap. The gondola rower, Marco looked over his shoulder and smiled.
"Young lady there is quite excited,"
"It's her first time in Venice. Right bella?"
"Yup, yup!" she squealed, jumping off Italy's lap and looking off the edge of the boat. "So pretty!"
"Venice wasn't called 'The Queen of Adriatic' for nothing, piccola signora," Marco said proudly. "'The Floating City', 'City of Masks'...this place has many names known to men. Oh, watch your head here – this bridge is made pretty low,"
"Vee...we should probably get that fixed," Italy mumbled, as he raised his head again. "Before some accident happens to a poor turista,"
""Right you are, Signore Vargas. We don't want any ugly fight here in the beautiful city of Venice,"
"Vargas?" Alice cocked her head. "But your name is –,"
"Veeee~ hush Alyche!" Italy whispered, clapping his hand on her mouth. Marco turned around, but saw Italy cheerfully wave his open hand, and turned around again.
"Alyche, don't say my real name too loudly!"
"Real name?" Alice asked. "Ita –,"
Italy made a shushing noise again and Alice stayed still.
"We all have fake names, Alyche," Italy, said, but not facing Alice. "I do. Brother Romano does. So does Brother France,"
"Fran too?" Alice asked, looking slightly shocked.
"Veee~!" Italy cried, slapping his hand on his mouth. "Oh dear, oh dear, Brother France is gonna get mad…,"
"Hey Ita…what Alice call you?"
"Feliciano Vargas," Italy said as he made an awkward smile at Marco, who turned around once again.
"Fe – Feli –," Alice mumbled, trying to pronounce Italy's human name.
"Just call me Feli," Italy advised.
"Okay, Feli –," Alice took a deep breath. "– why do you call me Alyche?"
"Ve?" Italy asked, looking confused. Alice looked equally confused.
"Alice's name is Alice! Why Feli call me Alyche?" she said once again, loud enough so that Marco could hear.
"Ah, that's because that's how you pronounce the name 'Alice' in Italian, miss," Marco answered instead of Italy.
"So Alice has two names?" Alice asked. Marco twisted his head to think.
"I guess you can say that," Italy answered instead of Marco this time. "You know, it's the same in France too! The name 'Maria', in France, you pronounce it 'Marie'. The name 'Henry', you pronounce it 'Anrie',"
"Wow! Wow!" Alice cried excitedly, jumping up and down on the gondola.
"Whoa there, careful miss!" Marco cried, as he reared the gondola away from a sandolo that came from the other direction. "Well, looks like we made it back to where we started. Hold on, I'll get this near the shore,"
"Thanks so much Marco," Italy said, as he carried Alice off the gondola. "Here's a little extra. No – just take it!"
"I can't thank you enough Signore," Marco smiled. "Say ciao to Signore Lovino for me,"
"Will do! Bye!"
"Bye bye!" Alice said as Marco rowed off into the Venice canals again.
"So Alyche," Italy said, bending down. "Did you have a good time?"
"Yep!" Alice said jumping into Italy's arms. "Alyche had good time!"
"Alice has two names!" Alice announced happily at her brother as they were walking back home.
"Now do you?" he asked, as he held Alice in one arm, and the suitcase in the other.
"Uh huh! Alice's new name is Alyche!"
"That's nice. Did Italy tell you?
"Yep!" Alice giggled. "He also told me Fran has two names too!"
France froze for a second, and made a deep sigh. He saw a park right near them, and he took Alice in. He set her down on a swing. He bent down so his eye level was the same as Alice's.
"You see Alice," France started. "I have two names, that's true. Francis Bonnefoy. That's my fake name. The name you usually call me – 'France' – that's a secret name I keep,"
"Is 'Feli – Fe – Fe –'," Alice struggled trying to pronounce the name Italy taught her.
"'Feliciano Vargas'," France helped. "Yes, that's his fake name. 'Lovino Vargas' – that's Romano's secret name. 'Antonio Fernandez Carriedo', 'Gilbert Beillschmidt' – that's Spain and Prussia's fake name,"
"Spa and Pru has fake names too?" Alice asked, looking surprised.
"So does Germany and Japan and Canada,"
"Does Alice get fake name too?" Alice asked, looking slightly excited.
"No honey, you don't" France said, rubbing Alice's puffed cheeks lovingly. "You used to have one. But now, you – you don't need it,"
Alice wasn't able to read France's expression. She was too young – too inexperienced in life – to know all the emotions that France held.
It showed love, like always. But it also showed many other expressions that Alice did not yet know.
It showed hatred, at his powerlessness
It showed anger, at unchangeable Fate.
It showed pain, at what he had lost.
And most of all – it showed regret.
Regret about the power he wasn't able to possess.
Regret about not being able to change Fate.
Regret about not be able to protect what he had lost.
Regret about what happened six years ago.
Orange. The color of the sun that shone on the Venice water ways. The color of the sun that showed the end of the day.
A/N: That's the end of chapter 2! Maybe I should start studying instead of typing fanfic... -_-
Well I'm planning to throw in that one character that hasn't showed up yet! Hope you guys life this fanfic