Here I am again... IM SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING! I got busy...*cough*grounded*cough*...Please don't kill me... *Ducks and sobs as Iggy's scones are tossed at me* I wasn't going to update this story because it seemed that no one was reading:( But you were! And I thank you so much~ You guys are amazing... If any of you are left...

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Alice of Nation Sacrifice ~ Fem!France

France sat, watching the ending to her favorite romantic movie, a bevy of used tissues beside her. She took a clean one from the box and blew her nose. This time was particularly sad. She didn't know why. The movie ended and France decided to sleep where she was. She threw the tissues away and lay down on the sofa. She soon fell asleep.

She dreamt she was in a meadow with the greenest grass she had ever seen.

"Mon Dieu! What a pleasant place!" she mused. She stood up and found herself in a green dress. Nothing flashy, just a plain, Kelly green dress. She walked down a path that had gone unnoticed before. On one end was a group of plain, yet pretty villages, decorated with shades of emerald and clover designs, and on the other, a lavish, ornate castle. She was so dazzled by the castle that she walked right into a woman walking down the pathway, knocking her over. "Excusez-moi, mademoiselle." She bent down to help the woman gather her things. The woman looked up at her with a smile. A shiver ran down France's back. The woman's eyes were coal black. She gasped at France's own lilac colored eyes.

"You! You're what she's looking for! Come with me!" The woman grabbed France's wrist and dragged her toward the castle.

Inside the castle. A young boy sat on a chair. He looked at her with a malevolent sneer, his shaggy black hair hanging in his eyes.

"Morning, Alice." France winked at him.

"It's Françoise, mon cherie." She followed the woman. Every person who looked at her had the same black eyes as the woman who was now leading her up a set of stairs. The people gawked at her as she continued her ascent. She waved like a princess and giggled. The woman stopped in front of a door and turned to France.

"This is the Queen's room. She's been very sick, and there is no heir to her throne, so she has asked for someone to find her one. She asked specifically for someone that looks like you." The two women opened the door slowly, trying to avoid making much noise.

"Who's there? The queen mumbled, her raspy voice causing a cough.

"Your Highness, I've found a candidate for heir." The queen tilted her head so she could face the women. Her eyes lit up like lights as she saw France.

"My dear, what is your name?"

"Françoise Bonnefoi, Your Highness." She had almost said Alice, for that little boy's words sat funny in her mind. The queen nodded and called for someone. A stout man came running. She points at me.

"Our new queen." The man gave France a skeptical look, but said 'Yes Your Highness.' and ran off. Soon the Queen's eyes lost their light.

"Lead them well, Alice." The queen said with a smirk. Then there was no more. She was gone. A shiver ran up France's spine.

Soon after the Queen's death, there was a coronation ceremony. France was almost crying. She had inherited a country from someone she didn't know. She looked at her hands, but noticed something unusual. A green clover was materializing on the back of her hand. Had the last Queen had it? She looked up and saw people squealing in delight and trying to get her attention. But among them, our favorite creepy little boy grinned. France noticed music that hadn't been there before.

The third Alice was an innocent young girl of club.
An enchanting, graceful figure in the world of Wonderland.
She charmed the people in the land to her beck and call.
A peculiar country answering to each command.

Later that night, she realized that she could have whatever she wanted, so long as she asked for it. That, Reader, is where everything turned sour. soon this power went to her head. She seduced her people into giving her whatever she wanted. All the while, her heart darkened.

"Where is my lunch? It was supposed to be here an hour ago!" France's amethyst eyes had the gleam of a madwoman. She unsheathed a dagger and put it to someone's throat. The man gasped in fear. "If I don't have it in 5 minutes or less, I will behead you myself!"

"Oui, Altesse. It will be done!" The man scurried off. She sat down on her throne. She sighed and took a sip of wine as the chef ran out with a platter of food.

"Merci. That will be all." She picked up her glass and noticed something peculiar. A thin line ran from her nose to her lips. A wrinkle. She screamed and dropped the glass. She ran into her quarters and grabbed her hand mirror. There it was, like a sore thumb.

"Good day, Alice." a voice came from behind her. She whirled around, dagger in hand, but lowered it as she saw that the voice belonged to the child. "It would be a bad idea to hurt me, seeing as I'm here to help you, after all." the boy sneered.

"You can't help me unless you grant me immortality."

"Oh, I plan to do just that. You see, I'm willing to exchange an eternal life for," the boy leaned closer, and in the Queen's ear, whispered softly, "Your soul. Understand, this is only a dream, and normally you'd have to wake up sometime. But if you give me your soul, I'll keep you here forever, and you won't age another day! So what do you think?" France laughed.

"You promise me eternal life in a paradise where I rule it all? HA! What do you think the answer is?"

France enjoyed the deal, Until she got to thinking about herself. Which she did quite often. But this time, it was different. She started to think about the monster she'd become. She soon became miserable, and tried to ask to revoke her immortality.

"Please, garcon, wake me up! I can't deal with this much longer!" But the boy just laughed and walked away.

France saw herself in the mirror. Her eyes were no longer purple, but coal black. She heard the music again.

So she rose into the throne to be the country's queen.
Consumed by paranoia of her own impending death.
Soon the queen succumbed to a dark and nightmarish dream.
Disguised in kindness, loathing fate, she secured her regime.

The boy finished the verse and marveled at his work. He laughed. "Well, now we need another to finish the collection, right?"

Well, Please don't hate me for not updating! To make it up to you, the next chapter will be up BEFORE NEXT WEEK. *crosses arms* CHALLENGE ACCEPTED. Oh, and take a minute out of your day to R&R please! 3

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