Arthur woke up to the smell of roses and freshly cut grass. He made the first attempt of opening his eyes only to have the sun blind him, causing the teen to squeeze them shut and turn his head away. After making the second attempt of opening his eyes in the shade, he sat up and realised he was using a rose bush as a bed, ignoring that he began to examine his current surroundings.

He was in a maze, but instead of the usual tall hedges there were rose bushes going in different directions. All of which were crystal white; pure and innocent. They were perfect in every way, each bush had the same amount of roses, were the same height - going up to Arthur's waist -, none of the roses were withering away or a different shade from the rest and not a single leaf or thorn was out of place.

It was then that he noticed the top of his head was aching, he lifted a hand to the abused area and winced in pain when his fingers came in contact with warm blood and clotted hair, he pulled his had away to examine his fingers which were covered in the dark red substance. With a sigh the teen slid off the bush, and looked at the damage he made to it.

There was a dent were he lay across it, many of the crimson roses were crushed and were dripping a red substance, clashing against the vivid green leaves…

Red and Green should not be seen.

"Wait…" Arthur said to himself, and walked towards the bleeding roses. Gently, he picked one up, the red liquid ran down his hand, the arm warmer soaking up the blood. This was by far the most weirdest thing that had happened to him. Roses weren't meant to bleed, he figured that plants must feel some kind of pain, but this was just beyond twisted though. These must be serious drugs he's taking…

"My, my little Alice, look at what you've done." the familiar German accent chuckled.

The Brit looked up to see Prussian pick away at a rose, ignoring the blood spilling onto his hands. "You know that you've just committed a serious crime." he smirked. "Bleeding any rose, especially those that belong to the King, can get you executed." crimson eyes looked into emerald green. "Not to mention all the other crime's you've made." he let the bleeding petals fall to the ground where they splattered on the grass. "You do know that you're being taken to court?"

"What?" Arthur asked, shocked. "Why the bloody hell am I being taken to court? And what crimes have I supposedly done?" a small breeze rolled by taking away the still dripping petals, the blonde tried to ignore how disturbing it was.

"Well, you randomly appeared here with an owner already, one who you've never met but somehow you managed to have a tag that claims you have one. So that's lying." the albino walked around the teen. "You disturbed Hatters tea party, and although no one actually gives a damn about it seeing as most people do interrupt it, you look similar to him, so you're being accused of identity theft. You're eating mushrooms which Alice's are forbidden to eat. And, as I said earlier, you bled these roses red." he leaned down and grinned. "Any questions, Alice?"

The sandy haired teen backed away. "Can you stop calling me Alice?"

"But that's your name." Prussian said, "Whatever name you had before, you can just forget about it." the German took a cigarette out of his jean pocket and lit it, he took a drag and blew the smoke into the wind. After several minutes silence, he spoke again, this time more softly. "I'm sorry, really I am. But shit happens and that's how things are." he looked behind the blonde, sighed, dropped his half finished fix and stubbed it out with a foot. "Well, I better get out of your way."

"Why?" the emerald eyed teen asked, confused with what was going on.

The albino turned away, jumped over a bush and walked into the forest. "Maybe if you turned around, you'll find the answer Alice." he answered.

The feeling of dread slowly bled it's way into his body. The sound of angry voices in the distance could be heard, he turned around, at least a dozen men dressed in red and black amour entered the maze trying to get to the teen. Many of them had to turn back, Arthur couldn't help but smile at their stupidity, it was rather funny to see a group of grown men, wearing armour to get lost in a simple maze.

One of the men got to the teen first. He looked like he was in his early twenties. His face was round and feminine with milky pale skin, and seemed to have a scowl etched into his face. Smooth pale yellow hair fell down to his chin, underneath strands of hair were two vibrant green eyes narrowed down dangerously, they had a look that said - 'If you dare to piss me off, I will shoot you without hesitating.' Which was very reassuring. He wore black leather boots with laces - red hearts sewn in the leather up the side - which went halfway up his thigh, black skinny jeans and a red long sleeved collared shirt with black hearts pinned on. There was also a shiny red heart shaped locket at the end of metallic black chain, he too also wore the same mask round his neck. He was probably the leader seeing as he was the only one who carried a gun and didn't wear any armour.

"Are you Alice?" he asked - his accent sounded a mix of German and French…Arthur assumed it was a Swiss accent - pointing the gun at the teen.

Guessing that he would be shot if he didn't answer, the teen sounded very manly as he squeaked; "Y-yes."

The man eyed him suspiciously, then looked over at the still bleeding rose bush. "I take it that was you that did that, yes?" when Arthur nodded, the man poked him with the gun. "You'd better come with me, you're late for court."

"I didn't know," Arthur said.

The Swiss rolled his eyes in anger. "I don't care for your excuses. You're trial will be held in ten minutes, you'll be late if you don't come with me." He turned and walked from the teen who followed.

Arthur was about to open his mouth to ask why the hell he was having to be taken to court but decided against it, knowing that his question would go unanswered, he figured people didn't respond to his questions was because he was below everyone else. As he was being taken through a metal arch made of metal with poison ivy twisting itself in and out of the frame, he let out a sigh. He wanted nothing more than to get out of this place. He didn't know the rules, he didn't know what an Alice was supposed to do and not do. Why he was being put on trial was beyond him, as far as he was concerned he didn't do anything wrong, it doesn't matter what Prussian or anyone else says. When they walked through another metal arch - this time with white roses - Arthur froze.

In front of him was a castle. There were five towers that were at least half a mile high, all of which held a black flag with four blood red hearts on it. The bricks were a deep grey - almost black, bright red roses with dark green leaves and thorns grew up the sides and in and out the cracks. Arthur couldn't help but think it was something out of a twisted Disney film.

"Come on!" the man hissed at Arthur and yanked at his arm, pulling him away from the scenery before him, much to his disappointment.

The teen glared at the blonde, but followed anyway, not liking the look of the gun. The couple continued walking towards the castle, passing several strange people in the process. There was a tall man who had silver hair and violet eyes - for some reason wore a periwinkle scarf - walking next to him - whom Arthur assumed was his Alice - was a boy who looked Chinese, his slightly tanned skin was bruised in several places, he also wore bandages on his arms and neck. The boy glared daggers at the man, his eyes filled with hate and anger. The Brit had a feeling it wasn't going to end well for the violet eyed man. There was also a woman with wide brown eyes who had her chocolate coloured hair kept back with a cloth and a pink flower. She held a small child in her arms - one that looked oddly familiar to the strange Italian -, Arthur wasn't sure whether it was a girl or a boy as it wore a pale green dress.

When the two entered the building, the Asian in white from earlier pushed passed them. "Sorry." he said quickly. "But I'll be late!" he turned and fled down the corridor as though his life depended on it.

Arthur could hear a sigh next to him, he turned and faced the Swiss. "He's always like that." he said as the two continued walking down the black and red tiled floor. "That clock's been broken for years, he still thinks it's quarter to three in the afternoon." He turned down a different corridor, the walls and floor were black with blood red roses pinned to the walls. The emerald eyed teen reached out for one, only for his hand to be slapped. He looked at the man who glared at him. "Your hand is still covered in blood, you wouldn't want to make the roses bleed again." he smiled sickly.

A shiver ran down his spine as he followed the Swiss.

The man opened a dark wooden door, and entered into a room, having a bad feeling, the teen followed after him. The room was large and circular. Rows upon rows of dark scarred wooden benches ran around the room up to ceiling -every seat was filled with a number of weird people - but it stopped at the door. However, a certain part of the rows had a small wooden wall, cornering it off to the rest - Arthur assumed this was the Jury of some sort. In the middle of the room was an alter, which was at least four metres high was painted in black and red checkers, the stool - which had a ladder built into two of the legs - looked like it would go backwards the second someone sat in it, the legs had splinters in them as if to show that it had indeed toppled back in the past.

On top of this stool was a man. The man had deep brown hair with a strand of hair sticking up, his skin was the same as Arthur's, he had a mole on his cheek (he couldn't help but think of that scene from Austin Powers ) , dark brown eyes which glared at him and a thin line for a mouth. He wore a long black coat which would normally go to his knees, but instead fell down the back of the stool, his shirt was neatly ironed and black, with a couple red hearts pinned on, his hands wore delicate black leather gloves imprinted with a black heart and floral pattern, matte black trousers were hidden mostly by black leather boots with the same floral pattern imprinted on. And, just like many people, wore the same mask along with a silver chained necklace with a red treble clef at the end. He held the air of authority.

"You're twenty seconds late." he said, his accent similar to Prussian.

"I'm sorry," the Swiss said, then glared at Arthur. "But this Alice was taking it's time."

Deep brown eyes narrowed. "Is that so?" he pointed to the small stool. "Sit there."

The teen did as he told, shaking slightly as he did so, the feeling of everyone staring at him. When he sat down, the door opened again. Arthur turned to see who a man - who looked like he should be in college - walked in. He had sun kissed skin and eyes the colour of sapphires hidden behind rectangle glasses, his hair was multiple shades of gold and yellow - there was an annoying cowlick and strand of hair sticking up. The man wore - for some odd reason - a black leather bomber jacket with blood red hearts pinned on it, his shirt too was red with black hearts, skinny black jeans were hidden under black leather boots with a mix of red and black hearts sewn up the side. He wore a blood coloured pocket watch at the end of a deep grey chain that stopped above his stomach, there was also the familiar mask and a red chain with a crown -that held the two familiar colours - at the end which stopped above his stomach. He too held the air of authority, however it wasn't intimidating, unlike the man who sat on top of the dangerous stool, who let out a sigh and looked at the new comer with a tired look on his face.

"You're late again." he said, observing the man as he walked up to the stool and leaned against it with a Hollywood smile plastered on his face.

"I didn't know until five minutes ago about it." the blonde said innocently in a strong American accent. "I almost choked on my food." before the German could answer back, the American had already walked away from where he was leaning.

He walked up to Arthur, who looked up at the newcomer. The man tilted the teens chin up with his hand delicately, as though examining the younger boy's face. After a while he simply said;. "My, my, aren't you a pretty Alice?" The English teen blushed furiously at the comment and pulled away. The American chuckled and walked away from the teen, and after not finding an empty seat he pulled himself up onto the edge of a row and sat there, not noticing that a few people got up for him.

Rolling his eyes at the blonde, the German let out another sigh and turned back to the small teen on the stool. He sounded like he would rather be anywhere else but here. "State your name."

"…My real name or the one I have now?" he asked, there were a few snickers from the rows of people. Arthur flushed from embarrassment.

"Don't be so stupid." the man snapped. "What name do you think I'm talking about?"

Arthur sighed. "Fine, my name is Arthur Kirkland." there were several gasps from the crowd.

"That's another charge." the German said, writing something on a piece of stained paper with a black and crimson quill. "Alice's aren't supposed to tell anyone their true name."

"I didn't know." Arthur said in defence.

"Alice's are also not allowed to speak when not spoken to." more writing.

The Brit glared daggers at the man. How dare he. How bloody dare he speak to him as though he were a child. For as long as he could remember, people have always spoken down to him, like he wasn't even worth the shit beneath their shoes. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth.

"Now, onto the crimes you have committed." the man, once again, sounded bored as he read the list. "You've stolen the identity of Hatters, bled his Highness' roses, you've been eating mushrooms which every Alice is forbidden to eat, you went against the red and green rue multiple times, you told everyone your true name, you spoke back to me, and worst of all you arrive here and already have an owner." eyes peered from behind the paper. "Do you plead guilty or not guilty?"

"Not guilty." Arthur answered.

The smell of sweet smoke and tea filled the teens nostrils as a bandaged hand clasped onto his shoulder, and cold skin rested against the side of his neck. "I's obvious tha' 'e's lyin' inni'?" the hatter asked the judge innocently. "I mean, wha' are the chances of someone lookin' jus' like me?" he smiled innocently. "'e musta stolen me face." Another hand slinked it's way round a shoulder, bony fingers gripped the blonde's chin and held it in place, the other leaned to the side so the two were now cheek to cheek. "See? 'e took me identi'y, I've always looked like this."

The madman pulled away, and before Arthur could rub his now bruised skin, the Swiss appeared from behind the altar, no sooner had he done so, he began to poke Arthur in the side with the point of his gun.

"He bled the roses red. I saw it happen." the point was pushed further, causing the teen to gasp. "He did it on purpose, he made a wound in the back of his head and then made the roses bleed." the Swiss turned round and faced the sunny blonde. "I wouldn't lie your Highness, I did see it happen."

He pulled the gun away from the teen, who went to hold it, hoping the pain would ease only to have a pale hand with black nails grabbed his wrist. "I saw him eating the mushrooms as well." A slinky German accent said right next to his ear. "I told him he shouldn't, but he did. I'm sure it was a red and purple one he ate, but he could've eaten more." Arthur turned to face Prussian, only to discover no one was there.

"And everyone in this room heard you speak your name." the faraway voice from the top of the stool said, "Also, everyone heard you speak back to me, and I'm sure there's plenty of witnesses to see you go against the red and green rule." the man leaned down grinning sadistically, making Arthur shiver in his much smaller seat, wide emerald green eyes looking into deep chocolate ones. "Who do you think you are? Turning up here claiming you have an owner, going around stealing people's identities and bleeding roses. Tut-tut, I would have thought Alice's were better than that." he read over the notes, his smile turning into a grin. "Well, well, well Alice. I'm afraid we have no choice but to execute you."

The teen paled. He felt sick, oh God he felt sick. The room filled with laughter and shouting. Many people were telling the teen what they thought of him, others were shouting how they could execute him; hanging, burning, drowning. It all sounded so… painful.

All of a sudden, the room fell silent.

It was like this for a minute, Arthur looked around the whole court to see what was going on, when he noticed everyone was looking at the same place, he turned round to see the American still sitting on his seat at the edge of a bench, a smug grin was plastered all over his face as he looked up at the German.

The sunny blonde began. "I said-"

"I heard what you said!" the judge spat, he pointed a finger accusingly at the English teen. "Why him? Why?" he demanded. "Out of all the Alice's we have, why him?"

The sunny blonde looked to the side, avoiding the glare of the other man. "I…I don't know how to explain…" he said. "It's just…it feels like he should belong to me."

A small blush appeared on Arthur's cheeks as the American said that. He belongs to him? A complete stranger? As much as it was disturbing, the teen couldn't help but feel something towards the man, he turned a deeper shade of red at that thought. He wasn't gay, there was no way in hell he was…then again…why was he feeling like this? The Brit shook his head, trying to ignore the small whispers that clung to the back of his head.

The judge sighed. "You always were the complicated one, I've always wondered how your brother copes with it all." the man then pointed at Arthur again. "He has broken the rules, he is now sentenced to Death. We can't give him another chance, unless if you are willing to humiliate yourself then go ahead, I'd love to see you try."

"But he doesn't know the rules, he didn't mean anything by it." the blonde protested. "Can't we just let him get away with it, just this once? Or give him a punishment-"

"He has broken the rules! Why don't you understand?" the German shouted at the man who winced. "No one else has ever gotten a second chance, then why should he be any different?"

"Because he's mine!"

Everyone in the room gasped as the man said that. One by one the room filled with a buzz of whispering and muttering. Many of which were about how His Majesty could say such a thing, others were whispering about how such an Alice could be so rude.

The judge slid down the ladder, walked around the altar and slapped the American before him, stunning the room to silence.

"Listen to yourself." he sneered. "How can you claim that this…thing, belongs to you? It is an Alice, we can get you another one. Why on Earth do you want this one?"

His Majesty took a quick glance at the English teen and guiltily said; "It's hard to explain..."

"Well, why not have Hatters? The two look similar."

The sunny blonde looked over at the mad man with disgust, causing the hatter to look away from everyone else, his hair covering his eyes. "No." the blonde looked at the German once more. "But you can't…please, give him a second chance-"

"NO!" Arthur jumped at the word. "He is going to die, you can't do anything about it." the judge smiled sickly, "Unless you are willing to give up your title and be executed along with this…thing." the man walked around the American like a lion would do to it's prey. "How would your brother react to that? You two are the only family you have, he'd be ever so lonely without you. Could you do that to him?" when the sunny blonde didn't answer, the smiled widened. "Then that settles it."

Arthur felt two strong arms link themselves around his, he looked up to see someone who looked similar to the Italian, although his features were darker, and instead of chocolate eyes, the teen had olive green. The Brit looked at the other and froze as the familiar Italian looked down at him and grinned, placing a finger over his mouth and whispered; 'Don't make a scene.'

Confused by what was happening, the teen was quietly led through a door he hadn't noticed before, and paled. The room was similar to the other, although in this room everything was in black, with a few deep stains splattered in the wall and floor, and the smell of copper was strong. Arthur shuddered as he figured out what this room was for. Emerald eyes looked desperately at the American, hoping that he would at least try to stop this madness. But life is cruel, and the man stood there watching his Alice being taken to the platform where his executioner stood.

He was a good few inches taller than the American. His pale blonde hair was a mess and seemed to have deep red streaks through it. He had a slim face which held a grin similar to the albino, ice cold blue eyes carved into you just at a mere glance, his skin was pale and had crimson stains which were practically tattooed into his skin. The man wore a deep red shirt which was hidden underneath a long coat black coat - the cuffs and the inside of it was the same colour was the shirt - that fell a couple of inches below his knees, his jeans were blood red with deeper shades of the colour splattered on them, he wore matte black leather boots which went halfway up his calf, a weird pattern of skulls imprinted into them. Around his scarred neck he wore the familiar mask, along with a black skull hanging off a chain which stopped bellow his chest. The man also carried axe twice the size of the Brit, the handle was midnight red - at the end of it was a chain which was similar to the necklace - and the axe was black.

Arthur's feet felt like lead, his blood turned to ice. It seemed to take an eternity to walk up those three simple steps, his chest tightened, his stomach was churning and he realised he was shaking. This was it, this was the end, Death would claim him just like all his other victims. As he was forced to his knees, the teen glanced at the executioner who simply grinned back at him, ready for when he has the right to cut off the teens head.

A warm hand was pressed against his cheek, causing him to jump slightly at the contact. The teen looked into sapphire eyes, who looked back sadly.

"I'm sorry." the sunny blonde murmured.

"Can't you do anything to stop it?" Arthur whispered, trying to keep his voice calm. Although he didn't even know this man, for some reason he completely trusted this stranger.

The man shook his head. "If I could I would, there is a way but it means leaving my brother." he smiled sadly. "I can't leave him by himself, he's already lonely as it is." he leaned forward and kissed the teen lightly on the lips. When the American pulled away he chuckled after looking at the blush which spread across Arthur's face, he gave the teen one last smile before standing up to walk over to the wall and lean against it, watching the scene.

It was then that Arthur realised he was shaking, that tears were spilling down his cheek. Why was he afraid? He was close to suicide several times but decided against it at the last minute, why should this be any different? Maybe it was because he wasn't expecting it, maybe it was the executer who was grinning sadistically at him.

Maybe it was because he didn't choose it to happen.

It didn't matter, he was going to die. This was it, this was the end. He looked over at the sunny blonde one last time before closing his eyes as he felt the man with the axe stand next to him. There was a chuckle, the sound of the blade cutting through the air, and then blackness.

o.o.o

He let out a blood curdling scream.

END.

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Yay! It r be done :D sorry for the late update, the night I was gonna upload it my laptop got raped by virus' and I've finally gotten rid of the last of them -insert church song- and I've been really stressed out with essays and deadlines (exams start next month, woohoo!)

Okay~ so there were a couple of questions to the last chapter, I thought after having Prussian explain it in the other chapters it would make sense, however I was naïve enough to think that everyone thinks the same way as me (I keep forgetting) so here's the answers;

Alice: An Alice is basically your soul mate (yes I believe in soul mates), you know when you have found your Alice - or your owner - because you instantly want to be with them…more or less love at first sight. However, some people haven't found their Alice and steal other people's, or take the ones which are lost in the woods. In this case it would be Russia and China, Russia got pissed with his original Alice (Latvia) and killed him, so he stole China who is being used as a punching bag (I love China as a character, and Russia but I hate RoChu, so I couldn't help but put it in, sorry RoChu fans ^^; )

Hatters: I have this weird thing by calling people weird names, I can't put it in normal stories so I loved the fact I could get away with it in this story. Hatters is meant to be the Mad Hatter, he is one person. And someone asked if he were Wales, sadly no (if I wrote about Wales then it would be my hatred towards them, bad childhood there I'm afraid ^^; ) it's actually the personification of Flying Mint Bunny. His personality and cockney accent is based off of DarkmoonSigel's fanfics, but his description is my idea…kinda… I just wrote him how I'd imagine him to be if he were a human, which is similar to Arthur.

Oh, also TangerineTea, now that you mention it, this is kinda similar to McGee's Alice, but I didn't know anything about it until a couple of weeks after finishing this, but I've been hooked on the soundtrack (too skint to buy the game, it's almost £30!) so yeah, the sequel might be a bit more…messed up. No wait, it will be. :D gotta love my psychotic mind and the music I listen to (Birthday Massacre ftw)

Anyways~ Reviews etc. are welcome as always. And thanks so much for reading this (:

EDIT: I re-read over what I said above, and I didn't mean to sound bitchy and sarcastic, I really am naïve when it comes to explaining things, ask any of my friends or family, I can go on and on about something and instantly think they know what I'm on about. I keep forgetting people think differently from me XD /fail. Sorry if I offended anyone ^^;