Hey maybe the main characters will get some dialogue. I'd like to add Alice's first words in this were "Bloody hell!" I feel that fits her personality and defines her character.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.

He flew away, hiding away in his tower...

Blue.

That's what color his eyes were. Not any blue. The kind you could get lost in. Blue like the sky. Blue like the dragon's.

He saw her and gasped, something strange in his eyes, almost fear. She stared back to him, hoping she didn't look as scared as she felt. In an instant he ungracefully fumbled to his feet and ran. He stumbled, after loosing how ever much blood. He was running. He must not be very smart. Alice jumped up and ran after him. "Oi! Where the hell are you going?!" She shouted after him. He ran around the tower, almost falling on his face. She couldn't help smiling.

Alice turned the corner and froze. The dragon was flying up to the highest room. The dragon's bandage was dark red and torn. But he was flying anyway. Alice glanced around but the man wasn't there. She looked back to the dragon. He had reached the balcony that lead to the room and the roof. Then the dragon collapsed on the balcony and the form of the dragon she could see from there was gone. Like he shrunk or something.

Alice ran to the window, not caring about her abandoned bag left at the tree stump. She ran up the spiral stairs to the wooden door of the highest room.

The princess knocked. There was no movement, just silence. "I know it's you in there." Alice said. To who? She didn't know. The dragon? The man?

"I'm going to come in." Alice called. Again no response. The door opened for her. The princess walked into the room, it hadn't changed much since the last time she had been there. Still empty but that stack of shiny items. And the man.

He was sitting against the doorway to the balcony with his face hidden. His fists were clinched and his body was tense. Then he relaxed slightly with a desperate sigh. He rested his head on his arms, staring off into the sky. "Who are you?" She asked, but part of her already knew the answer.

"I'm the dragon." He answered quietly.

Alice looked him over again despite spending the whole day watching him. "How?" She inched closer.

"I got cursed by the same witch who put you in here." He still didn't look at her.

Another question popped in her mind. It was the only thing that made sense. "Did you kiss me?" Alice was standing a step away.

"Yes." They were quiet. Alice wasn't sure what to say. She had thought maybe the curse had a loop hole or maybe she just dreamed him or- Just something other than this. She had spent hours thinking of a prince to come get her. While she was not their damsel in distress, Alice couldn't help to wish to fall in love. Everybody wanted to fall in love at some point, didn't they?

It seemed simple. You loved someone, or you didn't. You dreamed about them and they occupied your thoughts. They said I love you and you said it back, they cared and they didn't leave. Maybe she wanted to be in love so badly because she was sure no one had ever really loved her. She never had the chance before. She never really had the chance to love anyone.

"I know I shouldn't have. I didn't think you'd wake up. I just couldn't watch you sleep anymore. You didn't deserve to be cursed to an eternity of that. I thought I could do something..." He explained. Alice looked to her feet.

"Did you love me?" Did she even want to the answer?

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I don't know. I guess after two years of being trapped here with someone you fall in love." He still hadn't looked to her. Like he was scared to see her.

Two years? She was sleeping for two years? "Two years?"

"Mhm." More silence. But there really wasn't anything left to say.

She was supposed to be rescued by a prince who'd wake her up and they'd fall in love. As much as she hated it to be that cliche, that's what happened. What was supposed after all. She wasn't supposed to be woken by the dragon. He wasn't supposed to love her. This isn't what was supposed to happened.

The princess sat down across from him. "Why were you cursed?"

"Why do you care?" He whispered, sounding genuinely curious.

"I want to know, I'm sure you know why I was cursed." Alice returned.

"When I was seven I was playing around too close to the witch's house. She caught me and cursed me. Now for twelve hours out of the day I have to be a dragon and for the other twelve I have to be human." He answered.

"That's horrible." She whispered, his curse made hers sound like heaven.

"I'm sorry." He said, finally looking at her. Alice glanced up, blue met green.

"For what?" She returned.

He smiled sadly. She bet his smiles could light up the world, even the sad ones. "Didn't your parents even tell you any fairytales? It's not supposed to end up this way."

"My mother is dead and my father is the reason I'm here, so please enlighten me." Alice smoothed her dress and allowed her gaze to return to him.

He looked surprised. "I mean- uh-" Alice raised an eyebrow in amusement. "The princess is supposed to be woken up by the prince, not the monster." He trailed off.

"You're not the monster," Alice tried to reassure him,"and I don't think I am the sort of princess that belongs in a fairytale."

"I'm a dragon-human shapeshifter, how am I not the monster?" He retorted harshly, glaring at the ground.

Alice looked him over once again. Monsters were wicked. They were cruel and ugly and horrible. They were fearsome. The man sitting across from her was not a monster. They had barely really known each other for longer than a day, but she knew. He wasn't a monster. "I'm not sure, but I know you're not."

He frowned at her answer and turned away, shutting his eyes. She stood,"Get up." The princess commanded.

He looked back to her in confusion, Alice offered her hand. He hesitated, watching her hand and her face. Eventually he took her hand and she pulled him up slightly but really he was too heavy for her. He stood and she didn't release his hand and they locked eyes. He was about half a head taller than her and he was unnaturally warm.

"Why are you doing this? Why aren't you shutting me away like everyone else?" He asked, Alice liked him being this close.

"I believe we've both been alone for too long. I'll patch you up again," she paused.

"Alfred. Alfred Jones." He squeezed her hand some.

"Princess Alice Kirkland." She smiled back.