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A small girl looks out into the waters. She's never been anywhere but her homeland. A man went by her side, he was a human.
"who knows where that water will lead you." he said. The little girl looked up at him.
" do you mean that there's other one's like me and Alba?" she asked. The man looks at her and smiled. "yes that could mean that there's others like you" the small girl smiled. She knew that she wouldn't be alone, just her Alba, Ireland, and Wales.
The setting suddenly changed, it was raining, dark, people around the small girl were dying, men falling from fatal wounds, while women and children ran for their lives. The little girl watched, she had no weapon to hold, the men didn't want her to hold any. Suddenly a man grabbed her, as he did she was able to grab a small pointed stone. She stabbed the man, making him drop her. She started run, jumping over dead bodies, suddenly something was thrown at her, several spears hit her, her legs mainly. She falls, unable to move, suddenly she was picked up again by the same man.
" I told you not to harm her!" he yelled. He lifted her up to see her face " I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to harm you." what the man said made no sense to her, she was not familiar with his language. As he began to walk away she screams out to her brothers and sister, although they seemed to be in pain. Slowly she lost sight of them in the heavy fog.
She was held by the man, she was squirming, the men already treated her wound, it had stopped bleeding. Suddenly the boat was docked and the man that held her stood up. She heard the man talking to someone, suddenly the man knelt down, revealing two silhouettes in front of her. There she saw two people, all looking at her with disgust and disagreement. One had blue eyes and blonde hair, much brighter than her ashy tone. The other has brown and slightly darker shade of green eyes than hers, behind them were two other people, a but younger than her, both had weird curls.
"Hispania, Gaul, Romano, Italy meet your new "sibling" " he said, as soon as he said that word the faces of the two older boys contorted with disgust and disapproval.
" no, I will not accept a barbarian as my sister!" the blonde said, suddenly the brown haired boy interfered.
" Another victory grandfather? Congratulations, but another barbarian country?"
" Now Hispania I expect you to take care of this little boy..or girl.., you too Gaul. it's your sibling now." With that she was left with the four boys, she looked at the water, her land is across that water, she just needed to get back.
The scene suddenly changed again, this time it was filled with gunpowder and war. The two boys from the other setting were present, although they were older and matured much like her. The blonde one won in a war against her, taking her prisoner, making her do whatever he wanted. Suddenly she was out of the place, and instead she was on a pirate ship going on war against the brown haired boy. Suddenly she was in a field with a small blonde boy, blue eyes looking up at her, filled with wonder and amazement. The little boy begged her not to go, not to leave him, but she left needing to go.
The setting again changed, to a setting she didn't want to remember. It was cold and rainy, she faced four countries, she recognized three. She stood there rifle in hand, so did they. The youngest of them was in the front, the other three behind him. All of them, a sea of blue, looked at her. With a rifle pointed at her he said.
" I want freedom after all" at saying this her body shook with grief and sadness. She knew she couldn't fight anymore, not with all of them going against her. She closes her eyes, as she knows that another nation was watching the whole thing close by. She opens her eyes, staring at the blue eyed boy. His eyes that were full of welcome when she arrived was replaced by seriousness and motivation. She managed to make her green eyes convey the message of hate and disgust. She looked at the nations behind him, all determined to win and become victors of the war. She sent them a glare full hate, and then she looked back at the boy.
"Did you hear me? I said I want freedom aft-"
"I heard you the first time" she finally said. She analyzed his tone; cold, demanding, harsh. Then she looked at his face-emotionless, stern. She looked at him hoping for him to see the fake façade she set up in front of him, but alas the boy failed to see it.
" I heard you the first time, I don't need you to repeat yourself, America" she said, the last word left her throat dry, her eyes just begging to let the hot tears fall, he looked at him, with the façade of hate. " I won't let that happen" she said. "I won't let that happen" she said again in a cold stern tone, she began to charge. In reality she was charging towards a rebelling teen, who wanted freedom from her 'oppressive' rule, but in her eyes, she saw a small boy wearing a white robe with a small red ribbon on the collar…
Alfred woke up with someone screaming. There in his arms was Alice sitting up, her hands holding the sides of her heads, her eyes shut closed and crying. Alfred sat up tried to embrace her. "Hey are you okay? Alice-" at this Alice turned to him and shrieked. She pushed herself away from him and fell onto the floor. Alfred was surprise, she had never acted this way before.
" PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!" she exclaimed. She pulled her arms up and covered her head. "I'M SORRY I DIDN'T MEAN TO-…I- I-I - JUST.." she kept backing up until she hit the wall. America was stunned, England has never done before…well not in front of him. America rushed and turned the room lights on and looked for Alice's phone. Luckily she left it with her pile of paper works. He grabbed it and went through her phone. First he called Wales, he didn't answer, then Ireland, she didn't answer. He reluctantly called Scotland and hoped that he wouldn't answer the phone, and gladly he didn't. America sighed, who else can he call he looked over to the flustered England. He kept scrolling through her recent contacts and found "Northern Ireland" he looked at Alice again and pressed the call button. He waited, but before the second ring could finish someone picked up.
"hello?"
" Hey uhm Northern Ireland right?"
"Who are you and what have you done to my sister?"
" Woah dude! Calm down…it's America! And as for England, well she had a nightmare.."
" Give her the phone!" the voice exclaimed. America tried to give Alice the phone but she would just tremble and shake. He heard Northern Ireland scowl when he heard Alice say:
"I'M SORRY ALBA! I DIDN'T MEAN TO- PLEASEEEE, DON'T HIT ME!"
" Damnit America! Put me on speaker!" he demanded. America moved the cellphone away from his ear.
"Okay dude, you don't need to yell" at this he put Northern Ireland on speaker. As soon as Alice heard his voice she began to talk in Irish Gaelic. He heard Northern Ireland sigh,
"America, if you would be so kind-"
" I'm leaving the room" America said as he heard Northern Ireland.
" Thank you"
Alfred sat at the foot of the door, hugging the same old pillow he had, he took out his phone and began to dial France's phone number. It took him seven tries until the Frenchman answered.
" What do you want Amerique?" an angry Francis yelled through the phone, at this Alfred winced and put his phone away from his ear, he could still hear Francis clearly. " it's one fifteen in the morning! What could you possibly need at this time of hour?"
"Men Francis, chill will you?"
" what do you need?" Francis said, he was mad, Alfred can't blame him, he disturbed the man from his sleep.
" Ali-I mean England is crying" at this Francis went silent, Alfred heard a sigh through the phone.
" so she really was sleeping over your place" he said.
" took you long enough to realize" Alfred said.
" listen mon cher, I swear if you're the one who made her cry I will-"
" I didn't do anything"
" then why is Alice crying?" Francis asked, Alfred really didn't like it when Francis called England "Alice". it always showed how worried the Frenchman was, and how much he really cared about her. Alfred sighed.
" she's dreaming about the revolution I guess."
" the American Revolution?"
" yes Francis, what else is there she could cry about?"
" Seven years of War" France said. Alfred eyebrows furrowed.
" why would she cry about the French and India-"
" never mind that mon cher, has she talked to anyone?"
" yeah, she's talking to Northern Ireland right now"
" well it is eight nineteen there right now"
"talking to him in Irish Gaelic"
"….. that's pretty bad."
" exactly, Ali-England-"
" you can call her 'Alice' if you want to Amerique"
" fine, Alice doesn't talk in her old language unless she's really distraught or something"
" then that means that her dreams aren't just about the American Revolution"
" Could be, I didn't know her when she was just starting out as a country, I don't know what hardships she faced…"
" it's okay, Alice will open up soon, if not William [Wales] will tell us a gist of it." France assured him. " now is she alone? It's not advisable to leave her alone when she's in that kind of mental state"
" no, I'm outside the door, listening, you know watching out" at this Francis sighed, he could hear him turn to his side.
" mon cher I think it's best if you keep your distance from her, for now."
" then who will.."
" let her brothers take care of it, let Mathew take care of it too, after all I can't help, Spain can't either"
"Spain?"
" that is another story mon cher, well that's all I could help you with, I have to go to sleep you know, I will call someone to go there and help you, give them 30 minutes "
" okay, thanks man, I don't owe you anything"
" hm" with that Francis hung up, and all Alfred could do was listen to Alice's little sobs.
thank you for reading! reviews are always welcome! xD chapter nine is edit right now. thank you! and any questions on Spain's involvement...it will be revealed soon! n_n
