A/N: OMG! I'm so sorry for the long wait. My life has been so crazy these upcoming months. So much has happened that I probably couldn't fit it on this page. But enough excuses. Heres the new chapter. I hope you like it! And of course as usual thank you for your patience and interest in my story. It brings such joy to my heart. I hope to write the next chapter soon. Love you guys!

Edit: Im so sorry guys for the chapter I uploaded last night. I realized this morning that I went from 3rd person to 1st person pov literally in the first sentence. I literally don't know what to say except that I had written it at 2am. Hopefully I fixed everything here. And here's to hoping next time I wont write a chapter that late..


Chapter 9: Pass me the sugar, please?

Alfred refused to acknowledge the man at the end of the table. It was Arthur but at the same time it was not. Instead of staring at him like a fish, he gathered his senses and tugged on the White Rabbits arm.

"You don't suppose it be rather unorthodox to arrive with half of the party missing and an angry knave on our trail, would you?" he had asked in hopes they would turn around and leave. With the German gone, Alfred was ashamed to admit that he had become weary.

'If I was going to be stuck in a crazy underground world full of weird look a like freaks, I didn't want to be in it alone damn it.' Alfred screamed in his head.

"Oh Alfred, don't be shy. The Mad Hatter doesn't bite! At least not anymore." The White rabbit chuckled and took a seat.

Alfred finally took a glance at 'Arthur' and saw his wide unnerving smile. He motioned for him to take the seat next to him. Alfred sighed and approached the table into the offered seat. He jumped as he felt his chair being pushed in ever so gently.

"Allow me Alfred. Tell me lovely, have you ever had mille-feuille?" A familiar suave voice said.

"Mind yourself Hare. You've startled the poor boy!" The Mad Hatter chided.

"Oh! Mes excuses les plus sincères! I didn't mean to. It is true that my good looks can give pause to some people." The Hare said. "Oh don't flatter yourself." said Hatter.

Alfred looked up to the aforementioned man, this Hare. His intuition had been right. It was the Frenchmen. Francis Bonnefoy himself. Thankfully not too much had changed for him. The fancy clothes and the golden locks were to be expected, what he hadn't anticipated was a White Rabbit clone. He was indeed a Hare, the ears and tail to sport. Alfred took in a deep breath and brought his attention back to the offered tea.

The Hare upon realization that Dormouse was in the seat next Alfred, had let out a loud huff and grabbed the mouse by the scruff and casually threw him a few chairs over.

"Hey what's the big idea, aru?" Dormouse said rubbing his sore neck.

"Unpleasant isn't it to have a mouse at the table?" The Hare said smugly, resting his head on his hands and gazing romantically at Alfred. The American gulped down the tea he was drinking and set the cup softly on the plate.

"Mice aren't a bother at the table, they are relatively quite creatures. Same cant be said for Hares such as yourself." He said smartly. The hare was wide-eyed and red in the face.

The soldier heard the White Rabbit chock on his drink, "Enough talking, eh? Lets get back to business."

"Yes, although I do like seeing the Hare get put back in his place so strongly." The Hatter smiled.

The Hare huffed indifferently and took appeal to the food in front of him. It was quiet for a few awkward moments.

"Tell me Alfred, how much do you know of the prophecy?" The Hatter asked as if discussing the weather.

"Um…well not too much. Something about stopping some bad guys and saving the world? Or something?" he smiled lamely. The Hatter starred at him apathetically and slowly turned his attention the Rabbit.

"Do you mean to tell me you've dragged this poor boy, excuse me, our champion, into the forest to be seen by those traitorous Tweedle brothers, to be chased by an enraged knave sent by the Red King, and then harassed by a Hare? Is that what has been presented before me?" The Hatter grew livid by the second.

The Rabbit was shaking and searched frantically for his handkerchief in his breast pocket to wipe away the sweat. "Oh! My upmost apologies Hatter! I didn't mean for such a upheaval of events to happen! You see, time was of the essence and-"

"Silence! You and that damned clock. I have half a mind to smash it to pieces. It's caused nothing but trouble. It would seem as if you all need a lesson in hospitality and tea party ethics." The Rabbit said nothing and took comfort in his polar bear charm.

"Alfred you must simply try my mille-feuille. I'm offended you've haven't tried it already." The Hare said indifferent to the previous conversation.

"Ah, silly me I made this tea too bland, Alfred be a dear and pass me the sugar, please?" Hatter said.

This was getting too crazy too fast. Alfred shook it off and passed the madman his sugar cubes.

"Just a cube will do you. You see, tea isn't made to be overly sweet." Hatter said matter-of-factly.

'Say that to the southern United States.' He thought.

Then the American heard the Hatter let out a tired sigh as he set down his teacup, "It appears we have company. Alfred be a dear and drink this potion will you? You'll be small enough to fit in the sugar bowl."

"What! Who's coming?"

"The Knave. Now hurry, as Rabbit would say, time is of the essence."

As if on cue, he heard the Knaves thunderous horse and quickly grabbed the potion from the Hatters gloved hand, and without hesitation gulped it down. He felt the change almost instantaneously and saw the world get a lot bigger. The Hatter picked him up with gentle hands and opened the lid to sugar bowl gracefully.

"Now, don't let outa single peep until she's gone yes? Good."

The lid closed and Alfred found himself peeping out of the bowls tiny opening.