Aww, you guys are all so worried about Alfred!
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.
The princess met her prince at last...
When Alice awoke, Alfred was not at her side. She was not in her tower. In fact, she had no idea where she was. Her golden dress had splotches of red as did her hair. Her skin had extra spots along with her freckles that were scarlet.
There was a man sitting in a chair next to her. She didn't notice him at first. He was not as tall as Alfred and much more, fancy? She supposed that was the right adjective.
He had blond hair a shade lighter than her own. It was wavy and long, tied back in a loose ponytail. Perfect in every way, but for some reason she hated it. He had blue eyes, too. Not the sky blue that Alfred had. Not the ones she got lost in. More like cornflower blue eyes. Watchful, interested, Alice didn't like those either. He had stubble on his chin, too. He was dressed in nice clothes. Clothes of a noble or prince or whatever he was.
"Ah! You're awake!" He cried in an odd accent, unlike hers or Alfred's.
"Who are you?" She asked, not caring about any formalities she had
been taught. Alice sat up, quite ready to distance herself as far away as she could from this man.
"My name is Prince Francis Bonnefoy, "He took her hand against her will,"and you must the beautiful Princess Alice Kirkland," He kissed her hand, Alice pulled away,"I have rescued you from that miserable tower and horrific dragon." He introduced.
Francis. Now she had a nasty name for a nasty face.
"Where is he?" The princess asked.
"Who?" Francis raised an eyebrow.
"Alfred." She returned, searching his expression.
"Who?" He frowned. Obviously she was not the kind of princess he was expecting. Good. She didn't want to be anything for this man.
"My dragon." Alice hissed.
He looked puzzled,"I believe you are mistaken. That dragon was keeping you prisoner. I rescued you."
Alice rolled her eyes. She stood up, not even looking at him anymore. The world became hazy for a moment as she stood. "You, in no way, rescued me. The curse said someone of worth and who loved me would kiss me and wake me. You, sir, are not of any worth. And I was awake before you arrived so you did not rescue me. Now, take me to my dragon, Francis." She commanded.
She tried to remember what had happened between the time after she had walked out with Alfred and now. No matter how hard she tried she couldn't place what had happened. And whose blood she was spotted in.
The prince watched her in confusion and interest. He didn't seem to be moving much to bring her anywhere. He in fact was not moving anything but his eyes across her. "You are quite feisty. I enjoy that in women." He purred. The princess blinked, then scowled.
"Take me to my dragon," Alice hissed, clinching her fists at his comment. She did not like him. The princess had already decided that much.
"Why do you care about the beast?" Francis frowned playfully and started to revolve around her. She tensed. Oh how she wished Alfred was here to protect her.
"I love him."
He snorted,"He's a dragon! How could you love a monster like that?" Francis neared her and caressed her cheek, he was not warm like Alfred was. "Wouldn't you rather a human to love? Like someone who has rescued you from a horrific creature."
Chills ran down her spine, she shoved away his hand. "Take me to him now, or I'll just go find him myself."
The prince sighed,"Perhaps it will give you ease to see his corpse."
Alice had started to follow him but stopped at the word corpse. "What?"
"Do you not realize whose blood that is?" Francis looked over his shoulder at her.
The princess looked down to her dress. She could almost see her forgotten memories. The blood was his.
She could see the golden dress become his golden scales. The blood splattering from his wounds. He couldn't be.
Tears began to fall, she looked back to Francis. He looked puzzled once again. "Here, I'll take you." He led her down a hall. She had no idea where she was. Alice couldn't focus on much of anything other than the fact that he couldn't be. It didn't seem like she was far from her tower, but she didn't know how long she had been out. She didn't know how long he had been- But he couldn't be.
Not Alfred. Not the only person who still loved her. Not him. With his warm sky eyes and his golden hair. Not because of her. She couldn't have killed another. Not her dragon. Not him.
They walked in silence, Alice was trying to keep her tears from overcoming her. She wasn't doing a good job. Her vision was becoming very unclear when Francis said,"He's in here. I'll leave you alone I guess."
It was a simple room. Tall ceiling and walls that were a maroon shade of red. Curtains hid the rest of the world away, making the room seem closed away. Almost making her feel trapped. He was there. Lying in the center of the empty floor, not moving.
"Al- Alfred?" She whisper barely. She almost didn't want to know if he would respond. If she didn't know then she'd never have to accept his death. She wouldn't. She couldn't. Not him.
There was a flinch. Slight and painful, but it was his. Alice ran to him and he was human once again.
There was blood all over his torso, she would have never known his shirt had been white if she hadn't seen it this morning. Tears started falling once again. He was breathing barely, she didn't even know it was there until she searched for it. "Alfred!" She fumbled toward his wounds. A simple stab wound had been hard enough for her, how could she hand this?
"I'm going die." A hushed voice breathed. Alice looked back to his face. It was pained, he didn't look like himself anymore. His sky colored eyes flickered over her.
"No, you're not- You'll be fine." Alice returned fiercely. Really it was more for her, he couldn't die. She tried to stop some bleeding but it barely worked. "You'll be fine..."
"Alice."
"Shut it."
"Alice!" His exclamation was really just as hushed as the previous words. The princess looked to him anyway. "It's not worth it." Her fingers fell. She knew he was right.
"I love you." Tears were falling from those blue eyes that always captured her.
If those men had taken care of him, maybe. Maybe he wouldn't be dying now. But all they saw was a monster.
"I love you, too." She whispered back barely, but both heard the words clearly.
"Princess? I'm quite interes-" The prince froze. She guessed it was an unfamiliar scene. A princess crying over the bloody dying body of a man who hadn't been there before. Quite odd.
"Francis-"
"Medics!" He shouted down the hall. The prince knelt to Alfred,"Where in the world did he come from?" The man hissed under his breath. Alice held her dragon's bloody hand with her own.
She was struggling to breathe. She was struggling to see anything. She was struggling to find the words to respond to the prince. She was struggling to live. She couldn't live without her dragon after all.
The medics whisked him away quicker than she realized. Suddenly their hands were broken and she was sitting in that empty maroon room with her prince. Alice clinched the fabric of her dress, turning more of the golden cloth scarlet. Tears fell fast, creating wet spots in the gold and on the floor.
She suddenly stood. Alice ran down the halls, doubling back and running in confusion until she saw someone with blood on their clothes. They saw her and gestured to a door. It was tall and wooden. Simple designs carved in the doorframe.
It was funny how history repeats itself. Wars happen time and time again over the same stupid reasons. The winners are praised and the losers are ruined. Men are forgiven and women are forgotten. Princesses are trapped in their towers. Dragons are killed. Princes are the rescuers.
And she's left outside a door once again.
You guys know I couldn't kill him, I mean come on.
