Chap 10: Alice for One Day
The man … no, he wasn't a man.
The creature looked down at the small terrified girl at his feet. Terrified but not one bit backing away as she held her ground and hardened her wide, fearful yet determined, emerald gaze on the creature. She was young … then again, old enough to bear a child, maybe around … 15 years old? Such a small and weak thing. That small and weak thing had dared to summon him? HIM?
"A child?" The shadow creature huffed in some bored amusement at his own awkward and ridiculous situation. Him, summoned by some human girl?
"A child indeed." The girl nodded. But she wasn't talking about herself.
The shadow grew larger, bigger and more threatening as the creature hissed in warning. Insolence was not something he would tolerate from such a weak thing!
"Are you testing my patience, girl? Do you even understand your situation?"
"Do you?"
The creature silenced. Somehow, the way that child spoke was not the words of a child. Her eyes were not ones of innocent curiosity but those of tired wisdom. Her body may look young but the shadow could see scars of time and human struggle on her.
She is no child.
But was she ever one?
The creature tilted its head, red eyes seemingly trying to figure out the strange human that had enough foolishness and strength to drag him out of his sleep and request his services.
"Why is a raven like a writing desk?" He suddenly asked with a large toothy smirk far too large for his face.
The girl seemed to think for a minute before shrugging her shoulders and smiling back at the creature, all potential fear having left her eyes.
"Why is a writing desk like a raven?"
"Why?" The creature asked back in genuine curiosity.
The girl shrugged her shoulders once more, chuckling lightly.
"I haven't the faintest idea."
He smiled back bowing his head in respect. He understood that he had lost the game. And when one loses the game, one must bow his head to the winner.
That is the rule.
"My lady, may I be given my mistress's name?"
"I'm afraid I can't explain myself, Sir, because I am not myself, you see?"
Again another puzzle. The creature pondered on the girl's words, he noticed her knowing smirk and her teasing knowledgeable green eyes. She was no child.
"Tell me, Bunny, what is the purpose of your existence?" The girl spoke up once more.
"To serve my master." The creature shot his answer, yet had to notice the odd name his mistress had given him. Bunny … what an odd mistress indeed. To know so much about him when she hasn't yet seen him in his true form.
"Mine is to serve myself." She answered back in a conversational tone.
"I live to serve but let others die in my name. I die in hearts but live in memories. I walk the world like others walk inside their house. Who am I, Bunny, kindly tell me?" The girl spoke another riddle and yet, her voice sounded like an honest question.
As if she truly did not know the answer.
Who am I? What an odd question.
"You are my mistress." He answered again in a monotonous and automatic response. But he was honest in his words and truly meant them. There is no doubt in his mind anymore.
She nodded slowly, seemed a little disappointed but her grin rushed back to her cute face as she blew back a couple of golden strands of hair out of her face.
"I know Bunny. And the world doesn't need me anymore. Do you need me?"
"I do."
"Then stay by my side. And keep me sane."
"Keep you sane?"
"Yes. Or I might forget that I am dead."
"Are you dead?"
"Am I? What do you think, Bunny?"
"I don't think …" Bunny frowned but got interrupted by his new owner.
"Then you shouldn't talk." She smiled and motioned him to follow her through a large blue door.
He had never seen this door before. Nor did he understand its purpose or what it held. As he passed it, he noticed a crystal lock that his mistress clicked when shutting the door behind them.
"And now, I am alive." She spoke with a dry chuckle. There was no happiness in her voice.
"My lady …"
"Yes, Bunny?"
"Why have you requested my services? For what purpose?"
The girl tilted her head with a slight frown before laughing.
"What a silly question! To serve me, of course!"
"…"
"The door?" Alice asked, already noticing the curious red eyes darting to the blue door.
"I have never seen such a route. Where does it lead?"
"Where do you wish to go?"
"I don't know."
"Then it doesn't matter where it leads, does it?"
"… So long as it leads somewhere." The confused Bunny mumbled and was answered by the crystal laughter of the young girl as she walked deep into the castle, motioning her servant to follow.
"Oh, you're sure it will! So long as you walk long enough!"
The creature shrugged and dismissed the odd riddles of his new owner before following her.
He still didn't know her name.
Or who she was.
No.
He knew who she was: She was his mistress. And her name is irrelevant.
"Bunny? What is your name?"
"My name is what my mistress calls me."
"Then what is my name?"
"It does not matter."
"… No, it doesn't. Because my name is only an unheard whisper." She sighed before smiling lazily at the man …, no, he isn't a man. His neat white clothing contrasted with the hard stone environment of the manor.
"May I ask, Mistress?" the man in white asked.
"You may ask. Just do not expect a necessary answer."
"What whisper should I not hear of?"
"… You are a curious one, aren't you?"
"Demons often are, my little lady."
"I wasn't expecting one able to enjoy my games. I do get bored here and find nothing else to do."
She paused as if thinking of something far yet that had only occurred recently.
"The name that I went by yesterday was Arthur Kirkland. The name the world knew me as yesterday was England. Today, the world shall not remember my name. Tomorrow it might remember … and it might not. But the whispers you shall only hear of today are: Alice Kirkland and the Land of Albion."
"Dude … no way."
The gathered nations stared in shock at … uh … England? Scotland grunted darkly. To think they had managed to keep this a secret and suddenly they all just turn up?! Just bloody great! All because of that bloody American who decided on this improvised world meeting! Damn! If only they could all forget about Alice! Maybe he should still erase their memories? The risk with that spell is that you might erase more than just that one single memory … the risk is you render the person amnesia! Oh, but that sounds fine! Perfect! That way we're sure they won't remember at single thing concerning Alice!
Said Alice smiled tiredly at the stunned expressions of her fellow nations. In the corner of her mind, she had hoped that one of them would have remembered her. But clearly, aside from Feliciano, all had long erased Albion and indeed Alice from their memories. Well, it would have been surprising otherwise since Alistair, Patrick and William all combined their powers to erase Albion's existence in history. It now only remains as a word, a lost name in a book, with no real ring to it or any meaning. Just a word. And not even that anymore.
"Albion … …" Came the soft questioning voice of Greece. He looked unusually alert and his eyes wide and awake watching the blonde girl with intense grey. He seemed puzzled and confused, like he was trying to remember. He would, wouldn't he? Alice shook her head, almost to incite him not to even try and remember. It would only hurt his head and was probably pointless.
"Veee! Alicia … Albion is … Inghilterra?!" Feliciano shouted and stood up suddenly, staring eyes wide at Alice almost in disbelief.
Said Alice averted her eyes with a frown on her face. Why was it such a big deal? So she's a girl! Big deal! Get over it already! And Alfred is staring at her as if she had declared the beginning of WW3! Can't he stop gapping like an idiot? And that annoying frog is looking her down with his pervy smirk again! Oh, he is so going to regret laying eyes on her! Tch! And Antonio's expression is irritating! Why is he blushing, that idiot?! Same as China actually … Oh~! Maybe they figured it out?
"But Albion died!" Lovino almost yelled as he stood up just as suddenly as his brother. Looks like he got his memory back too. Strange.
Alice watched the disbelieving eyes of the Italians. This was … awkward. She never thought that one day, she'd have to explain herself to these two. Or anyone, for that matters.
Fate hates her. Definitely.
"Hold on! Dude … I mean dudette, how come nobody knew that you were a chick! Hell, how come I didn't know?!" Alfred growled. He looked offended for having been kept in the dark concerning this matter.
"I agree! Why didn't you tell Big Brother?! I could have bought you lovely clothes! Your figure is charming! I didn't get to see you grow up! What a miss!" France held his head in frustration and was soon interrupted by Alice's foot in his face. The eerie dark aura around the girl was enough to make every nation take a frightful step back. Her emerald eyes glared in a threatening glow and she cracked her knuckles with a large evil grin twisting her cute face into the mask of a demon.
"What was that about my clothes and my body, frog?" Her cold voice rang like a bell announcing the beginning of an execution.
England is bad enough.
Looks like Girl England is even worse! Female hormones can be scary …
"E-Eh! Mister … Ah, um, Miss England … please … calm down …" Shy Canada was back. Now that England was found (granted not the England he expected) he didn't feel as anxious as before and his invisible presence was back to normal. Meaning, he went unheard by everyone, especially the demonic girl. Scotland sighed. He knew that his brother's temper was even shorter when he got into his Female-Mode. But that was the least of his concerns. Right now, his problem was …
"Aly, what are you wearing?" His eyes looked over his sister's clothes with a judging glint.
The distraction had the benefit of sparing France's life and Alice turned a raised eyebrow at her brother. She looked down at her too-large T-shirt (man size) and her baggy jeans (man size as well) only held to her waist thanks to a belt. She looked back up and gazed into the identical emerald eyes of her sibling.
"What's wrong with my clothes?"
"They're for Arthur."
"Your point?"
"I didn't buy you a new dress just so that you leave it lying in a cupboard to catch dust over centuries."
"Really? Because I thought that was your daily occupation." Alice smirked at the irritated expression of Alistair.
"Relax, Al, I wore it the last time, didn't I? You should know by now that I don't make well with dresses."
"You're telling me! I had to sneak out her old under-garments otherwise she'd still be wearing those hideous plain 19th century stuff!" Fiona rolled her eyes.
Alice's face blushed bright red at the comment and her eyes darted murderously at her sister. Oh yeah! Now that she remembered, she's still mad at North concerning that matter!
"Not that talking about your clothes isn't a fascinating topic, Aly, but we were dealing with a prior matter." Ireland pointed at the rest of the confused nations.
"Yeah. They broke into your flat, you know." Wales chuckled and was glad to see his sister's face return to its murderous mode as a response.
"They broke into my flat?!" Alice whispered in contained anger. Her gaze narrowed on the intruding nations and the thoughts crossing her mind were too obvious not to make them nervous.
"England?" The shy voice squeaked.
All eyes turned to Peter.
"Peter! Didn't Auntie North tell you not to come down?" Alice sent a reproachful glance at her guilty-looking sister before turning a tired smile at her son.
"She did." Peter nodded, his face stoic and barely showing any concern at having interrupted Alice's 'murder session in progress'.
"Oi, Pete, be a good lad and go back to your room." Alistair growled with a scolding look that made the sailor boy flinch but he only took a step closer to his mother.
Locking his ocean blue eyes with hers, he still wasn't used to all this. This life-style. This family. This secret. But … he's not willing to give up his chance at having a mother yet. Sending an icy glare at the foreign nations, you'd almost mistake him for Sweden. A mini-England glaring like Sweden. Not a pleasant combination. But it only made Alice smile in amusement.
"What is it, love?" She whispered softly and picked up the boy in her arms. Nations tended to forget that England had many colonies and as such took care of many kids. And believe it or not, being a man never stopped him from being an excellent care-taker and parental figure.
Peter glanced hesitantly at the other nations before leaning to whisper in the woman's ear.
"Norway's on the phone."
"Eh? The phone rang?" Alice tilted her head. With all that had been going on, neither she nor her siblings had heard the ringing phone. Only little Peter. He nodded and continued to whisper.
"He said Scandinavia is … uh … 'coming to check on the brats of the isles'."
"HE FUCKING SAID WHAT?!" Scotland roared and in seconds, he had charged out the door, huffing like and enraged beast. Alice tsked before motioning at Wales to follow after their Scottish sibling. Ireland rolled his eyes and sighed heavily, massaging his temples like an old man who had lived and seen too much. North was face-palming, and sending irritated and accusing glares at the surplus of nations in their living room. Bunny refilled their teacups again. It had gone cold. Fifth time now.
"Thank you, child. Can you tell Norway that'll be with him in a minute? As soon as I'm done with another matter." Alice glanced sideways at her visitors then turned to her butler.
"Bunny. I need time." She ordered as if demanding tea to be shipped half-way across the globe to serve her 3 o'clock tea time.
"Certainly. How long?" The butler smirked and a few nations moved further away from him, noticing how his shadow had already started to grow and change into some freakish rabbit shape.
"Until I call." Alice answered and went back to take her seat and her freshly brewed tea (thanks bunny).
"As you wish." Red eyes flashed before the man and his moving shadow walked out of the room, leaving the door to vanish thus sealing everyone in a room of five walls. Yes, five. And no door. And … oh yeah a small lonely table with too many teacups on it in a room with too many nations.
"Now then … I'm guessing Alistair is not going to be back for a while. I'm just going to explain for those who might not yet be aware but we are currently suffering a Time-Paradox crisis here. It'd be nice not to have outsiders meddle in our business! Especially since one of you is most likely responsible for our current mess!" Alice's accusing tone snapped at the other nations.
"One of us … hold it! I don't understand! You're … Arturo?" Spain spoke up first.
"I thought we already covered that point! Yes, Tony, it's me! Arthur! Get over it! I get this every year so don't turn it into a miracle! Besides, weren't you the one to complain that you'd rather have a girlfriend instead of me?" Alice rolled her eyes and was irritated when Antonio moved to grab her by her shoulders. Peter hugged her tighter and moved his body in-between them, acting like a shield to his mother.
"I didn't …! I was …! I … … I love you!"
Alice blinked, unsure of what had brought that up and how she was supposed to react. Another strange thing was that … well, since when did Spain openly claimed his love for her like that? Even when they had been dating, to public eyes they had always seemed like enemies or rivals. This is weird.
"I'm sorry …?"
"Hands off."
Strangely enough, Ireland wasn't the one to speak those words of warning. Though he wished he had and was about to. But China beat him to it, glaring angry golden eyes at the tanned man. Now if Alice didn't know any better, she'd think Yao was doing it for her sake … … he was? Well, fuck. That sounds … unlike Yao in every way! Her dating China had been short and intense but always very … um … tensed. She and the Chinese were trading partners and Alice … well, Arthur, used to visit often Yao. And one thing led to another … they woke up in the same bed. Yao freaked out the first time but by the 5th time, he seemed to have adopted a platonic approach to things. He'd never openly speak his feelings and never mention their … uh … adventures? No matter how many times Arthur had tried to engage them into something more definite, China would evade the topic. It was strange and Arthur had fun but … again, it wasn't a very settled and reliable relationship. Not to say it wasn't serious! Yao was definitely serious about him … her … him … (pick whichever). He'd get jealous so easily and hated seeing her/him with Japan. Or anyone. Oh yeah, Spain got easily jealous too, thinking back. Uh. Why did she always pick the jealous type?
"Stay out of this, lemon face." The Spaniard spat and his grip on Alice tightened.
"Antonio …"
"Arthur, I want to know."
"Eh?"
Antonio turned a serious expression to a confused and awkward Alice/Arthur.
"How long has this been going on?"
"This …? You mean my switch? Oh, most of my life. Well, really since England was born." Alice shrugged like it was no big deal but her answer only confused Spain even further. He may not have the same memory as the Italians but he does remember the name Albion. Only in a distant corner of his mind … like a shadow … a child he used to see or even know … from roman times … so long ago.
"HOLD IT!" Alfred suddenly cried out and charged, pushing Spain out of the way as he scrutinised England's face. Alice frowned at his lack of manner and brutal behaviour.
"What now, Alfred?"
"… Dude … your eyebrows … shit! They're normal! Woah! That is so freaky!" Alfred poked at Alice's thin eyebrows. Said eyebrows twitched and Alfred was quickly acquainted with Arthur's Empire-Mode punch. Or in this case: Alice's Empire-Mode punch. Unsure which is worse. Wouldn't want to be Alfred.
As he slammed into the wall, feeling his body sink into the stone and created a deep mark in the wall thanks to the impact, Alfred felt his jaw almost dismantle itself and break. Damn! England sure can pack a punch when he wants to! This is the first time Alfred is on the receiving end of England's punches. It hurts. Like hell! He didn't have time to dwell on it than Alfred saw a dagger fly at him. America avoided the blade by just inches and looked as it cut deep into the wall behind him. He turned back to see a red flushed furious England glaring at him.
"YOU INSUFFERABLE WANKER! ARE MY EYEBROWS THE ONLY DAMN THING YOU CAN BLOODY THINK OF?!"
Higher pitched but still the same voice with the same angry tone and the same insults. Alfred grinned delightedly. Yep! That's England alright! Her strength is almost as freaky as his but Alfred didn't think much of it.
"Woah! Dude-ette! Damn, need to get used to that. Anyway, relax! I was just saying, you know! You look like totally weird without those eyebrows but you're actually super cute as a girl! Why did you change to be a boy! Girl totally suits you, you know!"
"What's wrong with me in my man form?" England rose from her seat and walked up threateningly towards the American, cracking her knuckles and glaring down.
"Nothing dude! I mean, dudette! You're totally awesome! It's just when you're a chic, you have the 'cute' bonus!"
"Uh uh … Do you want to see how cute I can be?" The blonde girl smiled sadistically and America almost regretted ever speaking. Ok, so this England chic seems to get pissed even quicker than the male England. Noted. Now please don't kill me! Damn … did he just sound like Italy?
"Alice, you're scaring the lad."
"Your point?" Alice asked as she shot a lifted eyebrow at her crimson haired brother. Alistair shrugged as he walked back into the room followed by William. He looked like he had calmed down.
"Just saying maybe you should calm down a tad."
"… Fine." She mumbled as she walked back her seat.
All the intruding nations realised that England didn't simply look like a girl, she acted like a girl. Her whole body had changed along with her hormones. Even if her personality is the same, some slight distinctions were noticeable. Well, first of, her temper got worse. Well, not exactly worse … more like different. She would react just as aggressively as a man and seemed to not appreciate being treated differently.
"Americano Bastardo! Arthur looks cute even with his eyebrows! His eyebrows are as lindo as the rest of him!" Spain hissed in anger at America. He was mad at having been pushed aside but also at the way Alfred had idly chatted with Arthur/Alice (well, look at it from Spain's point of view! Even if from Alice's point of view, Alfred was being a complete git).
"Dude, what's with you?" Alfred rolled his eyes as he massaged his jaw. Damn Alice could pack a punch. Where did that strength come from that tiny … cute … super cute body. Alfred shook his blushing face. He could not be having those kinds of thoughts! Especially about England! It was England! His old man! Woman … man … damn. He is not getting used to that.
"Exactly what I was thinking. What's with you, tomato airhead? Since when is Arthur any of your concern?!" China charged at Spain, royally ignoring America (who didn't appreciate it).
The two nations hissed at each other in a deadly glare lock.
"I don't care what this place is. I don't care why this whole thing makes no sense. And I don't even care whether Arthur is actually a girl or not! But I do mind the way you familiarise with my property." China muttered darkly.
"Your property? If I remember well, Arthur was Spanish property before he even met you!"
"And if I remember, he destroyed your armada and crushed your dreams of expansion. In fact, I remember you dumping him!"
"I didn't …!"
"Denial?"
"Who's talking? The man that blamed Arturo for his own opium addiction! Are you that desperate?"
Alice looked at the arguing males with surprise. Ok. Not exactly the situation she expected. She thought they'd ask how …
"… My mother is too good for any of you, anyways." Peter mumbled with an irritated frown.
Every eye in the room darted to the young micro-nation, China and Spain froze in the midst of their fight, America shot a curious and suspicious frown at the blonde boy by Alice's side, and Alice herself was staring at Peter as if he had two heads. Did he actually call her … his mother? This was the first time she ever heard the boy call her such. She believed that Peter was still considering Finland as his 'Mother'. A soft pink blush dusted her cheeks and she bit the inside of her cheek to avoid a giddy happy smile from spreading on her lips. She felt so … happy!
America never hated Sealand, far from it, but the words the boy just spoke irritated him for some reason. He also didn't like the sudden odd closeness between these two. Peter usually never wanted anything to do with England, and now, he was all over the man! Well, woman. You get the point!
"Hey,Sealand, that's not very nice you know! Plus you shouldn't lie like that! Calling England your mum and all, I mean yeah, you look alike but …"
"She is my mother. And you're overstepping your place." Sealand spoke coldly. He no longer was the innocent child they all knew. Somehow, the boy seemed to have grown into … well … shit, into one of those crazy Britons! He acted similar to Alice's brothers! Added to that the coldness of the Nordics in his behaviour. Alice patted his head gently and was about to tell him off but she got beaten to it by America, who was, might I add, furious at being talked down to by a kid and not even a nation!
"Oi! Who do you think you are?! Besides, you hate England! Since when do you act like family with him?"
"Because you're one to talk, Mister-I-want-independence?" the sailor boy rolled his eyes with a smirk. He had hit a cord and Alfred was on the verge of jumping and strangling the boy.
"So, little boy wants to play with the grown-ups?" Alfred's anger subsidised and his faced turned into a cold smirking mask. Canada watched with frightful eyes at his brother. The last time Alfred got this expression … well, have you heard of Iraq or Afghanistan?
"That's enough. You're all acting like children and frankly, I'm getting tired of this." Alice spoke before taking a sip of her tea. She never raised her voice but something in her tone silenced everyone (including China and Spain who had even resorted to violence).
The woman turned her attention to Alfred and chided him like one would a child. Alfred hated this but he took it without a complaint. Because England was the only one to have the right to chide him.
"America, Peter is not lying. He is indeed my son. And I mean it quite literally. I would appreciate if you didn't threaten my family, or so help me, I will make you regret the moment you decided to cut ties with this very family." Her tone sounded calm and composed yet it made Alfred nod reluctantly and shoot angry glares at a nearby wall, not daring to contradict her. She then turned to China and Spain, tilting her head and letting her emerald eyes hover over them, judging and analysing.
"Last time I checked. I beat both you to a pulp. So the next time I hear such absurdities as "property" I'll personally remind you of the beating. Am I clear?"
Neither of the nations answered, glaring both at Alice and each other. Alistair chuckled discreetly behind his sister. She never changed. She was still Arthur. Even with a gender switch, you could not forget who you are dealing with.
"How can he be your son? I thought he was Sweden and Finland's son?" Alfred snapped, still angry and like a rebellious child, he dared to tease Arthur/Alice's patience. This time, Wales had enough of it all. He stood up and glared at their audience of nations, narrowing his eyes on America.
"American Bastard. Do you know how humans are born?"
"Eh? Yeah, of course I know!" The sudden odd question confused Alfred who frowned while everyone else was slowly taking in the implications of William's words. Other nations seemed to have understood the hint and their expressions turned to pure amazement and shock as they stared at Alice and her child. Spain and China were especially shocked. Alice noticed. Oh. So they hadn't figured it out already? How disappointing …
"Well, nations are born the same way. How else do you think we came to exist? We didn't just pop out of nowhere! We may not necessarily know or remember our biological parents but we all have some! Alice is a nation able to give birth! Do I need to explain it again?" William growled as he watched Alfred's blushing understanding face. So the idiot got the point after all! Finally! All Wales wanted now was to get rid of those idiots so that they can deal with the Scandinavian bastard.
"But …! But …! I thought nations couldn't give birth!" Alfred squeaked in realisation and panic.
"Most can't. In our modern times, there aren't many girls to start with and among them, only a handful are able to give birth. In the past you had more female nations so it wasn't as uncommon as today to see them have children. But well, in the handful of nowadays, Alice is one of those nations." Scotland shrugged as he continued his brother's explanation.
They all took in the information pretty well … um, kind of like a bulldozer crashing through a house. Ok, so not so well. The small group of nations just couldn't believe that this beautiful lady was actually the grumpy England! No fucking way! And she actually gave birth?! That's so rare for nations! How can the British Isles have managed to keep such an important secret for so long?! And how many more secrets do they still hold?
"Veee … How does it work? Does it hurt? Giving birth?"
Yep! That question! Alice was waiting for someone to ask her that! She smiled at the Italian who blushed in consequence. Everyone in the room silenced at the disturbing question. All eager to hear its answer, yet scared at what it might be.
"Like hell. You have no idea how painful it is! Trust me, I love being a guy simply for that reason!"
"I don't believe you! How could nobody notice if you got pregnant?" Spain frowned, shifting his attention away from China and onto Alice.
"Well, Scotland, Wales and Ireland would deal with my work and North would take care of me. It's just nine months guys. You wouldn't notice since for us countries, months are like days. And actually until the fourth month, the pregnancy doesn't show, and I'm still fully capable of my job until the 8th month."
"… Is … Is Victoria also …?" Antonio's voice dropped to a disbelieving whisper. Yes, he had long noticed the physical and personality-wise resemblance of Gibraltar to both him and England. He had often questioned England concerning her existence and where Arthur had found her. But now … he was almost afraid to understand.
"Yes. She is. Leon too, before you ask." Alice shifted her eyes to China.
"But how did it happen?!" China yelled, getting more and more frustrated. He and Spain looked about to break into madness by that point, both huddling around Alice and their eyes seeking unbelievable answers.
"… You were there. I do hope you remember how sex works because if not, go and ask France!" Alice replied with irritation and a fierce blush on her face. She hated talking about it.
"That's not what I meant!" China blushed just as much as England while Antonio growled at them both. "Each time we … uh … did it, you were a man! A man cannot fall pregnant!"
"Yeah well, that's kind of tricky. You see, there's a week period prior to the day of my changing back into a woman where my hormones are already starting to change. My body adopts the same aptitudes as women's during that period. It's not a change that happens in one night! This is a permanent gender change! It takes time and it's fucking painful, I'll have you know! But anyway, this change happens because my seal weakens. And the weakening starts a week before the actual transformation and lasts a week after the transformation until it all gets back to normal, so during that time … I can get pregnant. Well, unless it coincides with my periods. Obviously during the time of the pregnancy, Scotland unlocks my seal so that I can spend those nine months as a woman and avoid harming the kid. But it doesn't happen often. Only if I'm not topping of course." Alice smirked, knowing full-well that rare are the times she wouldn't top (specifically for that reason actually).
China and Spain both felt their faces burn red and they glared angrily at her.
"Well, that explains why you'd refuse to bottom. I had to get you drunk for you to consent or …" Spain mumbled with an understanding nod.
"Are you implying that you forced yourself on my brother?!" Alistair roared and was about to pounce on Spain but Alice quickly interrupted their forthcoming fight.
"It's just that I don't know when exactly my transformation day will be. Even if it's once a year, it can happen at any time. It's quite irregular and unstable, I'll admit." Alice sighed.
"So, it's kind of like you having your periods!" France exclaimed with a large perverted grin before meeting England's fist in his face.
"Keep your unwanted comments to yourself, frog." She growled with an embarrassed blush. She then looked up at her three brothers.
"Now what?"
AN: ... Uh. This story is not really popular much. Should I stop? I don't know ... I kind of like it even if it makes no sense.