disclaimer: APH does not belong to me.

I'm so sorry if I haven't been updating. I got sick and well bed ridden and my mom forbade me to use the computer, insisting that I needed rest. I'm so sorry.

"So wait. You loved Jeanne while you were with Alice the second time?" Mathew asked Francis. France nodded.

"I'm surprise she even gave you a second chance" America said. France looked at him.

"What is that suppose to mean?" France said smiling. " I was surprise myself…and I thought that I had learn from the first time too" At this France began to walk through the maze.

"The spell…..what the hell does the spell do?" Gilbert.

" it.." Britannia started, interrupting Rome. "It forces the caster to sleep…"She said.

" Now why the hell does Alice need that?" Gilbert asked. Then he let out a gasp as he remembered something. "Is it because she hasn't been able to sleep lately?" he whispered so that Peter and Kaoru wouldn't hear. Rome nodded.

" It's not only that…Alice's dreams wakes her up…If she doesn't want to see it, She wakes up" Rome said.

" She forces herself to stay in the dream…to try and get use to it" Germania said.

"Get use to it?" Gilbert asked the elder three. Britannia looked up to her sleeping daughter.

" Name me one time when Alice was really happy" She said.

"Well she's been happy in a lot of times….they just have the tendency to end in a bad way….oh" Gilbert said.

"Not only that, but Alice is forcing herself to go through these nightmares to get the 'rest' she needs" Britannia said, suddenly Alice screamed in pain.

As Alice ran from Scotland and France, she tripped on something. Suddenly Scotland grabbed her and pulled her up eye level to him. England braced herself, the injuries from France wasn't completely healed, but she was a nation, she could handle it. She saw Scotland giving France a signal to go away, which he did so willingly. As soon as he did, Scotland dragged the flailing Alice away from the battle field. He then threw her to the ground, he took his sword out and put it underneath her chin.

"If you even try to run away, I will kill you" he said.

"What's stopping you?" Alice exclaimed. 'go ahead! Kill me! I'll be with mom atleast!' she thought. Scotland looked at her skeptically.

"Either you're suicidal…or you tempting me" he said. Alice looked at him. "Listen Albion"

" England" She corrected. Scotland glared at her, he then put more pressure onto the sword he held, making Alice bleed.

"I. don't. care. What your name is" he said. Alice looked at him. "All I care is why did you kill the woman that Francis loved?" Alice looked at Scotland.

"I didn't kill her" she said. Scotland looked at her.

"So she says" he said. "Listen we all know that the English people burned her and-"

" ENGLISH PEOPLE ISN'T ME THOUGH!" Alice exclaimed. Scotland starred at her.

" You are 'England'" he stated. "You're people are 'English'..so therefore… you are your people" Scotland said. Alice looked at him. "They did the deed…so that means technically you did kill her" Scotland said.

"so you're saying that I'd be better off dead?" Alice asked. Scotland looked at her.

"Alice…keeping the girl alive doesn't mean that you were going to die" Alice scoffed and laughed.

" Says the man who helped relieved Orleans" she said. Scotland looked at her.

"Listen, she was a nice girl, innocent per se and you just killed her off-"

" If I didn't kill her, I would've died!" she yelled, Alice then formed a fist with her hands. " She had many victories for France. The fact that I had attacked France meant that you would invade England, after all it is part of the Auld Alliance isn't it?" she asked. Scotland glared at her. " If she lived…She could've aided you… and kill me.." Alice said. Scotland looked at her. Alice let out a laugh. "Maybe I should've let her live, So I could die…" she said. Scotland looked at her.

"If I die…France's troubles would go away….and yours too….maybe I should've let Jeanne live…..so France can be happy…" Alice said. She felt Scotland's sword leave her throat. She looked up at him.

" If you die huh? See if I care" Scotland said walking away. At this, England's eyes widened. She hugged herself trying to keep herself together. Did her own brother just said that?

"Did you even care about me?" She asked as Scotland walked away. Scotland stopped and looked at her.

"You made problems for me. You made my ally cry…for all I know you can take over Wales. You're weak and always had to protect you, then you grew up. You killed a very innocent girl who was lead by a 'divine guide'. You. Tell. Me." he said, he then turned around and walked away. Alice looked after him, awestruck by what he said.

"Please don't think like that!" Britannia exclaimed to her daughter. She broke free from Germania and ran to her daughter. Hong Kong and Sealand watched in confusion. Prussia looked at her.

"Can you see what she's dreaming of?" Prussia asked. Britannia nodded. Tears ran down her cheeks as she saw the images her daughter forced herself to see.

"Scotland loves you! You know he does!" She exclaimed, trying to 'talk' to her daughter.

"It's no use trying to talk to her Britannia" Germania said, hugging her from behind. "She can't hear you" he said. At this Britannia turned around to face him.

"And what! Just watch my daughter squirm in pain and just watch her dreams!"

"Actually…."Prussia said. "That would be helpful…" he said. Britannia turned around and faced him.

"What do you mean?"

"Well since you can see what Alice is dreaming….maybe you can tell us and maybe we can help her get over those horrible memories.." Prussia said. Britannia blinked and thought about it. She then looked at her daughter. She then sighed and nodded. She instructed Germania to get her a chair, she then sat on it and held her daughter's hand.

Alice sighed in anger. British America. A place she could feel safe and wanted in, but over the courses of time, it changed. She attained Canada, who had a rather quiet transition from being a French colony to an British Colony. But, the Seven Years War left a dent on her, and her slow healing rate signaled economic trouble. She sighed again as she got off her boat, the feeling of 'welcome' was gone. It was very much like the atmosphere at France's house during the Hundred Years War. Alice shook her head. No. this was not France's house, it can change for the better in her little colony. As she walk away from the boat she arrived in, she looked back and saw that the ship carrying tea had been invaded by Indians, and that the tea was dumped into the harbor. Alice let out a gasp, she ran towards the ship and saw the trespassers. They had pale white skin. Alice bit her jaw down, colonists. She muttered. She then stormed off to a tax collector's home.

She couldn't go to America's house anymore, it was too hostile and dangerous. It began to remind her about France, and how he hurt her. One of her visit, America threw a fit and flipped the table, which hit Alice, spilling all of the contents on her, (and atleast breaking her arm, but he didn't know, neither did Canada). Not only that, but he ignored Alice for most of the stay. Alice sighed. The tax collector's, whose name was John, house was okay, he had a room set up for Alice. She fell onto the bed and tried to sleep. One problem, she couldn't. She missed him. Her America. Her sanctuary turned hell. Alice let out a painful groan as the wind hit her left abdomen, the wound opened again. Couldn't Alfred just know why she was taxing him, it's pretty out there. She tried to sleep.

When Alice woke up, she dressed up, trimmed her hair (to make her look like a boy when she tied it up) and walked out of the room. She looked around and found the family in the dining room, having some breakfast. Alice told them her plan for the day and made her way to the door. As soon as she exited the house, pairs of hand grabbed her arms.

"look! A government official!" one colonist exclaimed.

"Let me go!" Alice exclaimed, squirming.

"You sound like a girl lad" one said. 'that's because I am on you insufferable gits' Alice thought, but she couldn't say anything as they dragged her to a crowd away from the house. The owner of the house then ran out of the house and saw the commotion.

"Please stop! She's just a-"

"Ah 'she'!" one of the men exclaimed. "The parliament, let a female be part of it?" one asked.

"no!" the tax collector said. "she's-" Alice knew that if the tax collector said anything else, he would be the one tarred and feathered.

" I'm a daughter of one of the men in the House of Commons" she said flatly, telling John to go back inside his house with her eyes. John nodded unwillingly and walked to his house, she could see it in his eyes. Fear and worry.

France lead America and Canada out of the maze. "After the Seven Years war, England was in major debt. Economic crisis happened left and right, and she was already taxing her people for everything, and her colonies too..the one loosely taxed was you Amerique." France said. At this America stiffened. He looked at Francis. "That's why she began to tax you, hoping you would understand…but I could see that It was a fail" France said as he opened the doors leading them to Russia's house. He then walked towards where Alice was residing.

"But then it wasn't only you who hurt Alice during the American Revolution"

"?" America asked, but then his questioned was ignored when they heard a scream in the hallway. All three hurried to where Alice was residing in. They opened the door and heard a scream.

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historical notes:

1. Being Tarred and Feathered is a punishment/ torture back in the day. It can be applied to both sexes and can cause huge damage to the skin. You're basically screwed if you were tarred and feathered back in the day. If you flee while you are tarred (and sometimes feathered) you will most likely not receive any help as the towns people will see your punishment, like shunning. It's also hard to get the tar off. To get the tar off means peeling it away, and when the tar is peeled away, the skin goes with it. (If you read The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, you'd remember that the 'Duke' and the 'King' had been tarred and possibly died).

2. Many tax collectors in Pre-Revolutionary War America (after the Tea Act was passed) many began to Tax collectors/ Commisioners were tarred and feathered, and after that, the colonist would make them drink tea (sometimes).