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Alice ran around her small Elizabethan house. Okay, it's not small, but she had so many halls closed off that it was half of it's size. She nearly tripped on her dress, fell on her face and could've ruined her hair for the night. That is, if her brother, Scotland didn't catch her.

"Be careful" he muttered. Alice looked up. She had to admit, Scotland looked handsome in a suit. Alice stood up and flattened any of the creases on her desk.

" I can't be careful right now!" she said. "guests will come any minute now! I have to make sure that this place is presentable-"

"Alice" Scotland said as he hugged her. " This place is presentable. It's clean, the florrs are sparkling, the food and tables are set up, the band is getting set up, you polished the damn chandelier and it's shining like the sun" Scotland said. Alice looked at him eyeing him. Scotland let out a chuckle.

"Why don't you, I don't know, worry about your image hm?" he asked. "Wales is getting the drinks, North is checking in the front, and Irene will kill for not wearing the red dress she bought for you. He said. Alice looked at her dress. It was strapless and it was fitting around Alice's curves, the bottom was very loose, just like a usual gown Alice wears when she dances.

"It was red" she muttered. Scotland chuckled. "You're going to have to stop from hating the color-" he at Alice, her eyes constantly looking through the doors, Scotland raised a brow and looked pass her shoulders. "Ali," he began. "Who are you waiting for?" he asked.

"The Queen and the Prime Minister" she said. "They told me that they would be overseeing the event" she said. Scotland then looked at her.

"Am I missing something here?" Scotland asked. England looked at him then shook her head.

"Nothing you should worry about." she said as she left his side when the Prime and Minister and Queen came into view.

Ireland tapped her foot in the music's rhythm…and in anger. "How could she!" she asked loudly. France, who was next to her jumped at the sudden outburst.

"L'Irlande" he began. "The ball your little sister prepared for us is rather grande and amazing non?" France asked. Ireland looked at him.

"Yes, she did a terrific job at getting ready…and I love the fact that the invitees participated by wearing ball room clothes" Ireland began. "BUT DOESN'T MEAN THAT SHE DOESN'T WEAR THAT GORGEOUS RED DRESS I BOUGHT HER!" she yelled. France looked at her shock.

"Wait…you mean that Alice has another dress..that sa… fit her better than the current one she is wearing?" he asked.

" Are you saying that the blue one is a horrible thing to look at? Because you know, I mad that for her as an apology" she said. Francis shook his head and raised his hands in a mock surrender.

"no, no." he cleared up. "I'm just surprised that she's looked absolutely beautiful in the blue dress..but to know that she has another dress that make her look more beautiful…she's wasting her beauty non?" he asked.

"YOU BET SHE IS!" Ireland yelled. Even though the girl was screaming, no one could hear but France. Most the nations were sitting on the chairs, resting their feet, chit-chatting, and some are eating. Ireland and France just happened to sit by each other. "I'm so disappointed at her! I wanted Spain to see what he's missing!" she said. France then looked at her. She then looked back and sighed. "Okay, I actually wanted you guys to see what you guys are missing" she said. France eyed her.

"This is rather weird for me to hear it from you L'Irlande" France began. "Do you not hate her?" he asked. Ireland raised a bow.

"Okay, who ever told you that I hate her is pretty dumb. We just don't get along, there's a difference" she said. "I really care for her, in fact all of us does, but we just can't get along" she cleared up. France nodded.

"I see" he said. The music then stopped and the couples on the floor bowed to each other and then clapped for the musicians. Alice made her way to Ireland.

"Irene!" she said. "C'mon! lets dance!" she said. " Scotland said that he's dance with you, I'd dance with Wales, and North will dance with Peter!" she mused. "c'mon Irene! It'll be fun!" she said. Ireland sighed and then stood up, waving good bye to France. As France watched Alice and her British Isle family dance.

"Yo What's up?" Gilbert asked. France looked up and smiled at him.

" What do you think about Alice's dress?" France asked. Gilbert turned around to look.

"Uh well the blue matches my suit, so I can't say that it isn't awesome…but I think that it would be better if she wore red" he said. "You know she was pretty cute in little red coat back in the 1700s" he said. France then stood up, he had a smirk on his face. "I have a plan" France said to Gilbert. "It'll need me, you and Antonio" France said. Prussia raised a brow.

"Okay.. Tell me the plan…" he said.

As soon as the music stopped, Alice took a step back from her partner, curtsied, and then clapped. America stared at her, god did he want to just steal her for the night. The blue dress suited her so well and well, Alice's hair was in bun, but the loose strand behind her ear were curled. The silver necklace dangled by her heart, and her earrings were shaped like a water droplet. America watched as France approached Alice, commenting her on her appearance. Suddenly, Sealand jumped to tackle France as France offered to carry him. Everything would've been fine…but the fact that France was holding a glass a wine…and when Peter jumped onto him, France fell back, the wine glass flew to the air, everyone on the dance floor stared at the gravity defying glass. The glass soon flipped, letting out it's contents, drenching Alice in a violet red color. The glass then fell right onto her head, then bounced off hitting the floor. Alfred watched as Alice clenched her fist, bit the bottom of her lip, stopped herself from kicking France, and well glared at him and Peter.

"Oh dear, what a mess" Ireland said as she rushed to her sister. She then looked at France. "Really? You should know better" she said. "dammit, it's red wine too…how are we going to get rid of this stain?" Ireland asked, holding the part of the dress that was soaked. Alice then looked at her elder sister.

"I have a spare dress…" she said. She then stepped on France's stomach with her heels. "Since I knew a certain frog will have the pleasures of spilling some wine" she said. Ireland smiled and pushed her sister off on the double doors leading to the foyer.

"Please excuse us!" she said.

"Hey Spain" Prussia said. The Spaniard turned around, "What is it Amigo?" he asked.

"The party Alice organized brings up memories doesn't it?" Prussia asked, leaning towards Spain. Spain looked forward and looked at Alice dancing with Wales. Spain smiled melancholically and nodded.

"Sure does Amigo" he said. He felt Gilbert lean on his shoulder. Spain was wearing a crimson red matador (torero) suit. Gilbert didn't mind the unusual garb, alice did request for them to wear their 'traditional' clothes..and well a matador outfit did fit Spain more than a tux would. "Look at Romano dancing with Belgium" Spain said as he watched. Prussia sighed. 'okay, this is all part of Francis' plan' he thought to himself.

"Say…don't you miss dancing with Alice?" he asked. Spain stiffened and looked at Prussia with questioning eyes.

"Wha-" before Spain could finish the sentence, there was a breaking sound from the dance floor. Spain and Prussia looked forward to see that Alice was drenched in red wine. He heir was ruined, and her dress was stained. "Francis, that cabron" Spain muttered.

Alice paced around her room. She was combing her hair. "I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT FROG!" she yelled. "I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT HE OFFERED PETER A PIGGY BACK RIDE WHEN HE HAD A GLASS OF WINE IN HIS HANDS!" she said. Ireland sighed as she emerged from the closet.

"Alice calm down, here wear this dress" she said bringing out the red dress she bought for Alice stared at it. She sighed and shed her bathrobe (as she had to take a quick shower to get red wine off of her. She undid the zipper of the dress, slipped it on and then got Ireland to help her to zip it up. Alice went to her closet and took out a pair of red shoes with intricate gold rims and design, then she looked through her dresser. As she did Ireland slipped out of the room.

"C'mon! why don't you apologize for France!" Prussia asked. Spain looked at him.

"N.O." Spain said. "Why should I apologize for him?" he asked. "Why can't you do it?" he asked. Prussia then grabbed the closest person, which would be Lili (Liechtenstein). "Because I just found my dance partner" he mused. Spain looked out at the dance floor, France was already walking with Taiwan for a dance. Spain sighed and nodded. "Just this one time Amigo" he said.

Spain knew this house all too well. It was one Alice's favorite. Spain exited the ball room quietly and walked to the foyer, he then took the central stair case, turned to his right and began to long quiet walk to Alice's room. As he neared the door, he saw Irene exit the room. Irene saw and smiled. "She's all dressed, you can enter the room if you want to" she said as she walked away. Spain opened the door and see Alice leaning forward the dresser. She was putting on red rose earring dangling from a small gold chain. She was wearing a red dress, the bottom was like a flamenco skirt, alternating the fabric with plain crimson red cloth to intricate red laces rimmed with gold. Spain looked at what lied on the dresser, crimson red lace gloves that had opened at the base of the thumb. The corsage had a fake black rose that had rims of gold. Alice then began to fix her when she had a heavy sigh. " dammit, it looks empty without a necklace.. I don't have any gold necklaces…why does this dress have to be strapless?" she asked. She then reached down for her shoes and began to put them on. She then sat on the chair in front of the dresser and took her small make up kit. Spain smiled softly as he watched Alice get ready. Her order of putting things on hasn't changed. Alice pouted as she looked at the emptiness of her neck. She then gasp when something cold hit it. At first Alice looked back, she saw a matador suit.

"Antonio" she whispered. "What are you doing here?" she asked.

"Apologizing for Francia" he said. Alice looked at the necklace Spain was putting on her.

"This necklace.." she said. "the chain is.."

" Yeah, you can see that the chain is from the one I previously gave you" he said clasping it together.

"The one that held the engagement-" before Alice could finish Spain placed something on her table. Alice looked and it appeared to be a rose with a diamond on it.

"I've always carried it around with me ever since the day you gave it back to Romano" Spain said. "I never lost it nor did I plan to give it to someone else" he said. He then hugged her from behind. "I respect your decision and I have moved on" Spain said. He closed his eyes and inhaled Alice's strawberry shampoo. Alice looked across the mirror and saw the necklace Spain put around her. It was a rose pendant, but it had a ruby stone in it.

"Ruby stands for passion" Spain said as he let her go. "I hope you know what it means for me to wear this everyday" he said as he left the room.

Alice stared at the ring on the dresser. It was her engagement ring. The ring in which she and Spain would've vowed to be together forever, no matter what the happened. The ring where they would make the red string of fate turn from a yarn to something that can't be cut from a scissor or anything that could break it. Alice then placed her hand over the rose pendant Spain just put on her. She could feel engraving behind it. She then looked at it, undid the clasp and turned the pendant around.

"My dearest Alice,

Doubt thou the stars are fire

Doubt that the sun doth move

Doubt truth to be a liar

But never doubt I love

-Hamlet Act II "

-Antonio

Alice bit the bottom of her lip. She looked up at the ceiling and held onto the pendant Spain just put around her neck. She then looked down and buried her head into her hands. She held onto the sobbing noise escaping her throat. "But how hath she received his love?" Alice mumbled as she held onto the rose pendant.

I love Shakespeare...yes I'm a Shakespeare nerd. _;; please leave a comment/review! thanks for reading!