Back in our world...
"Everybody shut up!" Germany yelled. "Britain, where were you all this time? You're late for the fifth time this week."
England huffed and sat down in his seat embarrassed. "I already told you-"
Franced snorted. "We've had enough of your lies. Just admit that you were sleeping with someone."
England's face turned from an embarrassed flush to siren red in an instant. "Wha- THAT'S PREPOSTEROUS!"
America shrugged from the other side of the long table. "But not unlikely. I bet you $100 bucks he was trying to out drink someone and was hung over."
England's jaw dropped in disbelief. Not even America...
"I'll take you up on that." Everyone looked down the table at Russia who was smiling politely. "However," He continued. "I think that we should finish up this meeting, da?"
There were mumbles of agreement everywhere. But England's pride forced him to continue what was bound to end in a disaster. Naturally he turned on France who was always in the mood to argue with him until their voices gave out. "You know I'm not crazy, Frog!"
France laughed. "No comment."
"America!"
America sank back into his chair and hugged his soda to his chest. "No comment?"
England felt his face grow even hotter. "I was with my fairy friends out late okay! I missed my alarm!"
France snickered like a little school girl. "You have friends?"
Tears sprang into his eyes. "Of course!"
"Real friends, not imaginary."
"ASK NORWAY YOU BLOODY FROG!"
France leaned forward in his chair. "Norway's not here right now. Additionally, Denmark's seen Troll so he has proof. You, Angleterre, do not." His eyes grew soft. "Just accept that you were late and lets move on shall we? I can always pry later next time we have a drink together."
England's face fell. "Well it looks like I'm not going to get listened to here anyway so might as well leave." He turned on his heel and stormed out of the room leaving eight stunned countries behind him.
Italy tugged on Germany's sleeve.
"Yes, Italy?" He sighed.
"Is he going to come back?" He looked out the window and saw him heading into the forest rather then to his car. He gasped and ran to the window pressing his face right up to the glass. "Germany, there are still active mines in that forest! From WWI!"
America jumped up from the table. "We're by mines?! That's awesome! Wait..." The pieces of the puzzle finally came together in his head. "BRITAIN WENT IN THERE!" He grabbed his bomber jacket from the rack by the door. "Britain!" He yelled sprinting after him.
The other counties who weren't interested in the meeting (aka: all of them) ran after him.
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Deep in the forest:
England was no longer running, he was not America who could probably run till the end of the world. "Wankers." He said angrily shoving branches out of his face. "They think they are better then me. Needing proof. Idiots." He continued his rant not even noticing where he was going.
Bugs lazily hit his face and he angrily swiped them away. "Leave me the hell alone!" They refused however. Oh well, this was just what he would have to endure.
After what seemed like hours he came to a beautiful little pond and decided to stay there for a while and cool off. He leaned against the tree and closed his eyes. Hoping that his friends would sense his distress and come to cheer him up. He cracked open an eye.
There was a rustling sound off to his left. "Flying Mint Bunny is that you?" He asked cautiously.
The rustling stopped. And all was still. England debated moving to check it out when something jumped in front of him. "Please don't turn me in!" It cried gripping his shoulders roughly.
England shoved the thing off of him in surprise. It curled into a ball and started shaking. "Just kill me. Please, have mercy." It sounded male and surprisingly familiar. England was positive he had never meet this creature before especially since he was crying. None of his friends were this devastated.
After a few seconds it turned its hooded face towards him. Red eyes glowed in the darkness. "If you don't kill me, then I swear I will. Just hand it over." It tuned its eyes to the pistol at England's hip.
England covered it protectively. "There is no reason for anyone to do that. Tell me what's wrong. Actually, lets start with names. I'm Arthur, and you are?"
The creature slowly uncurled from his ball and into a sitting position, his back to the pond. "Gilbert." He said with a hint of pride. "Joker of Wonderland. A free spirit." His eyes seemed to glow an angrier crimson, like the fires of hell. "Or I used to be. Surely you know of the family of Hearts."
England was bewildered. He had never heard of anything like this. "No I don't know them. Whatever happened where you live, your'e safe here."
He stood, the sudden rush of air whipping the hood right off his head. "I'm not safe anywhere." It was at this moment that England got his first good look at this creature. It turned out that he was humanoid, but didn't look it because of his strange assortment of clothing. He was wearing colors brighter then any England had ever seen. His shirt was a blinding teal that was partially covered by a loose dark purple jacket with demon designs covering it. These designs were blood red exactly the same shade as his ruby eyes. His brown pants complimented the bright colors perfectly and just like with the designs on the jacket, the bright red, lace-up boots, matched his eyes extraordinarily well.
His other extremities also made England at lose for words. For once thing he had a tail. It was flickering around nervously seemingly without it's owners consent. And tiny horns popped up from his pure white nest of hair that stuck up in any direction it chooses. The eyes were the most unnerving part though. Never had England seen eyes so mischievous and angry. Probably not the best combo.
England frowned. "Is someone looking for you?"
Gilbert's eyes grew fearful. "Always. Ever since I ran. Do you mind telling me which part of Wonderland I am in?"
"You're not in Wonderland." England said soothingly. He didn't want this creature to panic and attack him. "You're on earth. In France to be exact."
Gilbert's face brightened instantly. "I-I'm not in Wonderland anymore?!"
"No, you're in France."
Gilbert ran a pale hand through his colorless hair and laughed. "I could stay here! I could- wait. Are there other people here in...France?"
"Of course!" England said. "They are around here somewhere."
The demonic creature gasped and backed away. "This is a trap. Flavio! He-he wouldn't. Not again."
"Wha-"
"Just stay away from me!" And with that England's new friend took off deeper into the forest.
"WAIT!" England cried. And ran after him.
"I'm late!" Yelled Gilbert.
England panted. "For what?!"
"I'm so, so, late." He shouted once more. "Flavio! They've found us. I know you can here me you insane overgrown house cat!"
England tried to keep up, but the creature ran like a rabbit. Hopping from foot to foot evading tree roots and devious thorns that England, no matter how hard he tried, seemed to endlessly run into.
Soon Gilbert was out of sight. England stopped, wheezing, totally winded. "Where the bloody hell did he run off to?" After he caught his breath, England started to walk around. "You've gotten me completely lost you trickster. Now how am I going to get back? And where in the name of the Queen did you go?! It's not like you just went down a rabbit hole and into you're universe."
He kicked a rock. "I guess I'll have to go back to those idiots." The rock landed past some bushes where an echoing sound could be heard. England totally forgot about his predicament and made his way over. He parted the bushes, his mouth opening in shock. There was light coming out of this rabbit(?) hole.
He picked up another rock and let it go listening for when it hit the bottom. It didn't.
"What the hell?" England said with a frown. He leaned over the hole and squinted. It was no use. He couldn't see anything at all.
He sat back and reached into his pocket pulling out his cell phone. Turning the brightness to the highest setting he once again leaned over and shined it into the void.
Nothing.
Damn.
"BRITAIN!"
England jumped dropping his phone into the mysterious hole. "Damn it America!" England said lunging for it and missing. England sighed and turned his head towards the sound. "I hope he never finds me, that bastard."
"Then jump."
England jumped again, heart pounding. "Gilbert! Don't scare me like that! I'm not as young as I look you know."
Gilbert shuffled a foot nervously. "I-I will go with you. I think my friend, Flavio, is in terrible danger. I need to save him. We are Wonderlands only hope."
England looked at the hole again. "Are you telling me that this is a portal between you're world...and mine?"
"That's exactly what I'm saying." He looked off into the distance. "But if you don't want to go, I totally understand."
"BRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIITAIN! WHERE'D YOU GO? DON'T YOU KNOW THERE ARE MINES IN THESE WOODS?! I KNOW COOL RIGHT?! IF YOU COME BACK WE CAN GET YOU SOME HELP. BRITAIN!"
England's heart sank. They think I'm insane. I don't belong here. I don't belong anywhere.
The next time he looked at Gilbert, there was a new glint in his eyes. "Take me with you. Anywhere is better then here."
Gilbert smiled with too much teeth and too little mirth. "You have no idea."
