Chapter 37: The Last Paradise

The scene was breathtaking with the shimmering blue ocean, the sugar white sand, and the palm trees dancing in the warm breeze. They all walked out of the warehouse and examined the area around them, questioning why a single warehouse was randomly on the beach in Seychelles. Feliciana, who was normally incredibly serious and acted the complete opposite of a normal Italian danced on the sand, her bare feet kicking the sand up as it hit against beach. Everyone watched her in awe; the sight of Feliciana being so happy was a little unnerving.

"Veeeeeee~~~~~~~~~~" She sighed out to the sky; her face had a smile plastered on it.

They all watched her as she danced though it was abruptly stopped when the sound of gun's being set went off all around them. They looked around and realized they were surrounded by men in black armor pointing guns towards them. Feliciana, who actually had a surprised face, instinctively got into a fighting stance but was relieved when François stepped up and smiled, waving her hand in the air like a model.

"Bonjour, is Monsieur Seychelles around?" She was calm and collected even though everyone around her was shaking out of fear and confusion.

"Put your hands where we can see them." One of them men shouted, his voice slightly muffled by the gas mask he had on.

Slowly François put her hands up, still completely calm. "You know, I'm sure Monsieur Seychelles won't be happy to hear that multiple of his allies are being held at gun point on his beach."

"State your name and business here." The man shouted.

"Hmmm, do you not recognize us? Very well then, I am the Republique Francaise, over there is Repubblica Italiana, there is the United States of America, and there in Mr. France's hands is United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland."

The guys were puzzled on why she used the official names of their countries when they realized that they weren't in their home anymore.

"That's impossible, they disappeared weeks ago."

"Hmmm, than who am I?" She joked even though there was a gun pointed at her.

"What's going on here?" Everyone turned around and saw a dark man with black hair walk down to them; he was wearing nothing but swimsuit trunks.

"Trespassers" the guard said in a serious tone.

"Huh, these aren't trespassers silly!" The dark man ran up to a beaten up François and grabbed her hands with happiness.

"I thought you all were gone!" the man who presumably was Seychelles seemed overly exasperated as he spoke.

"We were…It's a really long story." Amelia stepped up to him and smiled.

"You'll have to tell me all about it!" Seychelles said as he hugged Amelia.

"In time, but for now, Alice needs some medical attention." Feliciana pointed towards Alice and Seychelles nodded.

"Well it's a good thing you guys ended up here. Anywhere else and it would probably have been hell to do anything."

"Can someone please explain what the bloody hell is going on?" England shouted, getting everyone's attention at once.

François reached for England's arm and pulled him towards Seychelles. "This is Seychelles, though in your world he would probably be called Michele. Seychelles, this is England."

"Huh, but isn't she over there?" He pointed at the still unconscious Alice.

"It's a lot to explain." Amelia rubbed the back of her head awkwardly.

"Ya; like I said, for now we need to get Alice medical attention." Feliciana quickly directed everyone's attention towards the real matter at hand.

They all agreed and they went up to Seychelles home which was hidden in the thick forest. The house was a majestic bungalow with its windows all tinted different colors, the wood seemed to be a dark oak, and a waterfall fell down onto the roof and ended up in a pool at the bottom that steamed.

They all entered and Alice was quickly brought to a bed where a medic worked on her. The others waited in what was one of the most extravagant living rooms in the world, though nobody took much notice because their worries returned back to Alice's health (though they all needed some medical attention). As they waited, they explained everything to Seychelles from the portal at American base 12 to Monika to even their plane crash. When they were done explaining everything to Seychelles, his jaw had dropped down to his knees, totally speechless.

"So… those guys are…your doubles?!"

"Everyone except for Germany there" Feliciana muttered. "His double is back in their world."

"T-this is incredible!" Seychelles then jumped to his feet. "We need to tell the other allies about these portals!"

"No." Feliciana turned to him. "Not yet anyways. We need to keep this a secret until the portals can be perfected. If this knowledge falls into the enemy's hands, and I fear it already has, than complete chaos between both worlds will ensue."

"But can we at least tell everyone that you all are alive?! Everyone thinks you guys are dead."

The girl's exchanged looks then Amelia nodded. "Ya that's fine."

After she had said this, the doctor came through the door, his face mixed with worry and relief. Everyone turned to him and waited for Alice's report.

"Everything seems to be fine. I wrapped up the burns and I sewed up the cuts she had…though I'm sorry to say but her blindness is permanent. I honestly don't know what happened to cause this."

England guiltily shifted to the side, his face becoming hot and red.

After the doctor patched the rest of them up thoroughly, he left and they all went into Alice's room to check on their friend. When they entered through the door, Alice was still asleep but was looking much better. She had bandaging on her cheek and it looked like there was more down her arms but it wasn't visible since she had a blanket covering her. They all sat around her and they started to discuss what to do next.

"We're lucky to have ended up here; it's almost a miracle." Amelia told the others.

"Hmmm, how so?" France asked as he eyed Alice, making sure her breathing was still normal.

"This is the last place on earth that hasn't been affected by the war. I don't know how or why but the Daemons were never able to find this place." She answered back.

"Actually…" Seychelles muttered.

Everyone looked at him with disbelief. "What?" Feliciana asked worriedly.

Seychelles took a deep breath in. "A couple of those Daemons were able to make it onto our shores. We fought most of them off but some of them disappeared into the warehouse that we built for food storage…though it was never really used. When we searched for them, they had disappeared, though I know where they went now." He looked over at Alice who was still sleeping softly.

"So does that mean this place has been compromised?" François shivered.

"I'm not sure, but ever since then, security has gone up, and I'm not too happy about it." Seychelles put his head against his hand and blew out a sigh.

There was a silence then Amelia spoke up. "Do you think there's any way to get back to America?"

"You're always welcomed to take a boat, but why?"

"We need to get back to American base 12."

"…Should I ask?"

"No…"

"Fair enough, though I think you all should recover for a little while until becoming active again."

Feliciana took a minute then replied. "We'll go when Alice is ready; we can't waste any more time than we already have."

"Direct as always I see. Scary to think you were once a smiling, bumbling Italian girl." Seychelles joked.

Italy looked at Feliciana, totally surprised by Seychelles comment. For the past while that he had known Feliciana, she had been as hardcore as Germany. Never would he have thought that she was once a care-free girl, but he guessed that she was a direct example on how war can change a person.

"At least eat something. It must have been a while since you've had a meal." Seychelles directed them all out of Alice's room but France stayed behind stating that he would keep an eye on her.

As they left the room, France took a seat in the oak chair next to Alice's bed. He placed a hand on her head and felt if she was hot at all even though she wasn't down because of sickness. When he put his hand on her head it reminded him of the time England had gotten sick and he had taken care of him (with no help from America and his burger method -_-). She didn't feel hot so he moved his hand and sat back in his chair, though he continued to look at her sleeping face.

He moved a piece of hair out of her face and looked at it more closely, trying to get away from the fact that when she would wake up, she wouldn't be able to see his face. He remembered their night together on the Ferris wheel and the silly maid's outfit she had to wear. He then thought of the first time he saw her beaten up face when their explosion disrupted the allies' unproductive meeting; it almost seemed like forever ago. Then another thought struck him; what if this girl didn't wake up and the only thing he would ever be able to see of her was this face.

"Alice, heure de se réveiller (time to wake up)." France spoke softly into her ear, hoping she would wake up and that he could see her emerald eyes, even if they were clouded over.

She didn't move at all, so he placed a hand on her chest to check her breathing; his hand rose along with her chest. It was soothing to feel her hear beat, almost as if it were a drum beating. Although he didn't notice himself doing it, France's head slowly moved towards hers, each heart beat acted like another inch. It was only until he found himself inches away from her face that he snapped out of his mental movement. Her face was so peaceful; he just loved the way her cheeks reddened as she slept as if she was being embarrassed in a dream. Her face looked like it was just waiting for a kiss…it was unbearable. France slowly moved closer and closer until his lips lightly touched hers, the feeling of relief spread through him like a disease. He quickly shot his head back up and looked at her to make sure she was still asleep; to his relief she still slept on.

"You bastard." France turned around and saw England standing in the hallway.

"How long have you been standing there?!" France quickly got to his feet and took a step back, his legs hitting against the bed.

"How dare you defile Alice like that you pervert!" England took a step towards France, his hands balled up into fists.

"What do you mean defiling, it was only a kiss!" France took his stance and prepared to fight the angry country off.

"But it was without her permission!" England's eyes almost looked like they were turning a hellish red.

"And why do you care so much?" France sternly shouted back.

"It's just like you, you pervert!"

"Don't you think this is a bit of an overreaction?!"

"How the hell do you think I'm going to react?! Besides, I kissed her first and that means you can't take her from me!"

There was a silence, and then England covered his mouth, embarrassed by what he had said.

"A-angleterre?" France took a step forward as England took a step back.

"I didn't say anything. I'll just leave now." England scuffled back to the door but France grabbed his arm, keeping him from going any further.

"D-do you love Alice?"

There was another silence then England answered. "I don't love her like you think I do…it's…it's like a brother and sister thing, and we were both drunk…just stay away from her!" England pushed his arm away and turned back to the door; though this time he only stood there and wiped the tears away.

"Hmmm, well if that's the case than stay away from François." France said half-jokingly.

"What the bloody hell does that mean you frog?!"

"I've seen the way you look at her, and honestly I don't appreciate the way you look at ma soeur."

"I do not!"

"Do so."

"Bloody hell man!"

"Eh…" A sound was heard from behind and they both turned to see Alice sitting up, looking at the both of them blankly, her eyes still clouded.

"Alice?" France and England said simultaneously.

-Sorry about the stifled updates, I've been getting really busy lately and it's been hard keeping up (busy in the Summer...that sounds weird), but rest assured I'm staying with the story.

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