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"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah," he was falling down the hole; before he could even realize it he was engulfed in the darkness. He waved his hands around wildly, trying to find a stone ledge or a root to grab onto and hopefully save his life. His fingers brushed against a chain and he just barely grabbed it in time. There was a quick click and then a snap as the chain gave way, from his weight. The whole cave, suddenly was flooded with light and when Alfred looked up to what he grabbed he realized it was a chain from an antique lamp.
Now with light, he could see his surroundings; he noticed quite a few abnormalities. For one there was furniture lining the walls and floating about the never ending rabbit hole. There were clocks spinning backwards, at an alarming rate; there were cabinets and cupboards that hung about; and chairs of varying wood works and styles. There even seemed to be a wood burning stove and oven every so often.
The strangest thing though, was that it seemed as if he would never reach the bottom. He just kept falling and falling; never reaching the bottom and the clocks were no help in telling him how long he had fallen for. Eventually he had been falling for so long his stomach started to vocalize its discontent. With a groan he started to look around and opened one of the cupboards to find something to eat. Luckily the cupboards were not bare and he was able to find some jam and bread to satisfy his disgruntled stomach.
"Not a pizza but at least it's something," he sighed and grabbed a clock. "I wish I knew what time it was," he was very much regretting leaving his phone in Kiku's room. His face twisted in worry, "Where are you man? Did you fall down this hole too?" He let go of the clock and huffed, "well as long as I'm down here I'll look for you… and a way out. That is, if I ever reach the bottom…"
He looked down once more, only for his eyes to bulge out of his head in fear. A white and black checkered floor was coming right at him… or him to it… or- who cared he was going to die. He was too young to die. He never even had his first kiss, or went to prom, or had his first legal beer, or voted, or- god he shouldn't have done all that homework. What was the point of it when he was going to die anyway?
He closed his eyes and waited for impact… and waited… and waited. Slowly he opened one eyelid then opened the other in confusion. He was floating five inches from the floor.
"What the-" BAM! He dropped nose first into a white tile. "Mother fucker," he moaned into his hands as he held his aching nose. "That really freaking hurt, God damn it!"
"I say, watch that filthy mouth," a stern voice scolded. Alfred sat up and looked around but couldn't find anything. All there was in the room, was a glass table. On the salmon color pinstriped walls, were painted portraits (of varying shaped frames and sizes) and long red curtains with gold tassels that hung on the curved walls.
"Um… Hello? Anyone here?" He asked as he spun in a circle. Could he have imagined that?
"Yes and I did not appreciate, that foul language," the displeased voice huffed.
Alfred jumped again and started to shake. He really did hear something and there was no one there…
"G-G-GHOST!" he screamed and ran to a wall so his back was not exposed to an attack.
"Pish posh! I am no floating disembodied creature," the voice sounded offended. The voice also sounded closer. Almost like it was coming from between the blondes legs.
Alfred looked down, "huh?" His legs were shaking terribly but there was nothing there. Slowly he stepped away from the curtains wall and looked at it. "If you're not a ghost, than where are you?"
He waited for a reply and when it did, it sounded quite annoyed, "Behind the curtain you obnoxious fool."
As the being spoke the curtain towards the floor fluttered and moved with each word and huff. He slowly knelt down and with a shaking hand he moved the curtain to the side.
He blinked… "A door?" There was no one there just a small wooden door barely taller than his knee. Was someone scolding him from the other side? He knock on the wood and asked, "Are you on the other side off this thing?"
"Ouch! No you moron! Now stop knocking! That hurts and is quite rude! Did your mother not teach you manners?" and to Alfred's surprise the keyhole moved and eyes above the knob opened. That was when Alfred screamed.
"WHAT THE FUCK!" he fell backwards and scooted as far back as he could in just a few seconds.
"Well just when I thought you couldn't get any ruder and louder you prove me wrong," the… door sneered at him… a door actually sneer and insulted him.
"Well sorry, doors where I come from don't usually talk," he yelled. What the hell was in that cake, that was now making him talk to a door?
"Then you must come from a strange place. Many doors I know, talk. Why my great uncle George, he's made of an oak, never stops talking. He always goes on about how no man or beast could ever break him down," the door went on talking like it was no big deal and Alfred just sat there. The fear and shock had worn off but he was still greatly disturbed, by this new turn of events. There was indeed a talking door in front of him.
He had to be dreaming… To test his hypothesis, he slowly, without taking his eyes off the door, pinched himself, "ouch!"
"What? Now why would you pinch yourself, lad?" the door stop talking about his great uncle George to question Alfred on his strange behavior.
"I'm not dream…"
"Of course not, you're as wide awake as a daisy in the sun," the door huffed. "Now why are you here anyway; first that White Rabbit and now you?"
"Wait you saw a rabbit come by? Which way did it go how'd it get out of here?" Alfred looked at the door. That rabbit was the thing that led him to this place, maybe it could lead him back and hopefully on the way he could find Kiku.
"Oh the White Rabbit? Yes I saw him he went right through me. Why do you ask?" the door looked puzzled.
"Damn, how do I get through you, I am way bigger than that thing?" he ignored the doors other inquiry as his mind was already trying to formulate an idea to get through the door.
The door merely rolled his eyes, not too happy his question was ignored. "Maybe you could find something to help you, on that table over there."
Alfred looked up from his pondering and then to the glass table in the center of the room. On the table, that he could have sworn had nothing on it before, was a vial. He stood up and walked over to the table. There was a tag on it, which read "drink me". He bit his lip, the last time he consumed something strange, all this weirdness happened. Still he was at a loss of what else to do and so took out the cork and downed the liquid. It tasted amazing, like, cherry tarts, custard, pine-apple, roast turkey, toffee, and hot buttered toast*. He licked his lips to get every pit of the tasty drink.
"Man they should make a soda outta th-" suddenly he felt strange and then like he was falling, the next thing that he knew was that the table was taller than him and he was only a foot tall. He looked around and then at the door. He was now the perfect height to go through but when he went to turn the doors knob (nose?)… It wouldn't budge."
"What the hell man?"
"It seems I am locked. I am sure though that an intelligent fellow like yourself, grabbed the key, right?" the dumb doors voice dripped with sarcasm. Alfred really was started to hate this door.
"What do you mean key? There was no key on the table," he turned and looked up and low and behold there on the table sat a little gold key. "You have got to be kidding me!" he yelled grabbing his hair in frustration. He was going to turn to the door and yell at it for not mentioning it was locked, when he saw a plate by the glass legs of the table. He walked up to it and found that it was some more cake though it was a lot simpler than the cake he ate at the house, next to it there was a piece of paper that read 'eat me'. With a sigh he stuffed the slice in his mouth and then waited… and waited, "What the hell, nothing's hap-" suddenly he sprung up and grew till he thought he couldn't grow anymore. His head was almost out of the room and back up in the rabbit hole.
"Mummmhmm," Alfred looked down and saw his knee was right up against the door and from the muffled screaming the door was not happy. The table was also pushed against the wall and he was surprised it did not break.
"Hold on, hold on," he called down to the door as he reached to the table. He was too tall and his arm couldn't reach. He tried to lean down a little but the room was too cramped. "Damn it, come on!" he grunted as he shifted his leg other up against the wall; it was painful but finally gave him the angle needed to stretch down. He was able to pinch the key between his index and middle finger and put it in his pocket. Getting the other vial of the shrinking potion was trickier though. He had to be careful not to spill it and he almost pushed it off the table twice. He finally he had it and slowly brought it to his lips. The taste slipped down his tongue and throat and he felt the familiar falling feeling, as the floor rushed towards him.
"Well I must say that hurt. Your knee was right against my knob," he looked towards the door who was jiggling the brass object, like one would if they were punched square in the nose.
"Well it's not like the cake came with directions on how much to eat," he grumbled walking to the door with the key in hand.
"Well a little advice. Next time take small bites instead of scarfing it down like an animal. Really, you are a human being not a snake, next time you might choke," the door scuffed as it opened its keyhole and waited for the key.
"Yeah, yeah. I don't need a lecture from a door. It's not like you're my mom," he put the key into the doors… mouth? He then hesitantly turned the key and heard a click. With a smile he turned the knob and opened the door. Behind it was a vast world of grass taller than him and flowers waved in the breeze. The sun above was bright and birds chirped a pleasant tune.
"What no goodbye?" he closed the door a little to see the door had spoken around the key.
"Oh well, I thought you'd wanna be as far away from me as soon as possible." The door merely rolled its eyes at his snarky remark.
"Well as much of a nuisance that you are… you were quite entertaining," it smiled a little. "Take the key, lad, it may be useful later on."
Alfred took it and grinned, "Thanks man, I'll see you around sometime." He stepped through the door's threshold, about to leave and find that rabbit but stopped when the door said one more thing.
"Alfred, be careful. Wonderland isn't how it used to be," he turned around right when the door closed. What did the door mean, "Not the same"?
Super sorry for the late update and slow chapter. I promise it'll pick up in the next chapter. Honestly I would not expect to have quick updates . …sorry. I know I'm a lazy bum. Anyway exciting news Hetalia the World Twinkles airs July 3rd hope that info appeases ya'll. Also I didn't mention this last time but if you look on my profile I write notes on how the story is progressing, like how many words I have written and what not.
*Little "did you know" type thing. The potion Alice drank to shrink actually tasted like that in the book. Talk about something Willy Wonka would make huh?
Also I do not own Hetalia nor Alice in Wonderland. If I did Prussia would still be a country and America would have more air time and rusame or prusame would be canon. If I owned Alice in Wonderland the Duchess' baby would not have turned into a pig… poor baby…
Anyway Read and Review. Believe it or not it actually makes me want to write. And special thanks to PrirateIggyJones! Thanks for the review Q^Q. And thanks to the people who fav followed this story.