OMG I actually got reviews for the first chapter? Thanks so much! Uhuhu this chapter is longer than I expected actually~ Although that might just be cos of all ze talking ._. Hehe, all the things in other languages I translated using google translate so forgive me if it sounds odd :D Oh well, what's life without a few awkward sentences eh?

CLAIM: I do not own Hetalia, Alice in wonderland or any type Marvel comics~ But I do own my Oc and this plot!

Truth be told, I never really did care much for the Alice of Wonderland. Although I love the story, (Its like the most awesomely disturbing story ever!) I've always found Alice to be a bit of an idiot for getting herself into such ridiculous situations. Well, I guess I can't really talk can I? Huh. I guess curiosity really killed the cat. Or the name's cursed…Or or black holes just have something against Alices!... I hereby blame my parents for giving me that name.

"Are you sure she's not dead?"

"Juat knocked out da~ The bombs that I placed were not that powerful. I wouldn't waste good ammunition here da."

"Aiyah I told you that a civilian might get hurt if you did that!"

"Thinking about it, is she even a civilian? Isn't it a bit odd for a normal person to be wondering about the forest so close to our base?"

"AHA! So she's a spy?"

"How evil to use a belle-fille against us!"

"… The hair curl… Obviously Italian… This must have been Germany's idea."

"Then, should I make her silence more permanent da?"

"NOO!"

"Ah, ze demoiselle is awaking."

Ugh. Every part of me hurts… Well, that's a good sign I suppose. Means I'm still in one piece. As I pulled my heavy eyelids open, the first thing I see is a guy standing sideways. OMG is he spiderm- oh wait, I'm the one that's horizontal… The guy has blonde, long-ish hair for a guy, just brushing his shoulder in waves. He's dressed in some flashy purple outfit and acting like your stereotypical villain, swirling wine in a glass while smirking at me… Dude, that is NOT the most reassuring sight to find upon waking up. Where am I? The room seems just as fancy as the couch I'm lying on, probably a large room in some mansion.

Now that I'm getting coherent enough to look around properly, the room holds a bunch of guys, not just him. Some dude in a bomber jacket, a guy in a green military outfit, the Chinese dude from before in a qi pao and a tall guy dressed fully in white complete with a scarf. Does he not notice that its so ridiculously hot? Does he have like an air con built in there?

They must have carried me in when I got blown up… But wow, the entire lot of them are insanely handsome. Its like the plot from one of those trashy romance novels when you find that hot guys saved your life and you end up falling in love or something… Mom never lets me read the really juicy parts… OH OMIGOSH are they part of some rich lady's reverse harem? That'll explain the fancy house and need for protection and the weird getup... But mines are kinda excessive…

"So you're awake Italian. Haha, are you scared now that you've been caught by a hero?" The blonde bespectacled guy in the bomber jacket asked laughing loudly in an obvious American accent.

Scared? Hero? Italian? Pfft. By hero I hope he doesn't mean himself. That's ego dude. Even for me. "Hero? Where? I don't see one~ Anyway, I'm not Italian…" I said as calmly as I could with my mouth twitching into a slight smirk ruining my calm façade. The guy's face immediately dropped into an adorable pout.

Before the American guy could open his mouth again, the guy with bushy eyebrows in the green military outfit shoved him out of the way and spoke in a heavy British accent. "So you think it's a good idea to spy on the Allies huh?"

"I wasn't spying! I got… Lost…" I'd rather not tell this guy all the gory details of falling through holes. That might put me in a more difficult situation than I already am in... Besides, who'd wanna spy on a harem of hot guys? Oh okay riggghhhhtt….

"Hoho zat iz not ze best excuse when your Italian haircurl so obviously tells your nationality!"

I blushed furiously. He's picking on my hair now? Let me see him get thrown down a hole, run around in a forest and get blown up while still looking good. Now, my hair is black and slightly curly, coming down just past my shoulders. All except a single annoying strand of hair on the side of my head that's shorter than the rest. Because its shorter, the curl is more prominent and it sticks out. People, (including my parents those traitors), like to make fun of it a lot so I usually keep it down with some gel. What's so effing Italian about a freaking haircurl?

"I-It'll grow longer eventually! And I'm NOT some Italian spy. I'm Singaporean for heaven's sakes!" Well, that stunned them…

The five men stared at me, eyes wide at my proclamation of nationality. Isin't it obvious though? We ARE in Singapore. At least, I think we still are… While the man with bushy eyebrows widened his eyes slightly in recognition, the other five remained clueless.

"A good idea to pin your country as one so very far away. And exactly how then would you have arrived at our base in England? A spy would lie though wouldn't they?"

"I'M NOT A SPY!"

"That's exactly what a spy would say! Haha, you can't fool the hero!" Are these guys a little short of a full brain or something? They're not listening to me! Listen dammnit! They're completely ignoring me!

"What if we hold her captive aru? We might be able to lure the Axis Powers that way."

"Hohoho~ Good idea China! We can keep her in my room-OW!"

"You bloody frog, don't touch the hostage!"

Are these guys serious? They're actually going to hold me against my will? And all to 'lure' in some 'Axis Powers' WTH is that?

"You guys are insane. This isn't even funny anymore. Not that it was before but… Um you get my point. Who the hell are these Axis Powers and who are you guys?"

The caterpillar brows gave me an odd look before answering.

"That's so like Italy to send in an uninformed spy. I'm England, that's China, Russia America and France" the guy said, pointing at his comrades with a careless flick of his hand.

I stared. And stared some more. "You're named after the countries you're from? That's kinda sad."

"Nah dude, we're the human personifications of the countries!"

Well, that'll take some time to sink in. At least I know one thing now. I've been kidnapped by a bunch of delusional history freaks. How wonderful~

"What is your name? It is only fair to know that now da."

"… Alice." My throat felt a bit constricted as I tried to plan a desperate last minute attempt at an escape. I doubt even yelling is going to help me now though. Its five against one so fighting isn't gonna be an option either plus they're all beefy looking guys... Darn. Why is my common sense so pessimistic?

"Well, Miss Alice, I hope you enjoy your stay under the Allied Powers." The moment the caterpillar brows said that, I felt a hand chop the back of my neck karate style. Ahh darkness, how fare thee old friend~?