Here it is! Finally...

And thank you, dear anon, about the grammar checking. I'll keep in mind that it is "caught" and not "catched". ...HOW THE HECK DID I MISS THAT. HOLY SHIT I'M SUCH AN IDIOT. ;A;

Sorry about the late update.. ;_; I was really trying to improve my writing-technique.. Like, describing places and etc. etc. ... I seriously fail hard at adjectives. Holy crap...

I'M SO SORRY ABOUT THE UTTERLY OBNOXIOUS, DETESTABLE, HORRIBLE TYPOS I MADE DURING THE 3RD AND 4TH CHAPTERS. I WAS TIRED, AND I DIDN'T CHECK THE SPELLING. OH, AND I WAS STUPID AND DIDN'T MAIL MY BETA-READER. (;A;) OMG I HOPE YOU GUYS FORGIVE ME.

Alright, enough depressing forewords!

Disclamier: I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTERS OR ANYTHING RELATED TO THEM.

Enjoy~

Because we had to walk through school to get outside, I was dressed as a guy. I had my girl-clothes in a bag. I also had my wig on, of course.

On our way there, we went to Liz's room and... yup. She really was sick. She was asleep, and her roommate, Michelle, helped her. She said that we could call her Chelles.

Chelles had dark skin and long, chocolate-brown hair tied up in two low pigtails with red ribbons. She was really nice and had a fresh aura around her. She said she was from Seychelles. "Seashells?" Alfred asked when he heard that. I hit him on his arm and gave him a glare. "Sorry about that." I said with my british accent. "We'll take our leave now." I smiled and dragged Alfred out of the room with me. "Ow! Okay, okay! I get it!" he said as I hit him on the head a few times while we walked to the arcade.

"...are you sure we're going the right way?" I said and gave Alfred an irritated glare. "...O-of course! The hero never gets lost!" he answered and laughed a nervous smile. We were somewhere in the city. We've been walking for a few hours already.

"...Alfred..." I hissed and grabbed his collar, making him bend down quite a lot. "Admit it. We're lost." I glared him in the eyes. He gulped. "W-well... It can't be helped! I never thought that it was that far away!" he shoved my hands away from his collar. "You git!" I felt really angry. "You-You...!" I snapped and hit him several times. "Ow! I'm sorry! I'll treat you dinner okay?" he pleaded. I stopped punching him when I heard the word 'dinner'. I was really hungry.

"...fine." I grumped and we started to look for a restaurant. We found one. 'Bon Appétit!' the restaurant was called. It was kinda cliché. The restaurant was french. I didn't expect Alfred to eat at a place like this. I thought he was going to take me to McDonald's or something.

"Hey, wanker, isn't this place kinda... Too fancy? I mean, you don't really have that much money, do you?" I asked him as the two of us walked inside the big restaurant. It reminded me of... someone.

"Well, since you don't like burgers and stuff, I guessed we could eat something other than that!" he grinned. I was surprised that he knew. "How did you know?" I asked him with a puzzled face. I never told him I didn't like junk-food, I think.

"Dude, it was obvious." he said as the waiter showed us our table. "Do you see the faces you make when you just see the food? And you barely finish your burgers anyway." he said and we sat down. Wow, to think that he noticed that. He's usually so dense.

"Well observed." I chukled. That's really nice of him. Even though he was the one who got us lost... The bare thought of it made me angry again.

I was in deep anger so I didn't notice when the chef asked us what we wanted to order. I just murmured "Anything's fine..." before I went back to my murderous thoughts.

"Uhh... Sorry, he's a bit..." Alfred gulped and looked over at me. "Don't mind him." he apologized and scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "We'll just take anything you've got." he smiled. I glared daggers at him.

"Okay. Would you like some wine?" the chef asked and smiled. "No thanks." Alfred said. "The food will be served in 15 minutes, then." the chef said and walked away.

I was still glaring deadly arrows at Alfred when the food arrived. The smell of the food made me realize how hungry I actually was. "..wow! This looks awesome!" Alfred said when he saw the food.

"This is a pot-au-feu, a very common dish in France." the chef said smiled. "Enjoy your meal." This time I actually saw the chef. (I wasn't buried in murdering thoughts anymore.)

The chef was skinny and had blond hair tied up in a tiny ponytail. He reminded me of someone...

I looked at the colourful bowl of vegetables and meat. It reminded me of a stew, but something was different. It had an extra touch to it, I guess.

I tasted it, and my eyes went wide. I picked up my bag and stood up. Alfred, who was just about to eat the food, stared at me with a frown. "What? You're still angry?" he sighed. "Look, I know I screwed up, but at least finish the food-" "That's not it." I interupted. "I just want to get out of here." I said and started to walk towards the exit. "Wait! Arthur, where're you going?" Alfred shouted. I bumped into someone on my way there.

"Where do you think you're going?" I heard the chef say. He held my wrist and didn't seem to want let go.

"Let go of me, frog!" I said and tried to punch the him in the stomach. He easily dodged every move and smirked. "Oh? You've gotten slower~" the frenchman teased. "Shut the hell up!" I cursed and tried to get free from his grip.

"Arthur! What's going on?" Alfred said. He was standing beside me now, staring at the chef. "Do you know him?" the american asked with a puzzled face.

"Hm, what have we got here? Your name is Arthur now? And why do you have that ridiculous wig on?" the frenchman said before he ripped the wig off, causing my hair to fall down on my shoulders. I was lucky the restaurant was empty. Or else the commotion would have been... Shit, I don't even wanna think about it.

"You..!" I jerked free from his grip. "...Francis Bonnefoy." I warned. "Give. The. Wig. Back." I hissed and glared at the frog.

He tossed the wig back to me and smirked. "Long hair suits you better, after all." he said.

"Stop!" Alfred shouted. "SERIOUSLY. What's going on?" he asked, confused.

There was a long pause, because neither of us wanted to talk. We just glared at each other. Then I remembered all the bad memories and snapped.

"This," I paused. "This is the frog that took oh-so-good care of me and then suddenly just left me!" I shouted and pointed at Francis. "Do you have any idea how much harder my life got? I thought you were dead!" I had to take a deep breath to calm down. Alfred stood there, stunned.

"My, my.. That was a very long time ago." he replied as if he didn't care. I thought I saw guilt flash in his eyes. "I thought you were already over it?" He regained his teasing tone. "You're still a child, after all. You know nothing about hardships." he said with a cold tone.

"Hah! You tell me I know nothing? It's almost funny how much I've gotten through!" I shouted at him, starting to walk out of the restaurant. Alfred stood there, dumbfounded. "B-but! Alice!" he shouted. I stopped looked at him. "What." I replied, irritated. I wanted to get out of here as soon as possible. "Where are you going? We're lost, remember?" he said and walked up to me. "And we better check your wound. What if it opens like last time?" he said, a bit worried. "...fine.." I mumbled.

"Hey frog!" I shouted at Francis. "I wanna talk." I demanded and waited for his response. "Very well. Let's sit down and act mature, then." he replied casually and sat down at a table. Alfred and I sat in front of him.

"So, where have you been for the past 9 years?" I asked Francis. "If I remember correctly, you are now... 28? 29?" I asked and counted my fingers. "31." he corrected. "But of course, you wouldn't remember after all this time." he smiled.

"Heh. Close enough." I grinned. "What about a fight? I wanna see how strong you've gotten." I suggested. "You sure?" the frog chuckled. "You've gotten slower." he smirked and stood up. "I was just warming up." I didn't want him to hold back. If I told him I've got an injury, he would definitly hold back.

"Alrighty then..." I said and started to stretch. Alfred was just about to say something -probably telling me I've lost my mind and that I better get it back- but I I hushed him. "Shh! Do not try to tell me what to do. I've got this." I grinned. There was just enough space to have a small fight. "Alright guys!" Francis shouted. "You can close the restaurant for today!" he smirked and looked back at me. "On three, then." he said. "You, the american over there, count to three." he said and pointed at Alfred. "Wh-What? I won't-" "Alfred! Just do it!" I shouted at him. He sighed and held three fingers up. "..Fine..." he sighed again.

"One.." he started as the frog and I stood there, fists at the ready. "Two..." Alfred said and bent down a finger. Francis and I leaned forwards. "...Three!" Alfred shouted and Francis and I started to fight. I didn't care about my wound. I was too happy by the thought that I might beat the disgusting frog's ass.

We dashed at each other and our fists met each others palms. We glared at each other for a split second, and went back to the fight. I knew his moves well, but I forgot some of them with all these years. But he seemed to remember mine as well as the back of his hand. I planned a new strategy in my head when he suddenly where behind me. He pushed my back lightly and made me stumble, by surprise. "Too slow." he mumbled. "Just you wait, frog." I smirked and turned around. I managed to hit his chest, before he dodged the second punch. Seeing this coming, I quickly used my leg to make him trip. He didn't manage to dodge this one, so he fell on the floor, on his back, and groaned.

"You think you can win over me, old frog?" I looked down at him. "Well, I might do so." he smirked and stood up, with the speed of light, and punched me in the stomach. I fell down on my back, surprised by the speed. And the sudden pain. "Huh?" I heard Francis say. "You've gotten weaker..." he mumbled.

"Alice!" Alfred shouted and ran towards me. I quickly stood up again. "Alfred, seriously. Don't ever dare to interfere my fights. Get it?" I shot him a glare. "And you, frog, why did you stop? Don't even think of holding back!" I shouted and the two of us dashed, once again, at each other. The fight continued for half an hour, I think, before I collapsed right in Francis' arms when I was going to give him the final blow.

Normal POV:

Alice and Francis had been fighting for a while. Francis was getting tired, but he was not going to give up. Alice neither.

Alfred was yawning by now. He glanced over at the elegant clock on the wall. 9:32 pm. How long are they gonna keep this up.. he thought before he heard a loud thump.

"H-huh..? Alice, what's wrong?" France panicked a bit as he lifted the girl up. Alfred reacted and runned towards them. "Alice! Alice! Does it hurt?" Alfred shouted and shook her shoulders. She didn't respond. "Uhm, you! Alice's former best friend or something, do you live around here?" Alfred asked the frenchman. Francis looked at the american with a frown. "Why do you want to know-" he stopped as he saw Alfred flip up Alice's shirt, making Francis see the bandage wrapped around her stomach.

"What the?" Francis bursted. "Why didn't she tell me?" he cussed for himself. Alice's wound wasn't opened, but she looked like it hurt a lot. She probably fainted from the pain.

"Okay, I'll take you to my apartment." Francis said and handed over the girl to Alfred. "You wait outside, I gotta go get my car keys." the taller frenchman said before he went to another room. Alfred nodded and went outside. A white mercedes soon pulled over. Alfred firstly put Alice in the backseat and he himself sat in the front seat.

"Uhm. Was it Francis?" Alfred asked. Francis nodded and smiled. "Yes. And I assume you are Alfred?" he asked. "Uh, yup!" Alfred replied with a grin. Then he glanced over at Alice, who was laying on the three backseats. She didn't have a frown on her face anymore, she was peacefully sleeping. The car was quiet as they smoothly drove through the beautiful city. The air was crisp and the sky was bright red. Alfred stared at the view, spacing out a bit. He was interupted though.

"So, Alfred, could you please explain why she was wearing a wig and boy-clothes?" Francis suddenly asked, breaking the peaceful silence.

"Uh." Alfred stuttered, not knowing where to begin. "She dressed herself as a guy 'cause she was bored. So now the whole school thinks she is a guy." the american replied after a few seconds. Francis let out a muffled laugh. "That's so her." he thought for himself. "How long have you guys known each other?" he asked Alfred, who was once again spacing out, staring at the sky.

"O-oh. Yeah, we've known each other for like a few weeks." Alfred said and chuckled. "Heh, I never thought it would turn out like this." he smiled for himself and glanced back at Alice, who was still asleep. "How do you know her?" Alfred asked back. Francis was quiet for a moment, thinking for a good response.

"I was her former guardian, I guess." he said and let out a sigh. "I was 17 when the two of us first met. She was playing by herself in a park. I thought that she might have lost her parents, so walked up to her." Francis said with a nostalagic tone. "She said that she didn't have any parents, and that she lived at her uncle's house. I asked her why she was playing here alone, and she said that she had ran away from home. It turned out that she was being abused by her uncle. She had a lot of bruises and scars on her arms and legs." he continued.

"Hey, why are you playing here all by yourself?" a tall boy suddenly walked up to the small girl and asked. She stared at the boy for a while. He was smiling and still waiting for her response.

"Because I don't have anyone else to play with." she replied carelessly and went back to build her sand-castle. She had a small, black backpack beside her, and there was a name on it. 'Alice Kirkland' it said.

The boy thought it was wierd, a small girl playing all by herself in an empty park.

"Where are your parents?" he finally asked. They must be here somewhere, he thought and started to look around. He didn't see any adults nearby.

"I don't have any parents." she replied while she kept playing with the sand. She looked like she couldn't care less about them. Then, the girl suddenly lifted up her little head and stood up.

"Wait, where are you going?" the boy asked. He followed her and they stopped beside a bush. "There is something in that bush." the little girl said and bent down. Something rustled in the bush. The tall boy watched as he saw a cat jumping out of it.

"England!" the small girl shouted and hugged the fluffy scottish fold. It was white, and had a few caramel-coloured spots. The cat had one huge spot that covered about half its head, including its eye. It mewed and licked the tiny girl's face. The girl was sobbing as she petted the cat.

"I'm so happy..." she whispered before she teared up. The cat kept licking her cheeks, as if it tried to lick away her tears. The boy watched the emotional scene and almost teared up a bit himself. The small girl suddenly turned around and faced the tall boy. "Who are you?" she asked. She wasn't crying anymore. Instead, she and the cat both stared at the boy. He bent down and patted the girl's head. "I'm Francis." he answered. "And you are?" he asked back. "I'm Alice. Nice to meet you." she said with a the cutest smile the boy ever had seen.

"How old are you?" Francis asked. A little girl shouldn't be wandering around by herself, he thought. "And why are you alone?" he added.

"I'm 5." she said and held up her hand, pointing 5 fingers. "And I ran away from my bad uncle. He drinks too much and hits me everyday." Alice said with a disgusted look. "I don't like him." she said and petted her cat. "And this is England. He is 9 months old. He's very grumpy, but he's really nice to me." she lifted the scottish fold up and buried her face in its fur. "How old are you?" she asked.

"I'm 17." Francis replied with a smile. "Where do you plan to live?" he asked after a few minutes of petting the fluffy cat.

"I don't know. But anything is better than my uncle's house." the girl replied. "I guess I'll live in the forest. It's really nice there." she said and smiled. "And England really likes it there too." she petted the cat before Francis saw a few teardrops run down her cheeks. She sobbed quietly and kept petting England. "Mama... Papa..." she mumbled before she started to cry. "I want to see you...!" she shouted and bursted into tears.

Francis, not sure of what to do, simply hugged the poor child and patted her head. "There, there...Shh... it's okay..." he said calmly. The small blond haired girl hugged him back with her tiny arms and cried. The cat sat there, studying the two persons in front of him. He didn't sense anything bad about the tall boy, so he let him hug her.

Alice started to quiet down. In the end, she was just sobbing, alseep in Francis arms.

"My, my... What am I going to do about you.." he sighed and lifted the girl up. "I guess I'll let you stay at my house." he smiled and started to walk.

"Meeeeeoowww."

"Oh, you want to come too? Well, of course." Francis smiled as the cat followed him.

Francis put the little girl down on the couch. He grabbed a blanket and covered her, just to make sure that she didin't catch a cold. He chuckled when the cat also jumped onto the couch and made himself comfortable on Alice's stomach.

Francis went into the kitchen and started to cook. He thought about something simple. A pot-au-feu would be perfect, he thought. Alice was still asleep when he was finished cooking, so Francis woke the little girl up.

"Good morning, sunshine!" he smiled and sat beside her on the couch. She opened her swollen eyes and blinked a few times. "...mama...?" she said before she sat up and saw Francis. "F-F-France!" she shouted. Francis chuckled and patted her head.

"Close enough. It's Francis." he smiled. "But you can call me that if you want."

"Uh.. Where am I?" the little girl said and looked around. She was in a house with lots of beatiful paintings. At least it wasn't uncle's house.

"You're at my house~!" Francis said and smiled. "I live here alone. My parents kicked me out of their house, so now I'm living by myself. And you can stay as long as you want!" he grinned. "Anyways, dinner is ready. Are you hungry?" he asked the little girl. Alice nodded and looked at England. "I'll share with him." she said and pointed at the cat. "No worries! I've already prepared some salmon for him. Here, I'll take you to the kitchen." the boy said and lifted Alice up. And England was right behind them.

Francis smiled as he watched the little girl eat the food. "Wow! This is so yummy!" she smiled. "You know, all I ever eat at uncle's house is bread." she looked at Francis. "Thank you." she smiled again and went back to eating. England seemed to enjoy his salmon too. When the two of them finished, Alice helped Francis with the dishes. Alice told Francis that she usually washed the dishes at home, and that she didn't mind helping him.

What a good girl, Francis thought.

When it was bedtime, Alice grabbed her bag and pulled out a dirty grey t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. Francis threw the dirty t-shirt into the washing machine and pulled out a new, clean t-shirt. Alice's face brightened up. She changed into the too big t-shirt and her sweatpants. The t-shirt almost looked like a dress on her, and made her even cuter. Before bedtime, Francis told her a the story about Cinderella. Alice really loved that story.

A few years passed, and Alice was still living with Francis. The little girl is now 10 years old, and Francis is 22. People often mistook them as father and daughter, but they saw each other more as siblings. They also managed to send her uncle to jail, and now Francis was her guardian. Alice dosen't remember anything about her past, though.

"Iggy! Wake up! You're going to be late for school." Francis said and woke the girl up. He pulled the curtains, which made the room bright. It was spring, and the sun was shining. He opened the window and let the cold, fresh breeze blow into the room.

"Okay..." the girl mumbled, half awake. "You better hurry up or I'll throw away your breakfast." Francis warned and walked out of the room. Alice, knowing that he wasn't kidding, flung herself up from bed and put her school uniform on. It was a blue skirt and a beige cardigan with a white undershirt. There was a matching blue tie too.

"Wait!" she shouted as she ran down the stairs and jumped down at the last part. "...FINISHED!" she shouted with a grin, as her feet touched the floor. Francis was waiting for her at the big breakfast table. England was already eating.

The frenchman clapped his hands and smiled. "Good job! 40 seconds!" he said. Alice grinned and sat down at the table. This has become a daily routine in their house. Alice thought of it as training for her reflexes.

"Hey, you gonna teach me more marterial arts after school?" Alice asked and started eat the french toast.

"Hm, well, if you want to." Francis said as he washed the dishes.

"Really? Awesome!" she said and finished her breakfast. "Here, lemme help you." she said and pushed away Francis from the dishes and washed them herself. This was one of Alice's good habits, to always wash the dishes. Francis chuckled. "If you wash them now, you'll be late." he chuckled. "Here, I'll take over from now." he smiled. "Oh, 'kay! Thanks!" she said and ran upstairs to her room. She packed her bag and glanced at the clock. 7:45 am. She ran downstairs and petted England for a while. "Alright, see ya!" she said before she went to school.

Everyday, after school, the two of them practiced marterial arts. Francis told Alice to only use it for self-defense. Alice often got into fights at school, but she never hit anyone. She often came home with a few bruises on her legs. She never complained, though. She was happy that Francis always would take care of her.

One day, Alice woke up just to find out that Francis was gone.

Gone, gone, gone.

Oh, my. I'm such a meanie. /cough/cliffhanger/cough/

And if I made any typos, please correct me. Oh god... My grammar sucks.

And please give me some critism! I won't mind if it's mean, actually. If it'll improve my writing, then I won't really mind. :D
Oh, and to my beta-reader:

Du måste inte rätta den, du kan bara njuta av din underbara semester~ Uhm, men gör gärna det om du vill! I won't really mind...

(swedish stuff, yeah!)

About this chapter... I wanted to make Francis seem like a kind big- brother, not a pedo or something... :) And there wasn't that much AlicexAlfred this chapter... uhmm... suggestions! I'll make sure they'll come show up in the future!

(I'm watching 'seconds form disaster' right now. Oh god... I'll never be able to sit calmly on an airplane again.)

R&R, please :)