Well, I'm sorry for the wait. Had a writer's block and my mind wandered. So now. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. There'd be more Nordic five in there if I did.

ALICE P.O.V

His Sweden eyes are glistening with unshed tears and in a weird sisterly urge, I lean in and kiss his cheek. His eyes shoot open and he blushes furiously. I pull him into a hug and when I pull back, he actually looks hurt that I'm not still hugging him in sisterly concern. I glance at him and he takes my right hand. I get the feeling of him trying not to let me out of his sight. I turn and my silver eyes meet his sea foam green ones. They are no longer wet, but they still have a empty, sad look. I sit on the edge of the bed, inwardly groaning about stubbornness. It seems to run through every country, and although I'm not a country, I have it too. I understand that he will not let go and I gently tell him to sleep.

He closes his eyes and the world around us disappears for a moment, and I am greeted by Ice in his REAL body. I shout out and he turns. His pale, silky hair floats like mine and his blue violet eyes smile in response to my excitement. I fling my arms around him and work up the courage to tell him that I love him. It had started as a budding romance when I had first met him. I hadn't really liked him, but he really grew on me. I open my mouth to speak, but are interrupted by America and Prussia.

I glare at them and glance at Ice to see if he's woken up, but he's a deep sleeper like always. I smile a little and look at the boy I so dearly loved when he was, well, him. America is dense, but not that dense. He gives me a sly look and I sit up, trying to keep my murderous aura from reaching him. I say,"What. Are. You. Thinking?" He holds his hands up in surrender and says,"Nothing!"

I would have glared at him some more, but then, Britain calls us saying it's time for breakfast. I shudder a little, thinking it was Britain cooking. When I get to the kitchen however, I am greeted by the smell of...

CLIFFHANGER! If I told you what she smelled, you'd be able to guess what who was. And from now on, It's only going to be a chapter or two a weekend. Please review.

Arigato readers and I hope you'll continue to enjoy and read this Fic.

BYE! -Alice