urg, so late. Family came over and so I just had to spend some time with them and it was keeping me from writing new stuff. Just Friday I was able to finally write this chapter, it kept me awake until very late but I got it done and now I'm sick. yay...

It was a wonderful feeling. There was no noises, no movement, no nothing. It was pure emptiness. It felt like if he was floating on mid air and maybe he was. Alfred wasn't sure at all, but he couldn't truly bring himself to care at the moment. His whole body felt so relaxed and so comfortable, like if he had been missing something through his life and now his mind was finally at peace.

Azure eyes could see flashes of something through his eyes and slowly he closed his eyelids and opened them again. The emptiness was gone but the feeling was still spreading all through his body. The scene in front of him was different, so different. It was a garden, a beautiful garden with flowers spreading all through the land. The flowers were colorful and waving happily at him. The little faces on the middle of the flowers were smiling and soon enough they were singing. Alfred wasn't sure what song it was but it was calming and their voices were charming.

The sunny blond kept walking through the garden, making sure not to step on the flowers and follow the path ahead of him. A table was soon visible, a table full of different types of tea pots and tea cups. It was like something out of a book, because Alfred was sure that he had never seen a table like this or a garden as beautiful as this. It was shinning with life.

A person was sitting on one of the chairs and Alfred quickly recognized who it was. The Hatter was sipping tea from one of the weird looking cups but soon enough he was turning his head and staring at the agent, both of his green eyes looked as brighter as ever but there was something different, a different kind of light that Alfred couldn't truly put his finger on.

"Ah, you must be Alice." The Hatter snickered softly taking another sip of his tea before standing up and just throwing the cup away. "I heard so much about you, so muuuuch! You are so young, oh so very young. Oh my, I hope that doesn't mean you are going to be boring." The green eyed male smiled, his eyes shaking a little bit with the madness that Alfred had come to get used to.

"The Queen sent me here. He said that I needed to take care of you as well, that you were causing too much trouble. I'm here to keep you sane." The sunny blond found himself saying, his mouth moving on its own.

"Troubles? Troubles? What's troubles? I'm just doing what I know how to do best!" The Hatter giggled and then kicked one of the chairs before getting on top of the long table and sitting on the middle of it. "I'm just being mad! Do you know how good it feels! Come on little Alice, tell me how good it feels, tell me how much you enjoy the thrill that runs through your body and makes you arch and crave for more." And he was giggling again, getting on all fours and crawling on the table, shoving everything that was in his way until he was on the other side of the table, until he was face to face with Alfred. "Maybe you should be a little bit madder to understand." Arthur whispered, snickering softly.

"You are far too mad for even the Queen to take care of. You are destroying the balance that must be kept." Alfred wasn't sure how his voice was able to stay so steady and so emotionless when talking to the Hatter. "I'm here to keep the balance Hatter."

"But I love being mad, I love being madder and madder. I love it, I love it, I love it, I love it." The Hatter kept chanting over and over. "I love being so mad than then I go sane. I love how my body just shuts itself and dies."

"It is not about what you want but what must be done." Alfred saw himself getting closer to the Hatter and before the other blond could react he was holding on his head and slowly shackles appeared to be crawling out from within his arms. The shackles were see through and hardly noticeable, it was like staring at a clean piece of glass. The agent stared as the shackles crawled all over the hatter, spreading through all of his body before breaking into thousands of different pieces. He let go of the teen then, staring at him like if he was expecting something to change.

Something did change. The Hatter was glancing around in confusion, his eyes were wide and he was shaking, staring down at his hands before the rest of his body. He looked scared, terrified even and Alfred couldn't understand why.

"W-what have you done! What have you done, what have you done!" The green eyed male was screaming, before he roughly began to hit on the table over and over again, his hands soon enough took a hold of the table cloth and began to rip it apart. "Give it back! Give it back!" He kept screaming and his emerald eyes were now a forest green color, a dull color compared to the old one.

Alice continued to stare, his head lightly tilting to the side. "The Queen asked me to take the madness away and so I am doing it. How does it feel to be just half as crazy as you were?"

"Horrible…"

It was the only answer Alice got.

Alfred glanced away, not daring to look at what was happening again, his stomach was twitching and feeling horrible and he wasn't sure why. This wasn't right and he knew it. What was happening wasn't right and he was feeling so much pity for the hatter, pity that he couldn't understand.

The scene in front of him began to shake then and he was now standing somewhere different. It was a beautiful throne room; the black, white and red decoration was making Alfred glance around before staring at the male figure that was sitting on the throne.

"The Hatter…he is far too mad you see. I keep having to put a spell on him every week. It is like he feeds off of madness and never finds his fill. It is becoming extremely hard to keep the balance because of him." Alice was once again speaking with the same emotionless voice.

The Queen frowned, biting on his bottom lip before he sighed and shook his head. "What should we do?"

Alfred couldn't see the Queen's face and he was wondering why. It was like something was blocking him from looking at the other's face.

"I should keep an eye on him at all times. I believe it would be for the best of our interest if we are to become an item. If you know what I mean." And Alice sounded so cheerful when saying those words. He was smiling and holding his hands behind his back while gently rocking back and forth on the floor.

"You mean, y-you two?" The Queen stuttered a bit at what he was saying, sounding so surprised at what Alice was suggesting.

"Exactly that. It would be truly wonderful. I can keep him then, right?"

"Do what you see necessary."

And Alfred could feel his lips twitching with a smile.

It felt wrong, no, no, no. Everything felt so wrong. He knew the truth, he knew Alice didn't need to do this. It was a lie. Alice was lying, he was lying. Why did they believe him?

Alfred wanted to scream, scream at the Queen not to believe him because it was a lie.

Alice didn't need to be with the Hatter. He did not need to force a relationship with the other because the Hatter was just too crazy and no matter how close he was too him, no matter how many spells he could put on him his madness was not going to disappear. Ever. It was because the Hatter loved being mad, he loved being crazy and every day he would be madder and madder and every day Alice would find it so fascinating. To find someone that he couldn't control to find someone that was so mad that he would enjoy dying in order to be madder. It was delightful and it was slowly feeding him with a sick feeling.

It was a lie, it was a lie.

Alfred couldn't be like this, how could he be so low, how could he bound someone to be with him just from a lie. It wasn't possible.

The agent closed his eyes, holding tightly on his head while covering his ears.

Images were slowly flashing through his eyes again. He could see the Hatter again and he was smiling. He was offering him tea and some kind of fancy dessert. The green eyed male looked happy to be next to him. He looked pleased but Alfred couldn't get the sick feeling to go away, and he knew why. More images were slowly spreading across his head, this time the Hatter looked worn out, sad, depressed, his green eyes were so dull he wasn't sure if he was even conscious or not. The teenager looked in pain and soon he was crying and begging, begging Alfred to stop, to stop driving him sane, to stop taking away what belong to him, because he knew, he knew that he just wanted to contain him, to keep him like some kind of death butterfly in a case. The same desperation was driving him insane but it was painful and sad, too sad and Alfred glanced away.

Alfred was somewhere else again, he had been here before. He had seen this before. It was the padded room from before. It was the dirty padded room. The sunny blond could feel himself sweating, and he was panting and his body was shivering. Slowly azure eyes stared down at the body in front of him. Arthur was underneath him, looking up at him with half lidded eyes. The teenager was still wearing that dirty, straitjacket, but he was panting and moaning under his touch. He was squirming and wrapping his legs around his hips, moving his own hips against Alfred in perfect union.

It was then that Alfred noticed that he was thrusting inside the shorter male. He was moving his hips back and forth against Arthur, making sure that his whole length would push inside the blond before pulling back and thrusting back inside and the Hatter was loving it. He was tilting his head back and moaning, his tongue slowly licking his lips as his ankles roughly rubbed against Alfred's back.

The shorter male was panting heavily, arching his back on a perfect angle so their chests were touching. It wasn't enough. It wasn't enough and Alfred could feel it. The warm feeling on his body was spreading and he couldn't help himself. It was like if he had waited so long to do something like this, like if it had been years and now he was able to get his price, his little heaven.

When Alfred glanced back down at the Hatter, it was a different place but the same was happening. The teenager was moaning and throwing his head back to glance at Alfred, he was standing on all fours and supporting his body with just one of his hands…the other one was missing and now the agent could remember this. The sandy blond groaned and leaned forward against the floor, moving his hips back and forth before rocking them slowly, and he was so tight. So tight it was making Alfred lean over and wrap his arms around the body in front of him.

It wasn't enough to thrust his hips violently against Arthur, it wasn't enough to pull on his hair and force him against the floor until he was a panting mess. No it just wasn't, because it felt like the sunny blond was never going to be able to do it again and it hurt and he could feel the pain on his chest and it was making him slow down his movements and kiss the Hatter's back and then his neck before doing the same with his lips. Emerald eyes stared back at him, the same crazy eyes that were now asking for more and more.

The scene changed once again, and next time Arthur was wearing an old police officer that was torn to pieces, the cloth was barely hanging from his body but the Hatter didn't care now, because what was happening felt far better than anything else. Everything changed again and this time it was Arthur looking younger, maybe hardly fifteen, and then it was him wearing a prisoner's uniform, then it was him wearing a Victorian suit, and each time Alfred would blink it was something different, something so different but in the end the same thing was happening and he could remember each time so well, because it was making him want more and more.

Everything changed in a blink of an eye again. Arthur no longer looked the same, he was the Hatter again and he was underneath him, staring off at the flowers in his garden. The same was happening, he was fucking him again but this time the green eyed male looked so dull, so out of it, so different…and once again Alfred felt his insides twitching and once again he felt bad and like if he wanted to pull his hair out. It was horrible, he didn't want to see this, he didn't want to see any of this. It was wrong, it was bad. it was horrible. He wanted to stop seeing this, to stop remembering this, because he knew there were all memories but how could he…how could he when the memories from before felt so right and so much better than the memories he was seeing now.

Disgust. He was disgusted.

Alfred could hear himself screaming. He could feel how sore and dry his throat was and how his mouth was hurting from stretching far too much.

"I think he is not compatible…"

He knew that voice.

"Nonsense! Don't be silly Kitty, he is just going through what we all did."

And he knew that voice as well.

The screaming stopped then and the agent was able to see where he was again. He was in the same office, though now he was lying down on the couch where the hatter had been sleeping before. Alfred groaned softly and quickly covered his face with one of his hands, his head felt like if it was going to rip in two in any moment. He could feel his brain pounding against his skull and screaming in pain. The blond rolled off of the couch and fell on the floor. The coldness of the floor was so welcoming he had to fight the urge to rub himself against the solid ground.

"Ah, he is awake, he is awake!" An over excited Hatter was soon enough on all fours on top of him, his cheek nuzzling against the back of his neck before he purred and gently licked at the skin.

Alfred jerked at the odd feeling of the wet muscle against his neck and quickly turned around, making the teenager fall over with a noise, but soon enough the Hatter was clinging to him, wrapping both of his arms around his torso along with his legs. He clung to him like a cat that would dig his nails on something fuzzy and it was almost impossible to shake him off.

"W-what the fuck was that?" Alfred hissed softly, just talking was making his head explode and he quickly wrapped both of his arms around his head and rubbed his lips together, chewing the inside of his cheeks.

"Your memories, your other self. Who you were, who you are and who you are going to be. You, you, you and only you." The Hatter giggle softly and let go of the blond but he just crawled on the floor to get in front of him so they were face to face. He kissed Alfred once, twice and then a third time but he didn't stop he kept pecking the other on the lips and giggling.

Alfred was slightly disturbed over the behavior the Hatter was giving and he was even weirder out when he didn't do anything to stop it, in fact it felt good and something warm was soon spreading through his body, something that felt just right. But that feeling soon wore off when he remembered what he saw in his head. The agent was disgusted. With twitchy fingers he ran his fingers through his hair, and he glanced around, swallowing heavily before his eyes landed on the Cat.

Ivan was staring back at him with a well known smile and now it was making Alfred twitch even further. The cat knew, he knew what he was doing. He knew, he knew, he knew. What was he going to do? What if he told the Hatter, would he be able to deal with someone as mad as the teenager by himself! Oh God he hoped the Cat wouldn't say a word because now there was something else growing in his chest, it was desire and he wanted the Mad Hatter, he wanted to pull him over and do whatever he pleased.

Alfred didn't know when he did it, but his hand was slowly reaching for the sandy blond. He took a tight hold on the other from the back of his neck before pulling him closer until he was able to roughly kiss the Hatter. The sunny blond was sucking, biting and chewing on those full lips. Both of his hands were now holding on the other's face, his fingers running through the soft hair and he pulled him closer and closer until the green eyed male was leaning against him.

The agent wanted more, no, he needed more. It was like a need he needed to fill and he wasn't even sure why. It was a new feeling that was brought to him after what the Hatter had done and it just felt so natural. Even though he was disgusted with himself, even though he hated what he had seen he couldn't stop himself.

Azure eyes opened for a split second and then widened. Alfred was staring at Ivan that was smiling down at the two but that wasn't what was bothering him at all, no. It was the fact that something was crawling out from within the Cat's desk. The figure was pulling out from the shadow the Cat was projecting on the desk. The petite girl that was standing now behind the Cat quickly jump into the air, she was holding onto a scythe and she swiftly let the blade pierce through Ivan until one of his arms was completely ripped off.

Another figure was quickly pulling from within the shadow and this time it was a boy that was holding onto another scythe, except this time he easily slide the blade to cut off the Cat's head. The body limb fell onto the floor and rolled until it bumped against the Hatter.

The Hatter quickly turned around at the disturbance and his eyes narrowed. The emerald eyes were glowing and soon turning black until only the emerald irises were visible. He grinned and stood up staring at the two twins. "Ah, what a surprise! I didn't know you guys were coming, but you are here. Oh my! There must be such a good reason, such a good reas-"

The Hatter was interrupted when a blade easily pierced through his chest. Alfred quickly snapped his head upwards to stare at the boy that was 'standing' on the ceiling. The short, brown haired male was staring down at the hatter with an emotionless stare. He was holding onto the blade that was piercing the hatter. "You get so tired some Hatter, why can't you be a good maniac and stay home like the rest of us."

The brown haired boy landed on the floor and yanked the blade out of the sandy blond. He wiped the blade on the waist coat he was wearing, a waist coat with very baggy, wide sleeves that were covering his hands. The boy was probably no older than fifteen, and he was wearing a nice male Victorian outfit with a green waist coat and a white dress shirt that would reach thighs. The tie around his neck was messy and badly done but it somewhat fit his whole appearance.

Arthur stared. Both of his green eyes were wide as he stared at the boy in front of him. A grin slowly cracked on his face and the sound on his chest began to disappear, peeling off like old paint, just like it did before when Alfred shot him. "Bunnies shouldn't be playing with me." He sounded so sweet that for some reason it was scarier than his normal dark voice. "After all, I do like to collect their fur." And the Hatter was moving then. He launched towards the brown haired male.

Alfred stood up slowly and then hissed in pain, his head was hurting more and more by the second and everything looked too fuzzy at the moment. He gulped loudly and stared at what was happening in front of him.

The Hatter was grinning from ear to ear and holding down the kid that stabbed him earlier. He was licking his lips before a symbol began to glow underneath them. The symbol was different from what Alfred could remember. It was glowing a red color and the symbol was different, this time it was a book, with a hat and different stars and circles. Just the pattern was making Alfred feel even worse, and what happened next almost made him throw up.

The symbol kept glowing until thousands of different needles came out from within the ground and stabbed through the two teenagers. The Hatter just laughed though, ignoring how some of the needles were even piercing through his eyeballs and his mouth. It didn't matter for the sandy blond. He roughly yanked his arm free, leaving pieces of flesh on the needles before he slapped his hand on top of the other's throat.

It was then that Alfred noticed someone else. Standing next to Arthur was someone else that looked…exactly like Arthur. Except the expression of this Arthur was different, he looked dull, bored, maybe uninterested but he still grinned soon enough and stepped on the brown haired boy's face until there was a nasty noise and what Alfred could see was a jaw flew across the room. Somebody else showed up soon enough and it was another Hatter, except this one looked maybe nine or eight years old. The boy giggled and jumped off of the desk where he had been sitting a knife on his hand that quickly pierced through the throat one that was being bound to the needles. The kid easily ripped open the throat and yanked the knife around until the head came off. The needles disappeared then and the Hatter was standing up except there was no one else there anymore.

"So this is Alice, Alice it is. Oh my Alice. Do you see him brother, brother do you?"

Alfred had been too busy staring at the scene in front of him to notice that the twins were now standing next to him, one on each of his sides.

Dee smiled and her smile was nice and warm but then the scythe on her hands moved and it was ready to cut Alfred in half, but it was stopped by a hand. A floating hand. Alfred raised a brow at the hand that was stopping the girl.

Dum narrowed his eyes and quickly reached for the hand, except he couldn't move. The short blond haired teen was unable to move. He twitched and stared down at his body. Something appeared to be growing out of his stomach and it was slowly growing bigger and bigger and stretching his body until he felt the skin slowly ripping and spreading apart. Blood quickly splashed everywhere and a blond head rolled over the floor.

Alfred glanced at Ivan that was now standing in front of him with blood all over his body. The Cat was smiling and his head was back in place except his hand was still missing but obviously holding onto the girl's scythe.

"Ah, that was quite rude of you guys. After all the wonderful time we spent together it appears that you are far too mad to even care about who you betray." The Cat just kept smiling and gently brushed some of the organs and skin parts that where on his body. "And to come here just to try to kill Alice, that is not possible you see. Alice is no longer human."

Dee just stared down at the mutilated body of her brother and shivered. She felt her knees growing weaker before she snickered and then laughed. "Madder you say? Madder? But how, how? If we are not even mad enough to kill you, kill you?" She giggled and then jumped back just to fall inside one of the shadows the furniture were projecting on the floor.

The Hatter walked over to where Alfred was standing, his eyes glancing back at the corpse that he left behind and that was slowly regenerating. "Not safe, not safe, not safe anymore!" He shook his head and grabbed on Alfred's hand, roughly pulling him outside the office.

The agent glanced back and then narrowed his eyes when he saw that the brown haired male was standing up and the body that was shred to pieces was rapidly regenerating and Ivan…Ivan was gone. Just then did Alfred felt something on his shoulders and he quickly glanced to his right to stare at a pair of violet eyes that belong to a cat. The feline was making itself comfortable on his shoulders and it was smiling, maybe even grinning but Alfred was too shocked over the fact that a Cat could smile to notice too well!

Alfred almost tripped when his arm was pulled and a dead weight was holding onto it. He glanced back and stared at the hatter that was now holding onto his arm and on the floor. The teenager's legs were missing and blood was quickly pooling around him!

Dum and Dee were crawling out from Arthur's shadow, grinning from ear to ear while holding the hatter's legs.

"We cut off his legs, oh my we did. We cut them off, we cut them off. Whatever shall we do with them?" Dee smiled from ear to ear, her hand gently tossing the leg in the air.

"Maybe we should eat them after we get the rest of him. I'm hungry sister, I'm hungry, let's eat him up." Dum grinned like his sister and then pulled out from the shadow his scythe over his shoulders. "Where is the bunny anyways, where is the March hare?"

Like if he was being summoned the March Hare landed on the floor next to Dum, two blades now being held on both of his hands. "I guess this is going to be more frustrated than I first thought." He sighed softly and rubbed his cheek with one of his shoulders.

Arthur narrowed his eyes and pulled back a little bit until he was next to Alfred. The Cat on top of Alfred's shoulders jumped off and before it landed on the floor it turned back into his normal shape. Ivan smiled softly, his hands on his pockets before he glanced back at the Hatter.

"I think I should give you the pleasure."

"Ahaha, the Kitty is so lazy, so lazy. Cute kitty." The Hatter giggled and then wrapped his arms around Alfred's legs, rubbing his cheek against his neck with a small pout. "So many horrible people, horrible. B-but, I like games, let's play games. Why don't we all play a game." The dark voice that Alfred was used to came back and the Hatter's eyes were glowing a dangerous green color. The same symbol from before began to glow underneath them though this time it was reaching the whole room. The light was blinding and consuming all of the shadows that were desperately to show through the blinding light.

"I love games, why don't we play a game."

Alfred glanced around and found the source of the voice standing next to Ivan. Again another Arthur was standing, the same dull one.

"Games are so fun, so fun. I can't wait to play a game with you." The kid was back as well and he was giggling and sitting on the floor. More and more Hatters were slowly showing until around six of them where standing around them.

"Why don't we just play a game." They all said in sync. All of them were grinning and each one of them slowly took a step forward. Each one of them except the original that was still hugging on Alfred and now looked idle and like if he wasn't in the room at all.

Dum tilted his head, one of his eyes widening while the other one narrowed. He laughed then and Dee quickly joined in. "So great, so fun! Oh so fun! He is doing it, he is doing it!" The twins said at the same time before launching at the group.

The March Hare smirked and jumped though once he jumped his feet glued to the ceiling and he ran across the ceiling. "Let's see who gets to him first."

The Twins snickered loudly and Dum quickly dodged one of the Hatters that tried to get to him. The hatter fell against the floor but quickly kicked Dun's leg and tripped him. The new Arthur was soon on top of him grinning and tilting his head. He snickered and stared down at him with big eyes before opening his mouth. Slowly something white crawled out from within his throat and Dun quickly reacted and moved his head away, using the back of his scythe to shove the other off. The white substance hit the floor and it quickly burnt through the solid ground until a hole was standing then and the Hatter was giggling with an innocent look.

"The Hatter is so unique, so unique, how many more of him there is!" Dun laughed softly and launched against the Arthur except another one quickly appeared next to him and shoved him with his body. This Hatter wouldn't stop shaking and was missing an arm. He was giggling, laughing and glancing around nervously before he grinned and ran towards Dun.

The male twin quickly used the scythe to cut off the Hatter's other arm. Leaving him without arms but Arthur didn't seem to care. Because he kept running and giggling, twitching and rolling his head until he was right in front of the Twin and he hugged him. He hugged him despise his missing arms and then smoke began to slowly show and Dun screamed as his body was burnt and the flesh quickly became ashes. There was no fire at all, it was like just touching the Arthur in front of him was burning him and turning his body into nothing but dust.

Dee narrowed her eyes and quickly turned back to get her brother but then an Arthur got in front of her and the hatter was grinning, his arms were wrapped around his body and he was leaning forward just a bit. "Pretty girl, pretty girl. I like your hair, I do so very much. Let me eat it off of your head when it rolls around the ground." The Hatter laughed loudly and quickly moved towards the girl.

The female twin licked her lips and jumped away from the hatter and quickly ran towards her brother. She raised her scythe and let the blade cut the Hatter in two that was holding onto her twin. The sandy blond twitched and squirmed, and fell back against the floor. The body was began to fade away and turn into nothing but dust.

Dum let out a soft whimpering noise, half of his body was burnt to ashes, including his face so the only thing he could do was to stand there.

Dee reached over slowly trying to touch her brother without harming him but then her fingers fell down as blood poured out and splashed against her burnt brother. The Hatter from before was standing behind her and he was lazily nuzzling his head against the back of her neck.

"Don't you like dying? I do, I do. Let's die." The Hatter lazily said.

The blond girl merely had a second to gasp when different types of blades pierced through her body. She glanced back, her green eyes staring at the hatter that was coughing out blood. The blades were coming from within his body and he looked in so much pain that his skin was turning a ghostly white pale color. Arthur coughed more blood and his eyes then rolled to the back of his head before his body turned into nothing but dust just like the other one.

Dee fell on her knees and then against the floor, blood quickly spreading across the floor. She couldn't move and her body was twitching a little bit.

The March Hare narrowed his eyes and stared down at the two fallen twins. He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and glared down at the hatter…until he felt something cling to his back. The brown haired male quickly glanced back and stared at the small kid that was clinging to him. He was smiling with big green eyes but soon enough the smile turned into a grin and he began to laugh.

The Hatter's eyes were glowing an emerald color and the small form was clinging to the March Hare. The kid purred a bit and then showed the other the knife that he was holding. The older boy quickly tried to reach back to get the other off of him but the kid was moving like a squirrel around his body. He was stabbing all through his torso, legs, thighs, chest and arms, easily pushing the knife through the skin and twisting it before moving and doing the same with the rest of his body.

The little Hatter kept moving all around the teenager's body, easily clinging through his clothes until he reached his legs and he slide the knife across the other's ankles forcing his movement to drop death and his body to fall down against the floor with a loud crushing noise. The kid giggle and then ran back to the group that didn't even had to do a thing. He smiled and then clung to Alfred's leg, pretty much like the real hatter was doing right now.

The kid kept smiling and giggling but then the smile froze and the soft skin turned into dust and it was blown away. The same happened with the rest of the Hatters until only the original one was standing and he was blinking again and looking up at Alfred with a grin. "I have no legs, you should carry me."

"Yes, you should. We are leaving after all." Ivan smiled and stared at Alfred with a look that pretty much said 'you have no choice.'

Alfred groaned and rolled his eyes but then he leaned down and slipped his arms behind the Hatter's knees and his back. With a strong pull he lifted him up, holding him close to himself so the other wouldn't fall, or at least he was telling himself that.

Arthur snickered and leaned his head against the agent's chest and then swung his legs back and forth, that were already full grown and in place once again.

The sunny blond dropped him then and crossed his arms over his chest before glaring at the Hatter and then Ivan.

The poor teen hardly had a chance to react when his butt was already hitting the floor and he whined in pain. "Mean, mean, mean." He nodded his head and stood up, brushing some dust off of his clothes. "Now let's go before they regenerate."

"How were you able to do all of that though, and like beat them so easily?" Alfred asked with a raised brow.

"They are not used to this world so they can't do much…but we have to be careful from now and you need to start controlling them." The Hatter nodded his head slowly and then glanced over at the cat that was now grinning and tilting his head.

"Shall we go then?" The violet eyed male reached for the two, taking a hold of their arms. He pulled them closer to his body but not close enough so they were touching. Once again a symbol began to glow underneath their feet and the symbol was once again different. This time it was a big grin with stripes and what looked like sun flowers around it.

Alfred felt his tummy twisting and he twitched. He took a tight hold on Arthur's other arm and then closed his eyes. It felt like if he was falling, the wind was blowing through his hair and clothes making his shirt reach his face and then something warm was nuzzling against his chest and Alfred was forced to open his eyes. The Hatter was rubbing his cheek against his now exposed chest and he fought back the urge to smack him if just because his eyes caught something more interesting. He was indeed falling, and he was falling through a hole that was filled with so many things he could hardly name a couple of them. He did managed to see a bed, lamps, clothes, tea cups, flowers, and different objects that looked so old that Alfred thought that maybe they were traveling through time, but that was not the case. Not at all.

The agent pushed the Hatter away when he felt his feet reaching the solid ground. The sandy blond in return just smiled at him and then giggle. Alfred rolled his eyes and glanced around his new surroundings. He was in the middle of a garden, a morbid garden. Everything looked too dark but he was still able to see perfectly, the colors the shapes everything was so clear yet it was so weird how he couldn't fully see through the foggy darkness.

The sunny blond knew this garden. He had been here before and he could remember it clearly. It was the garden where he met the Hatter for the first time and not too far, just down the road a long table was standing tall and proud with tea cups and tea pots letting out the sweet smell of different types of tea.

Alfred had a question though and with a frown he turned around to face the two psychos that were standing behind him. "How come no hands came out from that symbol."

Ivan blinked a couple of times and then smiled like he usually did. "Ah, that's because that was me taking us to Wonderland. The other symbol is the Queen's symbol. He can force you to come back and is also the way he can move around in between the two worlds."

The Hatter nodded his head and then within seconds he appeared next to Alfred and wrapped both of his arms around one of his arms before rubbing his cheek against his chest and once again clinging to him. "You are back, you are back, back, back! Back in Wonderland! We…we should have tea!" The green eyed male snickered and twitched, his feet already dragging him towards the big table and he was also pulling Alfred along.

The agent sighed softly and rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. He let he Hatter drag him along until he was sitting on one of the big comfortable chairs around the table.

"Ah, before we have tea. Don't you think it would be a good idea to see if he can use his abilities?" The Cat appeared on one of the chairs and tilted his head, leaning his cheek against one of his hands.

"Ah yes! Yes! Alice, Alice, you have to uh…you have to learn to make people less mad!" The Hatter gave a quick nod while filling up a cup of tea for himself. He took a long sip and turned his attention towards Alfred. "Do you remember how to do it?"

Alfred hesitated to answer because once again he just wasn't feeling so good. He could remember how to use his ability pretty well, there was no doubt about it but he didn't want to use it, something inside of him was screaming at him not to do it and he truly wasn't sure why but he needed to make sure he could control it, what if the three from before came back and attacked them again, what if they were stronger in Wonderland? He didn't just want to sit back anymore, he wanted to step it up and control the situation!

"I remember how to do it, but I'm not sure if I can do it." Alfred finally said with a soft sigh.

"Try it on me." The silver haired male smiled at Alfred.

The agent stared at the cat and swallowed heavily. Slowly he got to his feet and walked around the table until he was standing in front of the smiling Ivan. He could do this, he could do this. The blond closed his eyes and raised his hands until both hands were resting on Ivan's shoulders. He could do it. He told himself once again and then his hands began to glow and wind moved around his form as a symbol appeared underneath the two. In a matter of seconds chains were slowly wrapping around Ivan and covering most of his form before shattering and turning into a gentle, white fog. The fog disappeared inside the Cat's mouth and then the glowing stopped and the symbol was gone.

Alfred opened his eyes again and took a couple of steps back, his now curious eyes staring at the cat that was still smiling except the smile was different, it didn't feel tense or creepy. It was just a nice smile that was spreading across his lips.

"Ah, it worked." The cat clapped his hands and snickered softly obviously looking pleased with what Alfred had done. "Now why not do it to the Hatter."

"NO!" Arthur screamed right away and stood up just to hide behind the chair where he had been sitting on. "Nonononono! Not that, not that now!" The Hatter was now staring at Alfred with horrified eyes, his whole form was shaking and soon enough he was crawling underneath the table where the agent couldn't see him but could still hear him mumbling something to himself.

Alfred frowned a little bit and guilt quickly filled his chest. He shook it off though and peeked underneath the table where the hatter was hugging his legs and gently rocking back and forth, his emerald eyes quickly turned towards the direction of the agent and he shook his head, his body moving back in pure panic.

"NO! Stay away, I don't want that! Not that, nononono! Stay away!" The Hatter screamed and crawled on the floor until he was on the other side of the table, peeking at Alfred and the cat.

The sunny blond stared at the hatter with an almost hurt look on his face, but slowly he moved around the table until he was standing next to the shaking hatter. The teenager was staring at him with wide eyes. He wouldn't stop trembling and even his lips were gently shaking along with his irises.

"D-don't do that to me, not that. Not that. I can help it but to be mad. I can't help it but to be insane. I don't want to be less mad." The hatter giggle but it was a nervous giggle, he almost even choked with his laugh and was slowly moving away from the sunny blond but a hand stopped him.

Alfred quickly wrapped one of his hands around the Hatter's wrist before pulling him into an embrace. He wrapped both of his arms around his smaller form and buried his face against his shoulder. "I won't do it, not anymore, not when I know it doesn't work. It's…it's wrong."

The Hatter just stared at Alfred with wide eyes before the emerald eyes softened and turned a gentle forest green. He giggled and half clung to the blond in front of him before nuzzling his cheek against Alfred's shoulder with a soft noise. "You saw the lie, you saw the lie! You saw it, you saw it, you saw it! See? I told you, I told you! I told you before that it was a lie but nononono, you did not believe me."

Alfred wasn't really sure what the Hatter was talking about but he nodded his head none the less and gently pat the other's head.

"What a wonderful reunion and here I was hoping to just steal some tea."

Ivan smiled and tilted his head, turning his head to his right to stare at the Asian male that was sitting on the table on an Indian style. "Ah, Caterpillar, how nice of you to be here."

"You brought Alice back and the Queen is knows and he is looking for you three. You better hide." The Caterpillar nodded his head slowly and jumped off of the table. He walked over to where Arthur and Alfred where before he used his pipe to gently lift Alfred's chin up. "Nice to see you again Alice. I hope you can last."

And Alfred was really hopping he would.

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