Alice was alone as she stumbled to her house. Opening the door she was met with an angry scot, a passive welsh man, and a disappointed Irish woman. All of them looked at the girl with three distinct emotions until the English girl let go of her strong façade. Her lips quivered to keep a smile, her eyes stung and tears poured out, and her arms wrapped around her as she fell to the ground. She wept.

The three softened their looks and the scot walked up to her and hugged her lightly. "Albion… I'm disappointed. Why do you only know how to hurt others?" Was all the man whispered before getting up and walking out the door.

Alice awoke from her dream that she had almost every night after the armada with tears running down her face. She was alone in a dark room. She held herself lightly "I don't know, Alba… I don't know. I'm a monster…"she said lightly replying to her dream. It was the day she beat the armada. It was also the day she lost her husband.

She gained pride, and lost love. It was as vivid as the day; centuries could not heal her broken heart. She cried softly at the fond memories she had with her lover, but all those memories where always followed with the memory of how she fucked up the only thing that truly anchored her.

Alice got ready for the day; the next meeting was to be held today. She couldn't help but feel something was off today, or something would be off. But she shrugged it off as the lack of sleep she had.

She walked out the door, locked it, turned around, and stared at the man walking down the hall. "Antonio…" she said to herself. She felt a small tear roll down her cheek. She wiped it away in confusion before cursing lightly and turning back to unlock her room.

"Damn it…" she whispered before sliding down, back to the door. She bawled. "What is wrong with me?" she asked through tears. Was she not able to see her Ex without crying? She did it yesterday, and many times before, what was so different today?

"Where is England?" Germany said while taking attendance.

"Maybe she is sleeping?" Italy asked.

"Non, she wakes up at Six every day."

"Hahaha! Britain is late!"

"Shut up, America! No one wants to hear you!" Romano yelled across the table. He took out his phone and texted the only one not allowed in meetings. "Check on England, she is late."

"She is going to mess up the plan! I'm on it!"

Romano turned off is phone and looked at Antonio, seeing the man hide his distressed emotion made the Italian slightly unease, this is the man that basically raised him, and it didn't feel right to see him so upset.

Prussia reached England's door and knocked lightly "Alice! Yo! The awesome me is here!"

He almost thought she had already left and went to the meeting. That is until he heard a small voice speak "go away…"

"Look, Ali, you are missing the meeting and you are going to throw the whole pl- planet out of rotation…. If you don't go."

"I'm content with staying her, go take notes for me."

"I-"he paused suddenly getting an idea, "Okay. I need your papers though!" He heard the door unlock and open slightly. The Prussia took the opportunity to stick his foot in the cracked door, and push it wider with a bump of his hip. This sent the Brit stumbling back a bit and falling. "I win." Was what the Prussian said with a grin before taking in his area.

The girl was on the ground looking like a mess, her hair looked disorganized, her makeup was smudged, her eyes were puffy and it looked as though she cried for hours. The room was dark, curtains closed only letting in a bit of light, books were knocked off the night stand, blankets and sheets were thrown off the bed, glass was on the floor from where the mirror would be, and it looked like there was some sort of wording on the glass. All in all, Alice looked as though she had a break down.

The girl refused to look at the Prussian.

Gilbert shut and locked the door, then opened the curtains, turned on the lights and hugged the small, trembling girl. "There there, let's get you cleaned up. Okay?"

Alice looked at him with strained eyes and nodded not trusting her voice. Gilbert gave a sympathetic smile and picked up the girl and carried her to the bathroom.

"You wanna tell me what happened?" Gilbert asked after he got Alice's makeup fixed and was working on brushing her hair.

"No."

"Will you please tell me what happened? I don't want you to suffer alone anymore."

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Okay." Alice started to tell the story about this morning starting with the dream and ending with walking back in the room.

"Okay, but how did all of... this" he paused gesturing to the room, "happen?"

After Alice came to terms with what she is, she couldn't help but feel angry with herself. She is a monster. She is trash. She is nothing. She pulled the curtains closed and let tears stain her eyes, she grabbed the lipstick from the counter and wrote on the small mirror by door writing "Monster" over and over again, slowly becoming more pissed.

She walked away from it and stood back and looked at her reflection behind the wording. She started to cry again. But that just made her more upset. She didn't want to cry anymore. She grabbed a brush from the small table and threw it at the mirror filling with small joy watching it break. She torn the sheets from the bed and threw them off the bed and kicked it. She smashed her tea cup and plate on the floor and started to pull her hair as she started to realize what she was doing. She slowly got on the floor and cried softly. "I am a monster…"

"I had a little… tantrum is all." Alice replied to Gilbert.

"Little?" He asked glancing around, if this was little he did not want to see what she was like after America wanted independence.

"yes."

"Well… You look presentable. Go to the meeting, I'll fix everything here."

"But… I can't let you clean my mess."

"Sure you can!" He laughed lightly,"I've go nothing else to do, besides, you are needed." He opened the door and ushered the girl out. "Now, on your way!"

"Gil?"

"Hmm?" Gilbert looked back at her.

"thanks." She smiled before walking away.

He watched her go down the hall. "You're welcome." He said knowing she couldn't hear him; he then turned to the mess that lay before him. "Now… where the hell do I start?"

Alice walked into the meeting trying to be as quite as to not be caught. She hoped her presence was not noted absent, nor did she want anyone to know she was late.

But, sadly, fate had a different idea. "Hey! Ali Is Here!" Alfred yelled, making everyone turn to face the girl who was almost in her seat.

"Fuck…" she whispered, "Sorry I'm late…?"

"As well you should be! Where were you?" Francis asked.

"What's it to you, frog?" She sighed as she sat down.

"Oh nothing, just curiosity" He replied before smirking a bit. "Tell me, ma lapin, did you have to take care of some… business?" His smirk grew into a disgusting perverted one and Alice gave him a face.

"I don't even want to know what you mean by that."

Francis sighed "I mean, did you have to Ma—"

"That's enough! We are having a meeting!" Germany yelled. "It's bad enough we were delayed, now I don't want Disruptions!"

And just as he said the meeting was resumed.

Author note: two updates today, wow. Today is productive.

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