"Yo! Prez?" A voice sounded.

Alice twitched her eyes and blinked them open several times before looking up. Through her blurry vision she saw Alfred standing over her. Groggily Alice sat up and rubbed her eyes.

"What are you doing here, Jones?" She questioned.

"What's with calling me by my last name?" He ignored her question.

"Since you refuse to call me by my first name, It's only appropriate that I do the same." She reasoned. "Now why are you here?"

"Stopped by to get my skateboard." He replied.

Alice waved him off and stood up, walking over to retrieve his board from the lost and found. Picking it up she went back and handed it to him.

"Here." She groaned and rubbed her right temple. "Just don't hit anyone."

Alfred took it back happily, then looked back at her with what seemed to be concern.

"Are you okay?" The American asked.

"Why do you care?" She snapped and plopped back into her chair.

"Hey, I was just wondering. No need to bite my head off." He said back defensively.

"I did no such thing." She retorted. Sliding her glasses back on, Alice returned to her work. Checking her phone she saw that it was now six. She groaned once again. Alice wanted to much to slam her head into the table. Her pile was still quite large, and there was no way she'd get home in time for dinner. Plus she still had all of her own homework to get done. Sighing in dismay, Alice got to work on the first sheet, trying desperately to get it done and move on to the next.

"What'cha working on?" Alfred voice popped in.

"Balance checks, now go away." The sun blond muttered.

"No way a hero like me can leave a girl your size to walk home alone!" He refused to leave and sat at one of the cubicles and played on his phone. "You know you'll never get a guy to like you if you're constantly working." He warned her in a joking voice.

"Like you know anything about relationships?" She mocked and moved onto a new sheet.

"Of matter of fact I do! I happen to have a smoking hot girlfriend." He bragged. Alice dropped her pencil and snapped her head over to look at him.

"G-girlfriend?" Alice echoed in shock.

"Yep! My smoking. Hot. Girlfriend." He said slowly to tease her, grinning at her. 'I'm his girlfriend?' Alice wondered in disbelief. 'But we've only had one date!'

"She's an artist. Bright pink hair, forest green eyes, and a sexy slim body. Small chest though." He hummed with his eyes close in reminiscence. Alice felt a chill up her back, feeling slightly uncomfortable being described in that way, especially when Alfred wore a face like he was undressing her in his mind. She had half a mind to slap him right there.

"So you're after her body?" Alice concluded, feeling a bit offended.

"While that is important, that isn't the only thing that attracts me to her." Alfred told her and opened his eyes again. Alice turned away from her work, becoming interested in what he had to say. "She's funny and talented, she isn't to generic like other girls. She also has this air of mystery to her that makes me want to know more." He described who he thought was England. Alice felt extremely touched by his compliments, even if they were technically about her alter ego and wasn't said directly to her face. However she felt like his words were too good to be real. There was no way she could really be described that way, she was too boring. The girl he was dating was really just a delusion she created and he thought to be real.

"She sounds too good to be true." Alice commented and turned back to her paperwork.

"What that supposed to mean?" Alfred demanded.

"It means that she's a fraud. She's only faking interest in order to play you. It's not like she has any real feelings for you-"

Alice was suddenly interrupted by searing pain in her left cheek as Alfred slapped her across the face. Alice fell out of her chair and onto the floor. Her glasses flew off somewhere she didn't know. Looking up in blurry vision, Alice saw that Alfred was staring down at her in complete rage.

"Shut the fuck up! You don't know a thing about her!"" He roared at her in fury.

"And do you?" She challenged. Alfred picked her up by her collar and simply glared. Alice stared back and said nothing more. Closing her eyes, she waited for another blow to follow. But instead she was set back on the ground. Alice opened her eyes and looked on in question. Alfred kept his eyes covered with his bangs and turned.

"You better watch your step, Prez." He grinded his teeth in a growl, then walked out of the room.

Alice watched him go until he was out of sight. When he left, she picked herself up and sat herself down at her desk. "Perhaps I went to far." She sighed. She aloud her doubt in herself to cloud her judgment, because that's how she saw herself. She was a fraud, living a lie, trying to escape reality through music and the band. Alfred deserved someone better than her, that slap was completely justified. She wasn't even sure how she felt about Alfred. When she's Alice, he's rude, mocking, and harmful. But when she was England he's kind, gentle, and relaxed. She couldn't tell who was the real Alfred.

Alice sat in the room working until the light faded and the room grew dark. Finishing her work, she packed it away in her file cabinet. Gathering her things, she locked the council room and headed out into the court yard, then left the academy grounds. Walking back in silence, Alice felt lost in her thoughts about what had transpired. What in earth had possessed her to say things like that? And why would he act that way if it was only a game to him?... or was it?

Alice was so absorbed in her own thoughts that she was caught by complete surprise when a hand pulled her into an alley and covered her mouth.

"Hey look, Jason. Fresh meat." The man holding her breathed heavily.

"She looks young, Johnny. You think she's still a virgin?" A man who stood in front of her walked up and rubbed his hand up her leg. Alice looked at him in horror, realizing their intentions.

"Let's find out." The man who held her laughed and licked her hurt cheek. Alice squirmed in horror as the one in front of her began to undress her. The man behind her moved her head to side to suck on her neck, while at the same time grabbing her ass. The man in front ripped at her shirt, tearing it open. When he reached a hand under her skirt is when she was met with complete fear. Lifting a leg, she aimed and kneed him in his gut, sending him back a bit. Biting the man's hand over her mouth, she made him let go as he shouted in pain.

"HELP!" She screamed out, but was quickly silenced when the man in front punched her in her face .

"You little bitch! Your going to pay for that!" He growled and pulled his fist back to punch her again, this time hitting her gut. Again he pulled back to strike her, however he was suddenly kicked over as a third man showed up on the scene.

"Alfred!" She gasped, not caring that she used his first name.

Said man turned towards her with a face of pure hate that scared her, although it wasn't aimed at her, but the man holding her. Alfred decked the man right in his nose, making him fall back into the alley wall. Alfred punched him over and over again before he could get up and ended up knocking him out. The other man then came barreling at him yelling and uppercutted Alfred in the chin. Alfred fell back a bit then aimed a kick at gut. The man caught his foot and knocked him off his balance. With Alfred now on his back, the man hopped on him and continuously pounded him in the head. Not being able to sit and watch, Alice ran up and leapt on his back. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she began to chock him and leaned back to pull him off Alfred. The man stood up and slammed her into the wall but she didn't let go. He did it again with more force. Alice fell off and coughed up blood.

"That's it bitch!" The man shouted and aimed a foot at her head, but was stopped with a swing to the head, effectively knocking him out cold.

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Alfred panted and let out a heavy sigh. Turning to her, his glare eased a bit, but deepened by her appearance. Parts of her clothes were ripped, exposing her bra and parts of her stomach, which was turning purple; she had blood on her face, and both her cheeks were bruised. He felt a pang of guilt knowing that he had caused one of them. Walking over to her, he knelt down in front of her and covered her with his jacket, then used the sleeve to wiped off some of the blood.

"You know," Alfred began. "When I said to watch yourself. This isn't what I meant." He tried to light the mood. Alice only gave a soft grunt in what seemed to be a pathetic attempt at a chuckle. Alfred sighed and sat next to her. He had been on his way to apologize for the slap, but also to get an apology from her, when he suddenly heard her scream. He had come running only to see two men molesting and hurting the Prez. As a hero he couldn't let anyone get away for a crime like that.

"Let's call your parents." He said. Alice nodded and pulled out her phone, handing it too him. For a second Alfred felt a twitch of familiarity, this was the same kind of phone that England had. Alfred ignored that thought and hit her emergency dialer, contacting her parents and explained the situation, then he called the cops. Alice kept her eyes on the ground, refusing to look at him.

"Are you okay?" He asked her quietly. Alice nodded back hesitantly, though he could see right through her. He knew she was terrified.

"I'm sorry..." She whispered.

"For what?" He inquired her, though he knew for. He just wanted to hear her say it.

"For what I said about your girlfriend... I shouldn't have said all of that without knowing how she feels about you." She responded in a cracked voice.

"It's okay. Honestly I don't know much about her." Alfred admitted, though he hated to. It was true, he knew nothing about her life outside the band, or even her real name.

"That's fine though isn't it? That just means you get to spend more time with her and learn, little by little. The you'll know, if she really has feelings for you." She expressed whimsically, then looking over with a small smile. "I bet she does." Just then a look of realization passed, but Alfred paid no attention to it. Smiling he grunted in agreement and looked up at the sky.

Alice began to shudder, so being the hero he was, he worked his left arm around her shoulders. Strangely enough Alice leaned into him and began to cry.

They sat in silence until the police finally arrived and took the two men away. They questioned both him and Alice. He got off any punishment in defense of another. When Alice's family arrived, what he guessed were all of her siblings swarmed her and asked there own question, generally to see if she was okay. They all look extremely worried. Then an older woman, who Alfred assumed was her mother, walked up to her, face full of disapproval and disappointment. Alice immediately looked down in shame.

"Alice, Copriti. Sei davanti a un uomo." She told her daughter. (Alice, cover yourself. You're in front of a man.)

"Mi dispiace tanto, Madre." Alice replied to the woman and wrapped Alfred's jacket around her more tightly. (I'm sorry, mother.)

"Sali in macchina." Her mother commanded. (Get in the car.)

"Sì, Madre." (Yes, mother.)

Alice looked back at Alfred with a sad face, then limped away with the help of two ginger boys, and got in the car, the woman following her. The interaction between the mother and daughter left him puzzled.

A hand on his shoulder made him jump and look back. "Thanks for saving our sister lad." A brunette man with eyebrows similar to Alice, although hers weren't as bushy, smiled at him. "We appreciate it, so does our mother, even though she doesn't show it."

"Can I ask why she acted like she had a stick in her ass?" Alfred questioned.

A red head with the same eyebrows then walked up to him with a laugh. "Ma's always been that way with her since she's the only girl. Forced her to work twice as hard and learn six languages. Probably why Alice turned out to such a stick-in-the-mud herself." The red head explained.

"Either way, thank you..." The brunette dragged out in question.

"Alfred F. Jones." He answered.

"I'm Dylan Kirkland, and this is Scott." He introduced himself and his brother. "I'm glad Alice found a friend like you." He smiled and then left to the car as well.

Friend?

Alfred shook his head. Why would he ever want to be friends with that stuck up Queen? Although hearing about why she is how she is made him understand a bit more, that didn't mean that she couldn't stand to be a bit nicer. While walking away Alfred pulled out his phone and pulled up a picture. One of Alice asleep on her desk, which he took right before he woke her up. Wondering why he took it, or better yet why he kept it, he switched to another and stared at the picture of England on stage and smiled. The only one he could possibly want to get close to is England. Although calling her by a country name was strange. He'd have to think of a nickname.

...

"You were attacked by two men?" Kiku's voice sounded from the end of the line.

"Yeah. Jumped me when I was walking home." Alice replied. She had decided to call Kiku and tell him about what happened after she had been checked by the family doctor. She was now currently sitting at her desk in her room working on Algebra homework.

"Are you okay? What happened? What did they do?" He said with slight panic.

"I'm fine, just a few bruises. They didn't get far, only a feel. Alfred then came in and helped me." She told him.

"Alfred was there?"

"Yeah. Suddenly showed up after our fight."

"You fought with Alfred? What about?"

"I bad mouthed England and said she was playing him."

"...But you're England."

"I know. It's just that, to me this was all a game. But when I asked him to describe 'her' to me her was sincere. So I told him the truth, sorta."

"Is it a game to you?"

"Well no... I thought he was playing me, but now that I know he isn't... I don't know."

"You like him."

"What?! No! He's rude! He constantly mocks me, and-"

"-And saves you? Makes you feel special?"

"..."

"If you don't want to give him a chance as Alice. Then give him a chance as England. Maybe you'll be able to love both sides of him."

"...Okay. But he's not going to find out I'm Alice. I can't let my reputation get ruined."

"Of course."

Alice hung up and sighed loudly. Rubbing her aching side, she desperately tried to focus on her work, but found herself still distracted. Suddenly a buzz rung from her phone. Alice turned it over to see Alfred's name pop up.

Alfred: I just thought of a nickname for you.

Alfred: What do you think of Iggy?

You: Sounds cute.

Alfred: Yay!

Alfred: Do you wanna go on another date? ;)

You: Sure, when?

Alfred: How about dinner after Band Bash?

You: Sounds good. I'll see you then.

Alfred: Kk, see you beautiful.

Alice felt her cheeks heat up at the last sentence, a bit embarrassed but also flattered. This could work couldn't it? She can be with Alfred as England and be nothing as Alice. That way no one has to no about her double life, she can continue with her work and with her band, and be with Alfred at the same time. This would work out fine. Right?

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Ahhh I love this story so much! If you weren't aware, chapters 4 and 5 were updated at the same time last week so if you haven't read them, go read them!

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