Perhaps she made a mistake. It seemed like a good idea at the time, the only idea at the time, but now she now sees that the truth was actually harder to reveal than she thought. She wanted his trust, wanted their relationship to back to the way it was, but it was hard when she was constantly holding back. Alfred, as well, become distant and cold. Whenever they would see each other, as England, he would be quick to question her and slow to comfort. He didn't even want to hold her hand anymore, let alone kiss her, Alice was beginning to feel more and more alone in this relationship, even though it had been a little over a week since he had discovered her lies.

Not knowing what else to do to fix everything Alice had kept her promise and revealed one truth everyday, but at this rate she was afraid that he would find out who she is before she tells him. Most of the time she will start the game of truths, but other times he would ask her something specific, and those questions were always the most dangerous. But she did her best to stay truthful.

Over the passing days her brother and Kiku had noticed her depressing demeanor, though she tried to hide it. Both of them had offered her advice; Dylan, not knowing the cause of her mood, suggested she vent it out to someone she trusted, offering himself as a candidate. Alice thanked him, but stayed silent as to why she had been acting this way.

Kiku, who knew everything, told her to move on past Alfred and accept a break up. Alice knew that her best friend had disapproved of the American from pretty much the begging, but she still wasn't ready to admit that he was right, thinking she could still handle all that was going on.

Alice sighed as she looked over texts from the past week. True to her word, she would reveal one thing about her each day, but with each truth Alfred became more and more impatient to know more, especially about her identity. She didn't know how to respond to him because she didn't want to lie, but she didn't want to tell him either. Telling Alfred who she was would only serve to further complicate and even ruin their relationship. If nothing else, she wanted to at least preserve their friendship.

She scrolled further down their conversation.

[Jun. 1]

Alfred: What's your real name?

You: I can't tell you.

Alfred: Tomorrow then?

You: No, not at all.

Alfred: why not?

You: It will ruin everything.

Alfred: Your lying has already done that

Alfred: If I don't even know who my girlfriend is then I don't think i can continue this relationship

You: You started it without knowing, so how is know different?

Alfred: Because i trusted you then

Alfred: until you want to tell me who you are, i don't want to talk or meet up

You: I wish I could, but I have too much working against me. I'm sorry.

[Jun. 2]

You: I wear a wig.

[Jun. 3]

You: I wear glasses.

[Jun. 4]

You: I don't usually wear punk clothes, only to Bash.

Alfred hadn't replied to her for three days after their fight over her identity, but she didn't break her promise, even if her never paid attention. Alice was starting to worry that her identity was the only way to fix everything because she was too scared of what might happen after. He'd most definitely feel betrayed that he's secretly been dating his best friend without knowing it. She was scared that he'd hate her, that he'd leave her.

Deciding to put her phone down and return to the work she was supposed to be doing, as the only reason she had decided to stay after school until four was to take off some of her load.

Alice sat in her dark oak wood office and diligently worked on the event organizer that Chelles gave to her. In four weeks, in the first week of june, the last week of school, the academy was throwing a bazaar of sorts. Kiku had suggested it and the idea had been well received by all the council chairs, so they set Chelles, as the head of the Event Committee, to lead and organize it. However, they had been met with quite a few set backs and rocks in the road, the major one being entertainment. Chelles couldn't handle it all as they work piled up, and two of her members are out sick, so Alice had offered to take off some of the load; knowing full well that she too much on her back already. With the final exams coming up, her duties as president, and her trying to regain Alfred's trust as Iggy, she was starting to becoming immensely stressed out.

"Woah, better watch that face or it'll get stuck that way." Alfred jokingly warned her as he walked into her office, closing the door behind him, and pulling the blinds down on the hallway window. This making Alice feel a little wary, but she didn't think too much about it.

"What do you want, Alfred?" Alice asked. "I'm a bit busy at the moment."

"Just thought I'd stop by to bug you a bit." He claimed with a shit-eating grin and sat down on top of her desk.

"Well it's working, now go so I can focus." She bit back and playfully pushed his head away. Alfred turned on the desk so he was lying perpendicularly across it, his head hanging off the side, above her lap.

"Oh, Alice, your words wound me!" He cried out in fake hurt and reached for the ceiling in an unnecessary fashion.

"Not as much as my fist if you don't leave!" Alice jingled and shoved Alfred of off her desk with all her might. "Run along, I have important paperwork to take care of."

Alfred fell to the carpeted floor in a large heap strait on his but, rubbing his head, which smacked the desk. Getting up again he walked around the desk slowly, his face unreadable, and came up behind her saying, "You need to learn how to relax with..." He drew his hands to her sides. Alice felt a twinge of fear at what he was getting at, but was quickly, and pleasantly, surprised. "The tickle monster!" Alfred shouted and began to relentlessly tickle her sides and stomach. Alice immediately busted out a chorus of laughs as she tried to get up and escape him, but ended up having him run after her.

"St-stop it Alfred!" She howled in laughter, desperately trying, but failing, to push him away.

"I didn't know you were this ticklish! " Alfred grinned wickedly and tickled under her armpits, trapping her between him and a bookshelf. Falling to the carpeted floor, Alice thrashed around to try and make him cease.

"No not there!" Alice tried to yell at him but couldn't stop laughing. "It hurts!" She cried out as actual tears fell from her face, her breath now labored as her laughing had restricted her from breathing properly. Alfred finally stopped and Alice collapsed there on the ground, panting heavily, in a hot and crying mess, with Alfred kneeling right beside her. Alfred looked at her position with a slight blush on his face.

"You're so dead." Alice huffed breathlessly and tried to get up, propping herself up in her elbows, but was stopped when Alfred slid on top of her, with both his legs on either side of her and his hands beside her head.

"Well then I better protect myself." He gazed into her eyes with soft, lustful eyes that hid a deeper emotion that she fearfully recognized. Trapping her head between his two large hands, moving his right knee in between her upper thighs. Running a delicate hand through her hair, he stared intensely and took note of every detail.

"Your hair is turning white, is it because your stressed?" He asked softly.

"My life's been hectic lately." She responded whilst trying to escape. "Would you mind getting your fat ass off of me?"

"I don't know," Alfred chuckled, leaning in hellishly slow to where their noses were just barely touching, "Maybe if you were to beg me, Miss President." He said as he gradually swooped his head down next to her delicate face. Alice felt her heart beat thunderously against her chest, loud enough for him to hear she was sure, yet she poorly attempted to feign composure, as if she wasn't totally flipping out inside at the moment.

"Bite me." She retorted with no sting.

"May I?" The American asked non-rhetorically. Alice blinked but said nothing in agreement nor disagreement, her words caught in her throat. When Alfred received no answer he continued on as if she had told him yes.

Leaning in tortuously slow, Alfred placed his chapped lips on her soft ones. Alice was too shell shocked by his actions to properly process what was going on and simply lied there underneath him, glued to the ground. Subconsciously she found herself kissing back, perhaps out of habit, or a need she had been without since Alfred had pulled away from her as Iggy.

Alfred was initially surprised by her response, but quickly overcame his shock and kissed her with such a ferocity that seemed so different as to when she was Iggy. For all the time that they had been together, Alfred has never once kissed her with such passion and hunger, even before the fight. It surprised her, put an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach, and yet set her skin burning on fire. She loved it, wanted more.

Alfred pulled himself up into a sitting position and rested his back on the bookshelf, bringing Alice up with him and rested her on his lap. Alfred let go of her wrists and quickly began kissing her again, wrapping his arms around her waist and landing them on her hips. Alfred licked her bottom lip, requesting access into her mouth, which she allowed.

Alfred then instantly delved his tongue into her mouth and began to explore every corner of the inside. Alice didn't bother to fight for dominance and ran her fingers through his hair, pulling hard at his roots, becoming anxious to feel the boy in front of her. Alfred left her mouth and turned his attention on her neck, lapping at her skin and suckling on her throat. Alice moaned and pulled her head back, providing Alfred more room to work. Her breathing was heavy, mixed with constant groans, her glasses fogged with hot air from their sticky breaths. Alfred looked at her with ravenous eyes and licked up her neck and higher onto her pale face, leaving hard to cover hickies here and there.

Hands still on her hips, Alfred began rocking her lower regions back and forth, hard, on his already heated crotch, creating hot friction between them. Alice mewled desperately in pleasure, squeezing her eyes closed, biting her lip. Alfred grinned at the reaction his action caused and moved even faster, returning his tongue to her mouth. Changing positions once again, Alfred laid Alice back on her backside, while continuing to rub his cloth covered erection against her. Alice, lost in the pleasure of this new found experience, did nothing to stop him but increase her moans. Using his now free hands, Alfred moved them up to her uniform and gingerly began to undo the buttons on her uniform's overalls, then switched his hands over to take off her shirt. This action was what finally snapped her back to reality, snapping her eyes open, Alice hastily shoved Alfred off of her.

"I'm sorry!" He apologized loudly and backed away. "I should have asked for permission!"

Though what had just happened shock her, disgusted her even, that's not what made Alice push him away. It's when she realized what they were doing that made her do that. She sat there on the ground with the top of her uniform almost completely removed, hot, sweaty, bothered, and completely embarrassed. She just realized who she was to him at the moment. Not his girlfriend, not England. But Alice, his best friend.

"You have a girlfriend." Alice reminded him, looking down at her knees.

"She..." He stopped as if he had just remembered that crucial fact as well. "She doesn't have to know." The American decided.

"Doesn't have to know?" She echoed angrily. "So I'm just a side bitch to you?"

"No! I..I...l-like you." Alfred confessed with a flushed and embarrassed face. Alice blinked in surprise and took a step away from him. "I love you." He continued on. "Over the past few months I've found myself slowly falling you."

Alice couldn't help the sense of joy that enveloped her from his words, this is what she had wanted for so long. Then she snapped back to the situation at hand, and a strong feeling of anger enveloped her.

"So you're just going to cheat?" She accused him, feeling incredibly hurt.

"Well I'm having a bit of a rough patch with England. I was planning to break up with her."

"And immediately switch to me like a fuckboy?" Alice accused lividly.

"No, I was going to wait. I just-"

"Couldn't bare to keep it in your pants?"

"I. Am. Sorry!" Alfred yelled at her, seemingly pissed at her that she wouldn't let him explain himself. But really, did he even need to?

"Did you expect me to be with you, knowing that you're fucking somebody else?!" Alice demanded.

"For fucks sake Alice, I wasn't planning to fuck you the second I broke up with her!"

"Then why'd you do it?" She asked in a slightly quieter tone, allowing him to speak.

"What do you want me to say, huh? I got ahead of myself. I got horny." He said dramatically as if what he had just done had no other explanation. "I thought you liked me."

"I did." She grumbled and got up from the floor, stomping towards the door. Panicked, Alfred got up and ran in front of her, blocking the exit.

"Wait Alice, please try and understand." He begged.

"What?" She seethed, crossing her arms.

"I do love you, I just really fucked up, please don't go." He said to her, losing his anger, instead becoming desperate, his eyes pleading. Alice however, still to overcome by seething rage, let out a heavy breath and braced herself. Losing all of her previous fear, she decided to let the truth come out.

"You know what you shit bag- this is actually perfect, since I now know what you really are, I can let you know who I really am." She spat with a venomous tone. Looking puzzled, he questioned what she meant. So she clarified.

"You wanted to know my identity right?" She challenged. Alfred still slightly confused, continued to look at her, until it registered in his brain that he had asked only one person that.

"You...you're…?" He breathed in disbelief, his eyes wide, throat dry. He didn't want to believe it, but it fit together too well for it to be a mistake.

"I'm England." Alice revealed, every inch of fear in her brain now dissipated, replaced with rage. The look in his eyes spoke his every thought, as if she could read his mind. He was stunned by shock and disbelief, but that soon gave way to hurt and sorrow, which finalized his state of mind also with rage, equal if not greater than hers.

"So it was you… the whole fucking time it was you!" He cursed at her, throwing his arms down, kicking the door out of anger, leaving the wood slightly cracked and splintered. "So you played me for the past five months! You devious-"

"Shut the fuck up! You're the one who went and cheated, you sick bastard!"

"How is it cheating if your the same fucking person?"

"Did you know that? In your puny brain I was two different people, you whore!"

"It wouldn't have been this way if it wasn't for your constant lying!"

"It wouldn't have been a lie if you had just let me tell you that time in March! How was I supposed to tell you I was England if you said straight up I had no chance with you?"

"I was trying to be loyal and not hurt your feelings."

"And what a great job you did at that."

"What about you, to scared and weak to tell me who you were? Didn't trust me enough, too busy hiding from the world?

"It was the only way to stay your girlfriend."

"Well your not my girlfriend anymore!" He yelled out, quickly becoming a deafening silence as the two of them let those words and their meaning sink in. Both of them had fallen in love and fought hard for their relationship, only to have it ripped apart.

"So… we're breaking up?" Alice questioned in a hushed, almost unheard, tone. Her face had gone from red hot anger to a pale white of fear. Alfred's face had reacted in a similar way. He didn't want this to end, Alice was everything to him, but was it worth all of the lies and hurt? He didn't know, he didn't know what to do.

"Were we ever truly together?" He answered her question with his own question. Alice looked down and let out a heavy, sad, breath.

"I guess not." She said back, her voice wistful and void of it usual luster.

The answer was clear to both of them now, they were over. Neither of them moved, not knowing what to do, their fight and moment still fresh in their heads. The both asked themselves where they had each went wrong, and both of them decided at the beginning. This never should have happened, if they had remained enemies, if she had never accepted his offer, then they wouldn't be hurting the way they did. Now in this moment, they felt no thankfulness for all of the good times, just regret.

"I did love you." Alfred murmured lightly, as if any loud noise would shatter the world around them.

"Me too." Alice responded sniffling, not able to stop the tears prom prickling the corner of her eyes. "Just go."

Taking the first step, Alfred turned away, saying nothing, and walked away out the door. Sparing a single glance back when he closed the door. Their eyes met for only a split second, but it was enough for them to each see the pain they had inflicted on each other.

When he left Alice felt her knees give in and she fell to the ground. Tears began to cascade from her face as she curled up in a ball on the floor. Nothing mattered anymore. Everything she had worked for, fought for, it was all lost.

Not having the strength or the will to walk home, Alice took out her phone and called Kiku. After two rings he picked up, and she asked him to come get her from the school. He immediately heard the sadness in her voice and asked what her was wrong. Where does she start? Everything was wrong her her mind at the moment, the floor had been removed from under her feet and she felt herself falling. Alice was threw with lies, that's what got her to where she was, but she wanted to tell him face to face, not over the phone. So her only response was, "You were right."

When her true best friend appeared at her door and saw her sobbing on the ground upon walking into her office, he hastily dropped to his knees beside her to comfort her. Not moving her right away, instead, sitting with her on the carpet with Alice, rubbing circles into her back as she sobbed into his chest. And even though she couldn't see his face from his lap, Alice knew that Kiku was undoubtedly consumed with fury, not at her, at Alfred.

"You were right, Kiku." She sobbed. "You were right about everything!" Alice then went on to spill about everything that had happened, even about their 'heated moment'. Kiku kept quite and offered her kind words, letting her let out her heart and soul to him, like she used to do. And even though he didn't say it, he was proven right about Alice's relationship with Alfred. He knew it wouldn't last, even Francis had confronted him with the same hunch.

He had warned her about him, that she would only get hurt, but she didn't listen. Now look at her.

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Hey everyone! Sorry if this made you uncomfortable at all. This scene has been what I've been wanting to built up to since the beginning. Now that their relationship is broken, they're going to have to fix it. But don't worry this fic isn't meant to be sad.

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