I actually RP as Alice on a forum and... This, at first, was kind of odd... =/ But I got used to it. :)

Pairing: UKcest (Normal & Fem!)

Angst

Alice stared into the full-length mirror, appraising her appearance. Indeed, her hair was not the most beautiful in the world. It was long, blonde and tied in her usual style. It wasn't as smooth as it could be but she had no control over that whatsoever, no matter how hard she tried. Her piercing green eyes were covered by her spectacles but her bad eyesight and her aversion of putting anything into her eyes prevented her changing that part of herself. And her eyebrows… They had been thick once but, now, she had plucked them and made sure they were thin. And yet… She was still being called "Brows" like Arthur.

She lifted the tweezers and wondered how much more she should pull out. Just before she could obliterate the rest of the hair on her face, her arm was grabbed by Arthur. He had appeared out of nowhere and startled her. She stepped backwards with a gasp, dropping the tweezers.

"What are you doing?" he demanded. "Who are you doing this for?" He shook her arm slightly. Alice blinked, confused. Before she could reply, Arthur leaned closer to her, placing his forehead against hers. "I like you just the way you are…"

Fluff

Arthur rushed out of his bedroom, alarmed. He had slept in on the day of an important meeting – if he didn't hurry, he'd be late! As he hurried down the stairs, tugging on a tie, he noticed Alice waiting patiently at the bottom. "Ah, Alice," he said as he approached her. "I'm sorry but I can't-"

"I know," said Alice, smiling lightly at him. "Here," she added holding out his coat for him. She expertly helped him put it on before handing him his briefcase. "All your important papers are in there along with your lunch in a separate box. And this is your breakfast." She handed him a piece of already buttered toast and a scone along with a flask, obviously full of tea. Before he took them, Arthur gave Alice a grateful hug.

"You're the best," he sighed happily as he took his things, watching her blush before turning and hurrying off.

Humour

Arthur hurried into Alice's wardrobe, leaving the door open a crack so he could see out. She would love this surprise, she really would – and he wanted to be there when she saw it. He watched her enter the room, yawning and stretching. Without looking at the dress laid out neatly on the bed, she began to undress in front of the wardrobe.

Arthur's breath caught in his throat as he realised she was getting ready for bed – and that her nightdress was in the wardrobe. Having taken off her shirt, she opened the wardrobe only to freeze as she noticed Arthur inside. She stared at him; he stared sheepishly back.

Smut

Still kissing her, Arthur's hand dropped from her cheek and travelled downwards. He made a detour at her breasts, under her bra, circling a nipple lightly. He heard her gasp as she pulled away slightly; he followed, bringing her back into the kiss. She smiled into it and he closed his eyes in pleasure. Then he dipped his hand further down to the edge of her pants. Again, she pulled away slightly, gasping. This time, however, after looking at him, she closed her eyes and leaned back into the kiss.

He pushed a finger under the thin material of her pants and moved it downwards until he heard a gasp once again. He began rub at that part of her until she pulled away slightly from the kiss, starting to pant. "Ar-Arthur…" gasped Alice.

Au/Crossover (Harry Potter)

Alice hurried towards the steps to the dungeons, clutching her Potions book. It was her first Potions lesson and she was late – she had gotten lost between her common room and the Entrance Hall. As she reached the doorway to the dungeons, she bumped into someone. "Oh, I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed, glancing round at the person.

He stared blankly back at her, the boy with the blonde hair and green eyes. The green eyes were very pretty and drew her in before she realised that he was wearing a green and silver tie. To begin with, she thought that it was a great coincidence that it matched his eyes. Then she realised it was a Slytherin tie. They stared at each other for a few more moments before both backing away to let the other through the door.

(Siblings)

Alice stared at her clasped hands as her step-father lectured her. She had wandered off from her friends whilst at the zoo and had caused a scare. Everyone had searched for her and, when they found her idly licking at an ice cream, her summoned step-father was furious. Now he was telling her the importance of sticking together and telling her step-brother to stay with her for the rest of the day.

Alice gasped and leapt to her feet. She couldn't stay with Arthur all day – today was her day off from her complicated feelings for him. Today was supposed to be the day she sorted everything out in her head and determined what to do next. She stared wide-eyed at her brother who was red-faced before she suddenly turned to his father. "I hate you!" she screamed at him before rushing off followed by yells.

Kinky

Alice smiled at Arthur as he handed her ice cream over. He had bought her a Twister and he was about to bite into a Magnum. She watched him have difficulty getting the chocolate to behave for him and giggled. He gave her a look which clearly meant 'don't laugh!' She just smiled at him before licking at her own ice cream.

Using a finger to push a bit of chocolate fully into his mouth, he stared at her, watching her tongue dart out and lick it. After watching for a minute, he realised that she was staring back at him and smiling in a rather mischievous manner. He was about to draw his eyes away from her when she suddenly slipped her lips gently over the end of the cylindrical ice cream. Then she pushed half of it in further. He stared wide eyed as her tongue roamed over the ice cream, caressing and licking it gently. It was only when he felt something drop onto his foot that he realised that his ice cream was melting. He hastily looked away and began to mop up the melting mess. Alice just grinned, enjoying her ice cream and his reaction.

Fetish

"Right, the protective charms are on. The protective spells have been cast. Considering Ivan's been on it and survived, I don't think there will be that much of a problem – I hope," said Alice. Arthur, however, still seemed rather unsure. He opened his mouth to protest and Alice sighed. "Just get in the chair!" she exclaimed, pushing him into it. She tried to ignore the impulse to grab him and haul him away. She tried to ignore the slight guilt building up inside of her.

Being successful, she straddled Arthur. "There," she said. "We're still alive." She smiled and leaned forward, nuzzling into his neck. Arthur didn't seem to be enjoying it as much.

"Really, now," he said. "Busby's Chair isn't the best of things to be doing it on. Can't we use another…?" He trailed off with a moan as Alice bit him gently. She sat up and looked down at him, shaking her head.

"Isn't this exciting?" she said before leaning forward again to whisper in his ear. "We could die any minute – isn't that exhilarating?"

Hurt/Comfort

Alice looked down at the strange man at the side of the road. He seemed to be wearing a disguise – she could see where the black wig was coming off to show the blonde hair underneath. His glasses were broken but, looking for indents where they should sit, she could see none, indicating that he didn't usually wear them. There was blood at the shoulder of his shirt which was lopsided and ripped, showing his chest to the world. His arm also had a long gash on it. After a moment of deliberation, she decided to help him out.

Two days later, Alice was changing the dressing on his arm when he awoke. Her eyes widened as she spotted the brilliant green eyes staring back at her own. She halted what she was doing and hurriedly held out a hand to stop him getting up. "Don't move," she said softly. "You've been hurt and you should rest, Mr Kirkland. Let me finish this and I'll get you something to eat." She resumed her task of unwrapping the old bandage.

"Kirk… land?" murmured the man, his voice hoarse. The way he said it indicated to Alice that he probably had amnesia.

"Oh… Yes, I found your wallet. Your name is Arthur Kirkland. Though I'm not sure why you had on a wig and spectacles when you don't need either…" She pulled the bandages clear and glanced at him again, a concerned look briefly crossing her face.

First Love

Alice opened her locker at work to find a rose sitting in the emptiness. She stared at it, wide-eyed for a moment before gently removing it. The girls beside her began to coo and speculate as to who it could be. None of them suggested their boss, Mr Kirkland, the one person Alice hoped it would be – not that she would tell anyone about this. She had seen him once and felt her heart skip a beat. Walking past his office brought her out in a nervous sweat. She hated it but would desperately love the rose to be from him. She sighed at the impossibility of this – Mr Kirkland was so distant and evasive, so he probably hadn't noticed her.

The next day, Alice opened her locker to find two red roses. She stared at it, shocked. Who on Earth would willingly place flowers into her locker? Once again, the women around her cooed and speculated. Exasperated and annoyed at their invasion of her privacy, she clicked her tongue loudly as a group of men passed – Mr Kirkland among them. "I prefer white roses, actually. Red brings back horrible memories of the boy next door – he was French and annoying. His garden was covered in them."

Fantasy

"What are you doing?!" Arthur demanded.

Alice shrugged. "I thought I would help out – after all, there were more men than you could handle."

Arthur grabbed the sword from her hand. "You are the princess. Do not put yourself in danger so easily!"

"If one of my subjects is in trouble, I will do everything in my power to protect them!"

Horror

Alice huddled in the wardrobe, hugging her knees, rocking backwards and forwards slightly. She no longer had any weapons. She had nothing to use as a shield. Her friends had all died. She was on her own. She wished they had never rented the house for the night. She closed her eyes tight and wished hard for her friends to reappear. A thought occurred to her – she had never seen Arthur killed. He had just disappeared…

At that moment, the doors were thrown open and, as Alice shrunk back, she realised that Arthur was standing over her. "Arthur!" she screamed in delight. She leapt at him, wrapping her arms around his neck. His arms were suddenly round her waist, holding her tightly. "You're alive!" she exclaimed as she fully broke down on his shoulder.

Adventure

Alice shielded her eyes from the sun, looking into the distance. The temple was twinkling in the distance. "It looks like we're not too far!" she exclaimed, kicking her heels together to encourage the horse to continue forward. "Why do you ask?" she added over her shoulder.

Arthur guided his own horse forward until he was keeping pace with Alice. "Oh, nothing," he said, rather breezily. "No real reason. Unless you count a rather large amount of horses and angry men ridingthose horses as reason for asking. Yah!" he added, slapping the reins and kicking his heels again. The horse picked up the pace across the plain, soon leaving Alice behind. But not for long – without looking back, Alice also encouraged her horse to go faster, rising slightly from the saddle as it began to canter across the grass.

UST（Unresolved Sexual Tension）

"I… always feel agitated when I'm around him. Not because he'd making me feel uncomfortable. Something else. And then there's the leg-crossing…"

"Leg-crossink?" Francoise asked Alice.

Alice nodded. "I'm constantly shifting my legs. It's almost as if… I feel… like something… is missing…" She frowned, trying to sort her feelings. "But… tonight was especially bad which is why I intentionally started an argument – I wanted a reason to get out of the room…"

Future

Alice sighed, resting her chin on her hand. "I don't think this can go on for much longer, Arthur," she said, a small, sad smile flickering across her lips. "We have to accept the fact that our relationship is destined to fall apart. We're too much alike. That's why, this Valentine's, I can't be with you…"

Arthur gaped at Alice and half-rose from his chair to approach her. To hug her. To hold her close. To make sure she didn't leave him. "No…" he whispered. "How could you…?"

Suspense

"Arthur, I'm perfectly fine!" exclaimed Alice. "Why on Earth would someone break into this house? There's nothing of real value for them here. Well, apart from the tea sets but that's-" For a moment there was silence on the other end of the line. Then a piercing scream reverberated around Arthur's skull followed by a thud and a scuffling.

"A-Alice…?" he whispered in disbelief. There was no answer, just the distant scuffling and then, silence.

Death

"No!" screamed Alice. Arthur saw a blur out of the corner of his eye and he half-turned, instinctively raising his arms to catch her. He felt her running into him just as he heard the crack of a gun. Then, finally, she slumped into his embrace. Off-balanced a little from the sudden extra weight, Arthur fell backwards, taking Alice with him.

Arthur hurriedly sat up, wondering what the bullet had hit. Then he realised that Alice was breathing heavily and not moving. Finally, he spotted something red staining her white dress. Alarmed, he flipped her over gently, staring, at first, at the exit wound before glancing up at Alice's bright green eyes – which now looked rather dull. "No…" he whispered, aghast.

Something Extra – An Alice in Wonderland Crossover

"Hey, git – we have a visitor," said the man in the hat, glancing up at Alice with his piercing green eyes. He whacked the man with the ears of a hare until he sat up properly, yawning, grooming his hair and whiskers. Alice looked on with curiosity and walked to a chair to sit down. "You can't sit there!" the man in the hat suddenly snapped. "My friend's sitting there!" Alice glanced at the empty chair and decided to sit on the next one along. "Not there!" cried the man once again and Alice looked at him.

"Where am I supposed to sit, then, idiot?!" she snapped at him. The man pointed to the other end of the table and Alice frowned. "Why-?" she began but he spoke over her.

"The end of the table, if you please," he said. Alice sighed and obeyed. But, no sooner had she stepped away when the man with the strange ears suddenly spoke.

"Ah – beware of ze dormouse," he said, his accent thick. "'E likes to sleep een odd places." Alice looked at where he pointed and spotted the dormouse between the teapots and teacups – a man with a strand of hair sticking up, branching out to become two curls. A pair of mouse's ears erupted from his head and whiskers stuck out of his nose. He was snoring quite contentedly.

Another Extra – Pandora Hearts Crossover

"He's my servant!" snapped Alice, looking at her contractor. "Isn't that right Francis?" Francis opened his mouth to reply but was interrupted by Arthur.

"He's my master! You can't just take him away as you please!" he snapped at her.

Alice grabbed Francis' arm and pulled him towards her. "He's mine!" she snapped.

"No, mine!" exclaimed Arthur, grabbing Francis' other arm and pulling the Frenchman towards him.

Francis sighed and looked at Elizaveta and Feliciano. "Er, a little 'elp, chers?"

About the last one – I originally thought of Arthur as Gilbert Nightray but, after some thought, I realised he'd be better as Elliot, if Francis is Oz. Not sure who would be Gil in that case – unless I just put the AWESOME PRUSSIA in there. Then, I realised Japan would make a good Echo – and 2P!Japan as Noise. Toris would totally be Reim/Liam. Lili or Taiwan, maybe, would be Ada, I suppose. Ludwig would be Leo. Oh, and in case it wasn't clear: Feliciano = Break and Elizaveta = Sharon. Of course, this only matters if I write the rest of this…

Oh, and I added in extra as I thought of Pandora Hearts as a crossover first before forgetting it. Then, after writing the HP one (which was supposed to be for Oliver and Artie but I forgot), I remembered that and realised Alice in Wonderland would be a good one... So, that's that.