Chapter 1

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Alice pov:

"COME ON!" I said in my squeaky British accent.

As I watched my best friends pant behind me

"Zorry vere not az fazt az you!" Hungary said

"I was close to catching up" Francis said dropping on his knees

I laughed at him

I put my hand to him and he smiled with a red face and took it.

I lifted him up

"Alzo vhy iz the veaklingz here!" Hungary pointed to Switzerland who was guarding Austria.

"YEAH they'll bring my AWEZOME!" Prussia said

I narrowed my eyes "oh shut up and deal with it! There my friends and that's all! There fine to come here" I walked over to them and smiled

"So be good to them!" I yelled point to the group

France took a rose and walked over to me

"A beauty like you shouldn't wear such a scary face" he winked and smirk

"WHAT SCARY FACE!" I yelled making my face scarier

He gulped

"AHHH!" He ran

"WAHAHAHAH!" I ran after him with evil aura around me

"Ok you tvo ve get it!" Prussia smirked and patted Frances back

"Oh I wanted to play hide and seek!" I said smiling

"Not with these jerks!" Switzerland said

I glared at Switzerland

"What was that?" I asked

"N-nothing" he said stepping back

"Ok good that's what I thought" I smiled

"vhy? Are veve doing zis?" Hungary asked

"Don't you want to feel a little mortal" I smiled

"Why would you want to be a mortal? There weak" Swizterland said

"Like you've got room to talk" prussia said

They glared at eachother

"I admire them. they have a full life, it may be short but...." I think back to my mother a cruel woman shaped by time

"They don't have to see,....the worst part of reality" I smiled sadly

Everyone went silent

"Um let'z play I'll be it" Francis said

Everyone nodded and he started to count

I ran very far

Past the woods and into a new country I had not seen before.

With a white mansion

I heard a piano

It was just so sad....

I walked up to the mansion and pushed the door open

I followed the music down the hall

I started to hear a little boys voice

"All around me are familiar faces"

"Worn out places"

"Worn out places"

I got to the door that was only open a bit

"Bright and early for the daily races"

"Going no where"

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