Here's chapter 2! Hope you can enjoy~

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England stared...and he stared...and he stared some more. He stared at her face, he stared at her eyes, he stared at her hair and when his eyes started getting tired, he blinked before staring all over again. He didn't care if it was rude or impolite for he didn't have the proper brain function to be mindful of his manners at the moment.

The girl that looked strikingly similar to England himself had slid off the bed and crouched near her supposed "Father" putting a dainty hand on his forehead. England flinched at the contact and felt faint as the girl's face was closer than ever.

"Hmm...You don't seem to have a fever...Ah! Did you happen to see another malicious spirit around? Did it somehow get past my senses..." The blond removed her hand and started looking around the room with a serious expression. At this point, Arthur had gained some composure to the point where he wasn't hyperventilating or having palpitations. He still stared at the girl who was mumbling to herself, quickly going over the past few minutes in his head and trying to make sense of it all.

'What the hell is going on!? W-who is this girl!? A-And why the bleedin' hell does she LOOK LIKE ME!? She's almost a carbon copy! Well except that she doesn't have fuzzy eyebrows like mi-hey, wait NO! I do not have fuzzy eyebrows! My eyebrows are perfectly normal thank you very much! Who the hell are you to say-hey wait am I arguing with myself right now!? What the hell is wrong with me!? I must be loosing my min!-'

"England!" A high pitched voice rang out followed by a surprisingly hard slap to said addressed man's face which knocked him out of his thoughts. Arthur placed a hand on his sore cheek and stared at a mint colored, winged bunny with a gobsmacked expression.

"F-Flying Mint Bunny!? W-why the hell did you slap me!?" He shouted out in confusion and annoyance while the floating creature began to wave it's little paws in the air rapidly.

"Because England!" He shouted with a tick mark on his forehead. "You wouldn't snap out of it no matter what I did!"

"But did you have to slap me!? That hurt you know!"

"It was either that or get Tinker Bell to wake you up and you know how she gets when you ignore her!"

England and Flying Mint Bunny shivered at the implications. The fairy was a sweet one, but can be very scary if upset.

The magical creature looked ready to say something else, but he was cut off when a pair of small hands grabbed him from the air from under his arms. He squealed in alarm as he was turned to face the young woman who looked questioningly at him. "Hello, Flying Mint Bunny. Do you have any idea as to why father is acting so strange? Could it be his blood pressure or did Francis manage to break into the house again?"

England, who was trying to over come the rising panic he'd be consumed by every time he looked at the girl, quickly snapped out of his shock and scowled at how the other was handling his friend.

"Hey! What on Earth are you doing?! Give him here!" He demanded, quickly reaching over and snatching the little creature out of the other's hands.

The green eyed girl blinked rapidly at the action before turning a irate, questioning look towards her "Father". "What on Earth is the matter with you father?"

"What's the matter?!" Said man asked incredulously, staring at the girl as if she just smack him across the face. "I'll tell you what's the matter! There's a strange girl in my house calling me "Father"! That's what's the matter!"

The girl blinked some more in confusion with a furrow in her brow, the look on her face giving way to her distress. "What's all this? Did you happen to forget that I'm your daughter during the night? I must say father, if this is a joke, it's certainly not funny!"

"You quit joking! I-I don't have a daughter! I-I've never had a daughter! I've never even had children(unlessyoucountallthecoloniesI'vehad...)!" The other stuttered, scooting back from the girl on his behind. "I swear, if this is just some prank set up by the frog, America, or that damn Prussian, I'm beating the bloody hell out of all of the-"

"England!"

"What Flying Mint Bunny?!" The Nation snapped, turning a frustrated glare onto his little buddy who was staring at the girl in shock and awe. The little green rabbit was shaking and the sight brought England down to his senses once more. "...Flying Mint Bunny?..."

"S-she saw..." The magical creature whispered hoarsely and England had to lower himself closer to hear him.

"What did you say? Speak up now!"

The bunny gulped before pointing a shaky palm towards the mysterious blonde who looked at the duo with narrowed eyes behind her red rimmed glasses.

"She saw...that girl s-saw me England..." The man stared at the creature for a few seconds as the statement played over and processed in his mind. It took about thirty or so seconds for him to finally understand the implications of that statement and when he did he promptly began to freak the fuck out.

"WWWWHHHAAATTTT?!" He shrieked, picking up his companion who he then began to shake in panicked confusion. "W-W-What the hell did you just say?! That's impossible! The only ones who could see you are Romania and Norway! How in the bloody hell could she have-?!"

"B-But she d-d-did!" The bunny defended feeling dizzy at all the shaking. "She picked me up and she even knew my name! Don't you remember?!"

England stopped shaking his friend, ignoring the dizzy swirls in his eyes. "That's ridiculous!" He stated with a confidence not fitting naturally with the turmoiled state of the old Nation's mind. This girl had the sight?! That's ridiculous! Ludicrous! Simply preposterous! outrageou-!

"Father you must really be out of it." The girl suddenly grumbled, breaking through his thoughts and attracting the two's attention. "Something must've happened to make you like this...but what could it have been?..." She sighed in exasperation, pinching the bridge of her nose.

She then turned towards the right and began to speak to the air, as if someone was there. "Flying Vanilla Bunny, did you happen to sense anything?" The girl suddenly asked and with a 'POOF!' sound and a plume of blue smoke and sparkles, a little white rabbit with a blue bow on it's left ear and one around it's neck with a small clock appeared out of nowhere!

"Sorry Alice, I didn't sense anything!" It squeaked out happily in a high pitched tone while the two males could only stare in wide eyed shock, jaws practically on the floor.

"Hmm that is strange...maybe Father accidentally read a spell wrong and it back fired..." The girl mused before she and her companion turned towards where the other two were at and began to speak to them. "Do you remember what happened Fa-...?"

But, there was no one there. In fact England did not hear the rest of what the girl was saying because as soon as he saw the little white rabbit that had an uncanny resemblance to his now comatose magical friend, he ran out of his house breaking down every door in his way in his haste to get as far away from the two strangers as possible.

He jumped into his car, revved the engine and peeled out, slamming on the accelerator. He was driving like a mad man, running red lights and stop signs, not heeding to pedestrians, and even possibly hitting a cat and some birds along the way. Not that he cared at the moment as the only thing on his mind was to get help. Help from who? He didn't fucking know nor did he fucking care! All he knew was that he needed to talk to someone! Anyone to keep him grounded and to reassure him that he wasn't crazy and that he didn't go over the deep end! He needed to find something normal in his life to soothe his rather...frazzled nerves and when he thought at who could possibly help him, two people naturally appeared in his mind. Perfect! All he had to do was get them from the meeting and talk to them about the situation. Nothing could go wrong, right?!

It was later, now that England thought about it, that everything, in fact, could and will go wrong. He honestly must've been out of his bloody mind to think that anything could go right for him! Especially with the wrap sheet of his so called "Luck" in his past. This would be the first time in many, many years that England longed for the strong homemade ale of his good ol' pirate days. The drink specially designed by him could put even the toughest sea dog to sleep for a fortnight! The last time he could remember feeling so in need of being intoxicated was when America got lost in the seedy part of London and somehow managed the charm the surrounding female night walkers into coodoling and cooing mothers who simply adored the lad and refused to give him back. It took himself, the Scotland Yard, lots of threats, lots of yelling, a trip to the doctor (one of those women had a good left hook and another practically scratched his eyes out!) and a lot of patience to get the boy back, but he was digressing.

The important thing now was to keep calm and be rational. He quickly took a look at the other Nation's faces and he was pleasantly surprised at how well they were taking it. America looked both constipated and close to being sick all over the carpet, France was pale and mumbled lightning fast French under his breath like a prayer, and Canada looked as if he had seen a ghost. Everyone else had various degrees of shocked, frightend, confused, and/or amazed expressions on their faces as if what they were seeing was the most surreal thing they've ever seen in their lives and it probably was.

The girl had changed her clothes as well. She was no longer wearing her nightgown and instead donned a long sleeve, knee length blue dress under a frilly white patch work apron with a black ribbon around her neck, black tights, black gloves, and blue dress shoes. Her hair was put up in two long pigtails with black and blue hair pins on her bangs, and a little white nurses hat with a small black cross on it on top of her head. Now that England got a good look at her, she seemed very young as well...maybe around sixteen-seventeen-ish?

It was awkwardly silent for a long time until unsurprisingly, Italy broke it.

"Ve~" He said as a smile bloomed across his face. "I never knew England could look so pretty in a dress~! Ciao bella~!"

Romano snapped out of his daze and turned a glare towards his brother before smacking him upside the head. "Idiota! The tea Bastard's right there!" He shouted, pointing towards said man who glared at the other for the name.

The Italian brother's statements seemed to bring everyone back to life as they all began to come back to the real world with less than calm reactions.

"H-Holy shit! Iggy's in drag!" America, the bloody idiot, shrieked in terror covering his and Canada's eyes who began to complain about his lack of sight. "This is worse than that time someone spiked the eggnog at the Christmas party and France and him put on those French maid outfits!"

"A-Al! Let g-go me! I can't see!"

"Aiya! What on Earth is going on?! Opium who is that?! What did you do, clone yourself?!" China shouted with a freaked out expression, pointing at the girl and prompting England to turn towards the other with a glare.

"For the last time, stop calling me Opium!" He snapped, "And why in God's green Earth would I clone myself?!"

"Maybe to create someone who can stomach your awful cooking~?" Spain supplied happily while France stood next to his friend laughing suggestively.

"Ohonhonhonhon~Angleterre! I always knew you had a side to you, but never this! I'm proud that you've finally found yourself and got rid of those horrendous eyebrows!"

England could feel his face flush in anger and embarrassment as he snapped at the two friends who were laughing together. "Sod off you fucking wankers! My cooking and my eyebrows are just fine thank you very much and for the last time I DIDN'T CLONE MYSELF!"

"EVERYONE SHUT UP!" Germany demanded though even he looked unnerved at the sight of female England who was watching the chaos with a stern, disaproving look. Japan and Russia were the only two who didn't seem shaken at the sight of the girl though the small Nation was too busy mumbling to himself about "Pigtails" "Magical Girl" and "Nyotaika" while writing in a notebook with a almost maniacal look in his eyes. "We need to stay calm and not act like a bunch of children! We have to find out where this girl came from first of all! A human shouldn't have been able to get in here so there is a high possibility that she could be a spy!"

Russia still had that pleasant smile on his face as he turned towards the source of the chaos. "Well why don't we just ask her, da?" He then walked over to the girl who was still standing in the door way. She showed no fear as the man who was almost two heads taller than her loomed over her. "Who are you little female England? Are you a clone?"

The girl raised an eyebrow in confusion and looked up at the large Nation while the others were staring at her and Russia nervously. "What do you mean Mr. Braginsky? Do you not remember me as well?"

Confusion, suspicion, and surprise were now on all of the countries faces, even Russia who tilted his head questioningly. "How do you know that name little female England?" She had called him Braginsky, which was Russia's human surname. They all had human aliases for when they went out in public to enjoy the fruits of their Countries as they very well couldn't go out calling each other by their "Official" names. But the real question was how did she know about it?

The girl scowled at the other, making the onlookers flinch. She even glared like England! "All of you guys have been acting more stupid than usual." She looked towards the others with that same expression, specifically towards the F.A.C.E family who stared at familiar green eyes that shined with disgruntlement and even a bit of...hurt? What on Earth?...

"You, Alfred, Matthew, Francis, and even father are acting strange...why? and where is Amelia, Maddeline, and that menace Corinne? Are they at school?"

If they thought things couldn't get anymore confusing, they were wrong. What on Earth was she talking about? How did this girl know their human names? And those other names...Amelia, Maddeline, and Corinne...who were they? More importantly who was this "father" she was talking about?!

Japan walked closer to the girl and voiced the million dollar question that everyone was thinking. "Excuse me Ojou-san? I'm sorry if I'm being rude...but who are you? Have we seen you before?"

The girl looked at the older men once more as a influx of unidentifiable emotions flickered across her eyes before they were concealed behind her disinterested apathy. England couldn't help but shuffle in place nervously and guiltily(?) as her emerald eyes landed on him. For a second she looked so sad and hurt...but why? He's never seen her before! The first time they ever met was this morning when she claimed to be his...

The blond haired girl sighed before straightening. "It is quite alright, I should be the one apologizing for creating such confusion." She then closed her eyes before giving a elegant curtsy. "My name is Alice Kirkland, daughter of Sir Arthur Kirkland." She then lifted her head and blinked her apple green eyes. "It is very nice to meet you all."

Silence so thick it was loud...it was the first time World Meeting history...

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