A/N: So, this will be a multi-chapter fic. How long, I really don't know. I also don't know who, exactly, is the main character. Hmm...

Well, I tried something different, and I'm flipping my genderbending! So that means fem!Prussia, fem!France, fem!Spain, the lot! Sorry if it comes out...weird.

Kirkland

Alice Kirkland is an interesting girl, and there are several things you needed to know before meeting her.

She's blonde.

She has the most startlingly green eyes you'll ever see.

Her favorite movie is Peter Pan (it has been since she was six)

She has four extremely over-protective older brothers.

And an older sister, but she is in college.

She has an incredibly short temper.

She can get drunk from a shot glass.

She loathes Frani Bonnefoy with a burning passion.

She really hates his second cousin, Peter.

She believes in fairies.

And unicorns.

And leprechauns.

And flying mint bunnies.

That's right. Flying. Mint. Bunnies.

Which is why, on one particular September the first, Alice was woken not by an alarm, but a tiny voice.

"Wake up! Wake up, sleepy head!"

"Wha-?" Alice drawled, prying her eyelids open, "Tink-?"

A small elfish face scowled at her, "Wake up, Alice! It's almost time for school!"

Alice sat up on her elbows staring at the pixie, before she noticed the group of four or five pixies surrounding her.

"What's the rush, guys?" she asked sleepily, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

"Allistar's coming!" one of them exclaimed.

Quicker than should have been humanly possible, Alice was fully dressed; hair brushed and pulled back in twin ponytails, glasses firmly in place, and was pulling open the door when a tall, red haired boy was coming to the top of the stairs.

"Morning, Scottie," Alice said pleasantly, smiling at her eldest brother.

"Dammit," the boy cursed, "Cai, Eily, you can come out now. She's already awake."

Alice watched as her twin brothers came out of their hiding places, both baring buckets of what Alice assumed was ice water.

Alistar Kirkland (or 'Scottie' as his siblings call him) was a senior in high school, tall, with long, flaming red hair that was forever falling in his eyes. His eyes were a dark green, he had two earrings in both ears, and he was wearing multiple Celtic necklaces above the open collar of his school shirt.

Cailean and Eilven were juniors, identical twins, and the third oldest in the family, and at least a head taller than Alice. Both had red hair like Alistar, but not nearly as bright orange or bushy. Their crystal blue eyes sparkled with mischief, and both sported identical Irish knot necklaces.

The last Kirkland boy, Dylan, was in the kitchen making breakfast. Of all the family, Dylan was really the only one who sort of resembled Alice. He had the same straw colored hair, and the same sort of bushy eyebrows, but that was where the similarities ended. Where Alice's eyes were a vivid green, his were a murky navy. And while Alice's skin was a milky cream color, Dylan's was slightly tanner from all the time he spent laying around outside and gardening.

"Would ya hurry it up?" asked a testy voice from one of the barstools.

"Sod off," Cai and Alice said in unison to the short bearded man on the barstool.

"Is Patrick being an ass again?" Alistar asked as he sat down.

"Yup," Cai said, sitting down next to Alistar, "A right Irish ass."

"I've told you two," Eily sighed as he sat on the other side of his twin, "Just ignore the bitchy ones. They go away eventually."

"No smoking in the kitchen," Alice reminded her eldest brother as she smacked his hand, causing him to drop the cigarette he had been about to light, "And Patrick isn't a bitchy one. He's just a stubborn arsehole who doesn't know how to take a hint."

"I'm right here," the Leprechaun in question said testily.

"We know," Cai said, glaring at Patrick.

This was a ritual of sorts at the Kirkland house, insulting Patrick every morning. The siblings had gotten lazy over the summer, but now that school was here they needed to be sure to crack down.

"So, why'zit again that only you and Cai can see 'em?" Alistar asked, not for the first time.

"Well, Eily used to see 'em," Cai said slowly, glancing at his twin, "But I think he just stopped…wanting too."

Eily shrugged, not bothering to deny the fact, "They were a right pain in the ass. Sometimes I can hear them again, but I just pretend they're not there and they go away."

Alice sighed dejectedly at her older brother's lack of enthusiasm when it came to magical creatures.

"Just because you don't want to see them," Alice said, "Doesn't mean they aren't there. They're still trying to get your attention, you know."

"They're a pain to listen to when we're taking a test or something," Cai added, "Then I look like a loon when I tell them to shove it."

"You four better hurry up," Dylan said from his position by the stove, "We need to leave soon."

In no time, the five siblings had devoured their breakfast and were heading out the door, slinging bags over shoulders, grabbing keys and jackets, and chattering amiably.

Once they had all loaded into Alistar's truck, the group was ready to head off.

"Where are you going, again?" asked one of the pixies.

"School," Cai told the pixie.

To anyone who couldn't see or hear the pixie, this must have seemed like an extremely random outburst. However, the Kirkland children were more than accustomed to Cai and Alice's random comments or conversations to seemingly thin air.

"What's school?" the same pixie asked.

"A hell hole that people are forced to attend when their assholes of parents relent," Alistar responded.

Alice looked in astonishment at her older brother, "How did you know how to respond?"

Alistar shrugged, "From Cai's comment, I guessed what the conversation was."

"Ouch! What was that for?" Eily demanded, glaring at a spot slightly over Cai's shoulder, while he laughed.

"It wasn't me!" Cai gasped, "It was the pixie!"

"Why you little liar!" Eily exclaimed, diving at his twin.

Alistar laughed from the driver's seat, occasionally saying things like, "Keep it down if you like your faces the way they are!" and other violent things.

Alice had started a conversation with a very confused pixie. Dylan just watched the buildings pass them by out the passenger window.

When Alistar finally pulled up to the school, he parked, and turned around in his seat to face the others.

"Kay, Kirk-kids, you know the drill," he said authoritatively, preparing for his version of the speech. Usually their 'yearly speech' was given by the eldest child. But because the oldest Kirkland, Erinn, was starting her freshman year of college, the job now fell to Alistar. And the next year, when Alistar was in college, the job would be the twins. Alice shuddered at the thought.

"School ends at three thirty, so be by the truck at four," he started, "No sooner, no later. We'll discuss hitching rides when the time comes. Now…Alice…"

All four brothers, even Dylan, turned to their younger sister.

Alice rolled her eyes and sighed audibly, "If there are any arses that try to hurt me or pick me up, alert you immediately. If I have bitch problems, alert Frani. And if Frani tries to grope me, knee her in the gut."

Since her brothers were still staring at he skeptically, Alice sighed again, "Bloody hell, you four. I'm not a toddler. I've done this before."

"Yeah," Cai said slowly, looking at his twin for help.

"But never in high school before," Eily finished.

"If you need anything-" Dylan added.

"Anything at all," Alistar pressed.

"-Don't hesitate to call us."

"You know the 'a teacher needs you' drill," Alistar reminded.

Alice had to restrain herself from face palming.

"Guys," Alice said, "You don't need to be so bloody over-protective all the time. I promise I'll call you if someone tries to rape me."

Eily shrugged, "Hey, it's our job as brothers to be over-protective."

"We're going to be late if we don't start heading off now," Dylan prompted.

The Kirkland children all unloaded and Alistar locked the car, causing it to make a loud honking noise.

Then they all separated to find friends, and Alice was alone.

Welcome to high school, she sighed to herself. Hefting her bag on her shoulder, Alice quickly ascended the stairs and pushed into what would undoubtedly be a four-year hell-hole.

And was immediately bowled over by a speeding figure.

Alice straightened, an annoyed look creasing her features as the boy who had just slammed into her.

He was a dirty blonde, his hair just a shade darker than Alice's own. His silver rimmed glasses were askew in front of crystal blue eyes. Oddly enough, he was wearing a bomber jacket over his school uniform shirt, and Alice was fairly certain that she spotted combat boots poking out from beneath his plaid school pants.

He didn't seem to notice Alice. Well…more like he just plain didn't notice her.

"Hey!" A voice shouted, "Get back here, you ass! Dammit, GET BACK HERE!"

The boy who had crashed into Alice was laughing in a loud, obnoxious, way that made her want to smack him. She settled with yelling at him.

"Oi!" she shouted up at him, "Don't just go barreling down the hallway like a dimwitted arse! You nearly bowled me over, git! You bloody well might have hurt me and then where would we be?"

"Oh," the boy said after a second, seeming to just notice Alice, "Hi there! What're you doing there?"

Alice could feel her blood boiling, "Arse! You just ran into me!"

The boy looked momentarily perturbed at this last statement, "I did?"

"Yes! You bloody well did!" Alice exclaimed, glad to be making some progress.

"Well, sorry about that," the boy said pleasantly, flashing her a Colgate toothpaste smile that could have given a blind man a headache, "I'm Alfred F. Jones, the hero!, nice to meet you!"

"Alice Kirkland," Alice snapped curtly.

But just then, the voice from earlier, accompanied by a white haired girl, ruby eyes smoldering, caught up with the hero.

"You bastard!" she exclaimed, "You think you can just insult my awesomeness and get away with it?!"

"Sorry!" Alfred said innocently, maintaining his blinding smile, but raising his arms in defense, "I didn't mean it, honest! It was just Mattie was-"

At this statement, a thought seemed to occur to him and he said, "Mattie! Dammit! Sorry, gotta run! See ya, Alice!" and he ran off down the hall, nimbly avoiding the passing students.

"Bloody hell was that?" Alice blurted.

"Be damned if I know," the girl shrugged, "He's a right asshole though. I should probably go find West. Awesome, out."

And with a backwards salute, the albino girl was gone.

"That was…" Alice searched for the right word, "Strange…to say the least."

Checking her schedule, Alice found her first class, Home Ec, and headed off in the direction of the room number.