Hello! Chibi is back again :DD This is my newest story! You see I love hetalia and have for a few years now, and this idea was bugging me. I was going to write as much as I could first before publishing it but, meh.

Now I know some people don't like NYotalia, I don't either, but MY FEM ENGLAND IS ENGLAND with female parts. NOT NYO, JUST FEM! More will be explained during the plot of the story, it also made more sense to this story if England was a girl. Well, it made more sense to me. Sorry, I did do a mini poll and every said they didn't mind England being a girl as long as it wasn't Nyo.

FemEngland – Alice Kirkland

Also, this chapter is the only one that's dark really, along with chapter 2 but from then on they are more… light hearted?

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or the cover picture, the cover picture belongs to Kyunuo on Devianart, check her profile out!

Uninstall, uninstall
and it makes me want to end it all with my own hands
Is it wrong?
Surely it's alright to want to uninstall.

England sat in the back seat of the taxi, bag at her side and present on her lap. Yes, her lap. Arthur Kirkland was in fact Alice Kirkland.

Arthur Kirkland was in fact, a girl.

Though no one knew that, except her brothers, and of recently, America. It had been the last time the two had seen each other, about two months ago? She had revealed it; he was surprised to say the least. But said he still loved her either way. You see, countries live for so long that they learn to love a person for who they are rather than what sex they are.

Anyway, lately England hadn't been feeling well. The government had been going downhill and everything had been going haywire so England hadn't been at her best. So she hadn't been able to see America, and for some reason America hadn't bothered to visit…

Anyway, it was America's birthday today and England thought she would surprise him. She had grown her hair long, shoulder length, and left it down. He said she would look pretty with long hair.

" 'ere." Mumbled the driver, Alice looked up suddenly, her eyes connecting with the man's in front.

"Thank you dear chap." She quickly handed over the money plus a 6 dollar tip. The man looked shocked and delighted. As Alice stepped out the taxi, she saw a bright red sports car in the drive. Maybe someone else was here? Blimey, whoever it was was a rich bugger.

"Excuse me sir, but could you wait a minute?" Alice asked the driver before he could drive away.

"Yes Ma'am."

"Thank you."

If there was another country here Alice didn't want to intrude. It wasn't his party, which had happened a couple of days ago, unfortunately Alice couldn't make it. Most countries were shipped back to their homes in a wooden box they were so drunk.

As Alice walked up the pebbled path to Alfred's house, the taxi driver watched her go. When his eyes landed on the car, they widened dramatically. That car, nah it can't be….

His eyes then trailed back to Alice, who was almost at the door.

Poor girl.

England went to knock on the door when she realized it was open, pushing the door she let herself inside where she could hear music and someone talking… Alice neared the sitting room and stood back from the slightly ajar door. Should she just go in? Nope, that wasn't lady like at all. Being the lady that she was, Alice popped her head round the door slightly.

A woman. Nope, not talking. Moaning.

There was America, sitting with his back to her on the coffee table…. A blonde haired woman on his knee. Their tongues down each other's throats and America's hand going further and further up her crimson dress.

Alice stood there, gobsmacked, so shocked she dropped the present on the floor, but it seemed that Alfred didn't hear over the woman's moaning and the music. She was about to yell. To confront him, but…. She felt like…. She felt like she was breaking there on the spot.

Alice, poor Alice. Poor, sweet little Alice. A voice sang inside her head. Alice turned , leaving the room and treading out the house. Her shoulders slumped as she made her way back to the taxi. She opened the door and slumped down on the seat.

"…Take me back please."

The drive was silent for the first few minutes.

"I'm sorry." Alice looked slightly taken aback.

"Why?"

"….. He was your boyfriend wasn't he?"

"Almost a year. But we've liked each other longer… We've been friends since… forever." Well, not exactly forever. Forever for America anyway, England did bring him up.

"I'm sorry lady… I recognised the car but I wasn't sure…She's a rich whore, only gets hired by men with a lot of money." Well, at least the bastard was classy enough to get a classy whore.

"It's fine…"

"But it isn't. I'm really sorry girl."

"So am I."

Alice laid her head against the taxi's window, watching the passing scenes outside. Trying to hold her tears back as she did. The driver sent her a fleeting glance, before returning his attention to the road. Poor girl.

It seems everyone leaves you in the end don't they Alice?

Alice sat up abruptly, looking round the car wildly. Who the fuck said that? And where the fuck were they? The voice definitely belonged to a female.

I'm right here poppet~ Inside your head. And lay back down, you're scaring the driver.

She looked ahead to see the driver giving her a worried glance. She smiled reassuringly, her eyes glazed over with tears, before placing her head against the window.

Good girl.

Another voice spoke this time, a male one, which sounded alarmingly similar to the first.

'Who are you?'

We are the ones who have always been here for you poppet. Even when you didn't know we were here. I'm Olivia.

And I'm Oliver.

We're here to look after you. The voices said in unison.

'I don't need someone to look after me.' Said Alice in her head.

'You clearly do.'

"What's his name?" asked the driver. Alice looked to the man in the front, confusion written on her face.

"What…Why?"

"Just tell me…. Please." Raising an eyebrow at the man England said

"Alfred….Alfred F Jones."

"I thought so." Mumbled the man. Alice raised an eyebrow again but just continued to dwell in her thoughts. The voices didn't come back for the entire ride back to the airport. They didn't come back til Alice got home.

She walked up the path to her house, her steps short and slow. She couldn't deal with it. She felt like she was losing her colonies all over again, she let the tears fall silently down her face. No, she was England! England! The terror of the seven seas, the country that had lost very few wars! She had the largest empire! England was fucking crying over a dumb American bastard! This was not right!

She wasn't thinking straight. In her sadness and anger she stormed over to the liquor cabinet and pulled out some of her best whiskey. She pulled out the cork and sat on the floor, her back against the wall.

One bottle lead to another,

And another,

And another.

More depressing thoughts made their way into her head. What was she good at? Nothing, a big fat cow sucking nothing.

In her rage she flipped over her coffee table, the contents scattered around the room. But she didn't stop there, she dragged a hand over the top of the mantle, knocking all the items off. The girl grabbed her book shelf and threw it to the floor. She placed her hands on the back of her favourite arm chair and flipped it over.

But that's just it. She was a 'had been'. She had been so great. Used to be.

Even her brothers…

She stood there in the middle of her wrecked living room. Panting and sweating.

England had fought for her freedom for years only to take her brothers, but it was only because she didn't want her brothers to fall. To…. To die.

It was then she stormed into the kitchen, opened the draw and took out the sharpest knife she owned.

England, once such a powerful nation. Full of pride, people used to fear the name England. But look at her now. Destroying her own house because of an American bastard. She took the knife to her own wrist, she may as well end it all. But before her skin touched the blade she stopped. Something was holding her back.

She looked up to see a beautiful little woman with delicate wings holding onto the end of the knife. A number of other fairies were there too, holding the knife with tiny tears in their eyes.

"Please! England! Alice! Albion! DON'T!" Shouted one of the younger fairies, desperately trying to help rip the knife from England's grip.

You don't want to die Alice, you know you don't. Let the fairies help you. Let us help you. Said the voices in unison.

Do you want our help Poppet?

…..

We'll help you start again.

We'll help you forget.

Yes.

While she was distracted the fairies ripped the blade from England's hand, it was then the girl fell to the floor.

That suited her fine. After all, right now she wasn't a woman. She wasn't a country. She was a devastated young girl.

Chapter 1 done! Now some people may THINK they know what's going to happen next, but I don't think you do…. Please review, fav and follow! Tell me what you think!

Also, what do you thinks' gonna happen next?

Also, please review, I want a couple before I post the next chap. Just a couple of lines on what you thought, though I'll update regardless.