Peter in Wonderland (A hetalia crossover fanfic.)

Down the Rabbit Hole

Peter chased after the man. He finally came to a halt, out of breath. He felt someone watching him and spotted red eyes gazing at him, somewhat bored. "Gilbert? Is that you?" Peter asked uneasily. No reply. Peter caught a glimpse of the mans face. It was scarred. Gilbert didn't have scars. Peter quickly became scared. He took a step back. "Peter! There you are. It's about to start." Arthur says as he approaches Peter. Peter nodded and backed away from the bushes. The red eyes disappear. Arthur and Peter return to the meeting. Peter sat at the micronation table where pieces of paper were at each spot. On the paper were the words "Select the nation you wish to join forces with." Peter stared at the choices for a long while. He didn't want to leave England. He didn't want to do this. He was a twelve year old boy and now he was basically selling out his soul. He stared at the choices once more before glancing up at Arthur. Arthur offered him a warm smile. Peter went through his choices again. 'America is strong...but so is Germany. There is canada...and there's Scotland. I don't know!' The boy finally broke. "I don't know!" He shouted before running outside. He say behind a tree and tried to find his happy place. "You're late. You're late. It's time to meet your fate. No time to say 'But why? Please wait.' You're late you're late you're late." A voice murmurs. The man that looked like Gilbert appeared again. Peter stared at him in surprise. "Who are you? What do you want?" Peter demanded. The man ran deeper into the forest surrounding the meeting building. Peter ran after him, curiosity overcoming any fear. "Wait!" Peter called. The man was fast but he stayed in Peter's view. Then he dropped down a hole in the ground. Peter peered into the hole. It was pitch black and he had no idea how deep it was. Then, suddenly, he fell. He let out a startled cry as he plummeted into the rabbit hole. He watched in terror as he descended. It became lighter and for an odd reason, furniture was floating about. Peter had to dodge a chair and a grandfather clock. "Where am I?" Peter wondered aloud. He saw the floor and nearly started crying for that meant an almost certain death. But he hit the floor with the same impact of falling off a bed. Peter groaned an sat up. His hat was gone and he looked up to see if his hat was on the way down. He saw his hat on the ceiling. And, for some odd reason, a chandelier was hanging off the floor. This confused Peter greatly and, in one swift motion, the room turns right side up and Peter falls to the floor. He let out a cry of pain. He sat up then retrieved his hat. He found himself in a room with doors everywhere. Peter walked hesitantly over to a door and twisted the knob. It was locked. He tried the others but they were all locked. He spotted a curtain and moved it aside to reveal another, much smaller door. He attempted to turn the handle but to no avail. He turned around and spotted a key on a table. He went to it and also discovered a bottle. A tag on the bottle said 'Drink me.' Peter shook his head at the bottle. "For all I know, it could be poison." Peter sighed. He took the key and began trying to unlock the other doors. "You think he would remember how to do this." A German voice whispered. "He's the wrong Kirkland." Another voice whispered. "He's the right one. I know it." A different German voice mumbled. Peter took the key and went to the smaller door. The key worked and he opened the door. "That's not going to work. He's too big." An Italian voice chuckled quietly. "See? Wrong Kirkland." The doubtful voice snapped. "Give him a chance." The German voice growled. Peter observed the door opening. "Small....but I can fit." Peter murmured. He squeezed through the door and got up to observe his surroundings. His mouth dropped open as he saw a bright, colored mushroom forest. As he walked down the cobblestone path, a pig with green spots ran in front of him, causing the boy to jump back. Two flies, one akin to a horse and one like a dragon, flew and began brawling. "Things are getting curiouser and curiouser." Peter said in awe. He turned the corner and was greeted by a group of familiar looking people. "See! I told you he was the one." The one looking like Gilbert said. "I'm not convinced." The one that looked like Kiku grumbled. "I don't remember him being so small." The blonde twin that looked like Lovino said. "Maybe he isn't him." The twin that looked like Feliciano snapped. "I'm sorry but who are you?" Peter asked. "Oh. I'm Luciano and he's Flavio." Luciano introduced. "I'm Lutz." Lutz said lazily. "And I, the one who was following you, am Gilen. And this is Kuro." Gilen said as he gestured towards the one who looked like Japan. "And who are you?" Lutz asked. "Peter Kirkland." Peter introduced. "No. You're not the right Kirkland." Kuro growled. "How can I be the wrong Kirkland? This is my dream." Peter said. "We should ask Francois." Lutz suggested. "Ah yes! He'll know." Gilen exclaimed. "I'll escort him." Flavio sang as he grabbed Peters arm. "No. I will." Luciano growled as he grabbed Peter's other arm. "Do they do this often?" Peter asked as the twins began dragging him. Gilen nodded. "Hey! You both can escort the boy." Gilen compromises.