"Your late for tea Alice~" the British hatter joked, waving his hands around in the air, the tea cup in his hand sloshing the now lukewarm tea was being splashed everywhere, onto the ground, the white table spread, his lap, and in his hair. You could only groan a reply; you were growing weary of the hatters games.
"England…I'm growing tired of this game. And my name is not Alice, it's (y_n)!" you finished with a curt sigh, standing but mere inches away from the table, England proceeded to laugh, as if what you'd just said the most hilarious thing in the world, reeling in from his laughter he proceeded to take a quick sip of his tea, frowning when he set it to the side, (you'd guessed that it was empty from what with his waving it about) watching your every movement with calculating green eyes.
"And who is to say that your name is not 'Alice' (y_n)? Were you given that right? Was I given that right to say you are not who you are or are not? For all we know your name could be 'Alice. You say that you are not 'her' denying her name by using your own as a poor substitute! How many memories have you</b> beaten down and grinned into dust?" England growled, his now vivid green eyes turning a deep blood red, his finger nails digging into the wooden table.
Feeling a shiver run down your spine, from England's smile, a cold sweat running down the side of your face from the sudden change in his eyes color, and the curling of your toes from the sound of his nails scratching into the wooden surface. Pointing a finger at the seat at the end of the table from him, taking a seat after situating yourself you poured yourself a cup of tea.
Placing more than three sugar cubes in the scolding hot light brown liquid, chancing a quick sip you set it to the side the words already rolling of your now warm tongue.
England's smile caused you to flinch, for his cachinnating laughter caused you to slap your hands over your ears, unable to stand the loud harsh laughter, England reeled himself in again as he yelled.
"Hahahah! Yes, yes! I'm mad! Mad as a hatter once he's lost everything! Yes, I may be mad but what about you? What has given you the right to call me mad? The world is mad did you know that? Yes, the world is very mad Alice~ it's very, very mad (y_n). It's not the world you remember." A pause followed this; England seemed to have lost his train of thought, his eyes following the fluttering flight path of a monarch butterfly.
"But…I have something to tell you~ since it seems that you've forgotten something very, very important about this world."
England finished, smiling and jumping around with child like glee. His smile leads you to believe that it would soon fall off his face. Preparing yourself for the worst you ask. "What is it that you have to tell me? What have I</> forgotten England?"
Smiling again with child like glee England cackling his reply.
"Were all mad here (y_n)!!!!"