Why Do You Torture Me So?

"A...America?" My voice rang out as I stared at him. He was fake...He wasn't real. He was just a character from an Anime I loved...I knew everything about him though...
"Alice? Is that you?!" He yelled embracing me quickly. "You look so different now! The last time I saw you was when you moved to San Diego! Oh man! You look hot!" I could feel my cheeks heat up.
"Alfred F. Jones, You don't look bad yourself." I tried playing it cool...what they didn't know wouldn't hurt them. I couldn't tell if they were just whisks of smoke or actual human flesh.
"Alice!" An annoying German voice sounded...Prussia...I mean Gilbert!
"The awesome Gilbert has said hello." I snickered out softly.
"You remember my name? Oh that's sexy!" I looked at him confused expression but that's when it clicked. My shirt was slightly ripped and my pants had been cut into shorts...Damn it!
"Why is it always me whose clothes get ripped?" I asked aloud looking at Mike and then shifting my gaze to Alfred and Gilbert.
"Because you're the heroine?" Al said,
"Because you're hot?" Gil replied
"Hey! Knock it off you freak!"Mike shouted jealously over my shoulder. '
"Mike, don't forget that they were my only friends before I met you and the guys. Okay?" I said and he shrugged.
"Still, I don't care."
"Mike," I replied sternly.
"Alice," He whined knowing he would loose.
"No," I replied embracing the two then walking back into my hospital room, I was already feeling restless.
These were going to be long weeks

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