Lu here and back from Spain! Writing a fanfic...that's not about Spain... either way, I know this is a long A/N and you can skip it if you want but I've always found that I love usuk AUs where England hasn't raised America (usually cardverse, human and pirate AUs, ect) but I do wonder if it would work out if they had their pasts together as bothers taken away for a brief period and have it as if they were meeting for the first time, but then have them thrown back into reality. Sorry for the long A/N but I just thought I'd share my thoughts. Enjoy if you will~

Amnesia – a USUK fanfiction

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Alfred stirred at the sound of the heart machine. Where was he? The hospital? What? Why? Did he finally get abducted by aliens? Was he in their spaceship? Are they going to dissect and perform experiments on hi-

Wait...

There was water!

At this, he awoke...and he wish he didn't because he had the biggest fucking migraine ever!

Lying back down and shielding his eyes from the bright light of the hospital room, he vaguely remembered a storm and falling off the side of a ship...

Wait. What?

"Ughhh..." He groaned and he buried his face in the clean, white pillows. His head hurt too much for this. After about five minutes he decided to open his eyes and brave the blinding light before finding out what happened - but the zigzags restricting his vision were too much.

Screw this, he was going back to sleep.

Just as he closed his eyes, he heard the door open and a timid voice speak out. "America?"

He groaned again, "Dude, I told you not to call me that when we're not in meetings – it makes us look like nerds."

Matthew, or Canada, frowned. Why was that the first thing he said to him when he'd just almost drowned? He was only here because he was Alfred's emergency contact. Three presses from the American's mobile's power button and he received a text saying he was in trouble. At first he thought he might have pressed it by mistake, but then he checked the location.

The middle of the Atlantic ocean.

It took his rescue team 3 days to find him – floating in a lifeboat, unconscious and sunburnt just off the coast of New York.

"Ah, okay Alfr-"

He was interrupted by yet another groan, this time of pain. Alfred then spoke in a strained voice, "Dude, could you ask the nurse for some painkillers? My head hurts like a bitch."

Matthew grumbled but nodded before leaving the room. Alfred sighed and cradled his head in his hands, what happened to him?

...

Arthur awoke upon a sandy beach, dehydrated and under the burning sun. It was one of those days. Did his ship sink? He assumed it did since he was covered in sand and seaweed. He wondered what happened, he couldn't recall much but a storm and a sense of dread. He hated being a pirate sometimes.

"Blasted ocean," He half muttered, half spat out before he registered the feeling of being poked in the face with a stick.

"Angleterre~ Angleterre~ did you miss me that much you faked your own shipwreck?~" Francis?! Arthur bolted up and lunged for the Frenchman's throat, strangling him as if he'd just murdered his family.

"What the bloody fuck are you doing here and why am I washed up on the beach?!" He tightened his grip with pure hatred glinting in his eyes, "explain yourself, you stupid frog!"

Now panicking, Francis managed to pry the former pirate's hands away from his neck whilst trying to choke out an explanation, Arthur was scary right now. He'd overheard him and Alfred discussing teaching Alfred how to sail the old fashioned way after he mocked his privateering past. But he didn't expect it to end like this.

He decided to try the friendly approach. "Mon ami, I did nothing! I was merely wandering along my own coastline when I stumbled upon you washed up on my beach! What happened to your pirate cruise with Alfred?"

Trying but failing, Arthur couldn't manage to wrap his hands around the frog's neck in his weakened state but still he persisted to try. "Bollocks! Don't try and mess with me, I don't know an Alfred! You just want to steal my treasure!"

Confused but now concerned, Francis tried to reason. "What do you mean, Angleterre?! You raised Amérique!" He was met with a confused stare. "The child you dragged up with your awful tastes! America!"

Francis began choking again, Arthur was starting to regain his strength and he strangled him in annoyance. "Have you lost the plot, you twat? I raised nobody. Who is this America?"

Between chokes, Francis managed to speak. "Mon ami, I don't understand why you are trying to kill me! Our privateering days are over, I just heard you muttering about them in your state of rest so I decided to wake you! I speak the truth, we are in the year 2017! Just look at what we're wearing!"

For some reason, Arthur did as he was told – indeed they were in modern clothing. He released his hold on Francis and sat back, deeply confused. "What the bloody hell happened?"

Thank you for reading and let me know if I should continue.