((A/N: Hello. Let me be the first to say that I ship Cornelia and Guilford as much as the next person within this fandom, but...I like him a lot too and he fits into the type of guys that I somehow seem to fall for within every anime I watch. But I much prefer inserting an OC and after careful planning and making sure I don't make a complete idiot of myself, I did a lot of research and made a lot of things for my OC, including a knightmare. Yep. I thought it would be interesting to do and I wanted to do something different from the stories that have inspired me. I can't really be sure if my OC will be well received, but might as well give it a shot. ಠ_ಠ

While looking over the Code Geass fanfiction list and all that, I barely found any fanfictions with Guilford and so I thought, "Hey, why not make a fanfiction with an oc then? You're young." And that's what happened.

I literally came up with the idea of this story in the shower. (the theory of your best ideas coming from when you're showering is true.)

By the way, I rushed in the end. I'm very sorry. And please forgive me if I have made any mistakes. I welcome any corrections you throw at me.

Please enjoy the story everyone.))

CHAPTER I | Amnesia

To most people, the sky's the limit. To those that love aviation, the sky is home. - Anonymous

The shining blue light and something that glowed red was all that they had saw and remembered before they encountered a field of flowers or at least that's what they had thought it was since their weak grip took hold of some of the flowers around them. Through their blurred vision, thanks to the blood dripping down into their eyes, burning away their eyesight for a while. They had heard birds chirping and had felt the breeze move along from the west that day. It was a matter of time before someone were to discover them - it just didn't occur to them that they were in a section of a palace in a nation that was a very strange to them. As a matter of fact, they have no way of knowing where in the world they are. The wounded person was surrounded by some splatter of blood and some belonging of theirs that may have come with them. Soon, the sharp pain in their eyes were too much and had decided to close their eyes, not really knowing that in just a few moments they would pass out again right before someone would come walking through where they were.

It had only started in a simple stroll, to take in the view that her now departed older brother had seen before he had been killed by someone. No one knows of the culprit or his identity since he revealed himself to the public, lifting the suspicion of Suzaku Kururugi, a Japanese male now turned to an Honorary Britannian soldier. Princess Euphemia had stayed behind at the palace to see all that Clovis had been doing in the arts. All that he had drawn before were so lovely and even now, the paintings on the walls were oh so beautiful. Meanwhile, her older sister, Cornelia, had been preoccupied in eliminating the terrorist groups roaming around Area 11. The two sisters were sent here to become the new viceroys - the oldest dealing with the political and military events while the youngest was giving the duties of attending the public events and being a public figure for the Britannians and the Honorary Britannians that had given up their name of being called Japanese. The pinkette was enamored by the flowers, especially the gardenias that she stopped to look at them. They were all in a pure color of white, no pigment of any other color that it might even rival the snow once compared with each other. Her blue eyes looked at each flower until there was one gardenia that had been stained with a few droplets of crimson blood.

Euphemia had become curious and pressed her way towards the flower, examining it and then looked to her right to see another gardenia that was stained with even more blood. Soon, it had only begun a trail of stained gardenias that formed into a small pool of blood on the ground. The pool just then led to the still unconscious body of the person, their clothing very unusual to the Britannian princess on as they had gotten a closer look at the body. She noticed the light caramel colored hair of the person and saw that there were a few injuries on their person, or at visible to the eye, blood gushing out from their legs and arms and some cuts on their face. They seemed to have quite handsome if it weren't for the cuts, their soft and short tassels of hair hovered over their forehead and covered some bits of their eyes.

She could faintly hear a small gasp of this persona and when she touched their cheek, she knew instantly this person was alive. Kneeling over them, she tried to get them to wake up.

"C-can you hear me?! Are you alright?! Oh please wake up! Guards!"

While she was running toward the guards that ran to her side to see what was wrong, only for her to run back at the dying body of what appeared to be a male person. They were getting ready to finish the job until Euphemia stood in front of them.

"You will not harm this man! What he needs is help! Call over a doctor!" She demanded and the guards were debating what to do. While doing so, the person laying on the floor didn't wish to open their eyes, but they did hear people talking. They had heard it all and didn't really bother getting themselves up, especially since they couldn't feel their leg and their arms was only able to lift itself some bit. Their head was throbbing and pain was rushing through their entire body; the pain flowing through their entire body as time passed on more. Soon enough, they had felt being lifted and heard people muttering about them. Some of the comments were not very nice and they wouldn't be doing such things if it weren't for the princess that they were protecting currently.

"What will Princess Cornelia say?" They said and put the unknown person within a stretcher that would be on its way to the hospital. A hospital that has sworn to secrecy about this incident and then moved quickly toward the hospital.

While the ambulance was taking the mysterious person toward the hospital, well on its way, Princess Cornelia had just started to return from her campaign with her faithful Royal Guard: her knight Gilbert G.P Guilford and General Andreas Dalton. Returning to the palace, they were surprised that there were servants scurrying around the place after they had disassembled a little group that were whispering amongst themselves. It even went down to the royal guards that stayed put, rifles in hand.

"Do a full search of the palace. They're might be more hostiles." They had said quickly and at this, Cornelia jumped into action, asking questions.

"What on earth happened here?!" She asked to one of officers, who stopped just in time and bowed.

"Earlier this morning, Princess Euphemia had stumbled upon a possible terrorist. She had requested them to be taken to the hospital as soon as possible."

Silence.

Utter silence was all that it had been in the hall as Cornelia frowned and rushed to find Euphemia, who was walking to her new room to change since her dress was covered in blood from the wounded stranger. Euphemia looked over at the end of the hall and saw her sister rushing over to her, clearly about to panic over the blood stained on her dress.

"Sister..you're back.."

"What happened?!" Euphemia flinched slightly at the tone of her older sister's voice.

"They were hurt!"

"Who is 'they'?"

"H-he never told me his name. He was unconscious and it was wrong for the guards to decide to kill him when he hasn't said anything to defend himself. That's why I sent him to the hospital in hope that when he heals, we'll ask him."

And so, the four Britannians were on their way to the hospital the mysterious stranger was being treated at. There was a wave of silence, Euphemia being the only one to decide to lighten up the mood, which seemed to have worked for a while. She was worried about the supposed man since he had lost a lot of blood while in the flower bed.

'Just what happened to him if he was injured that badly.' Euphemia thought to herself, barely noticing that they had arrived at the hospital.

The repeating beeping of the machines seemed to be the only thing that the violet eyed doctor seemed to hear, except from his writing and a bit of cleaning up he had to do, as he tended to his newest patient. Upon taking a glance at the person, he knew that they were not around from here.

'EU perhaps? No...last I've heard, their uniforms don't look that...and definitely not from the Chinese federation...she doesn't look like an eleven either...' The man thought to himself. That's right; this mysterious stranger was not a man, but a woman. And the doctor was impressed that the woman was still able to make her heart beat like normal when she lost a great amount of her blood. Normally, people would have died from such loss of blood.

"But then again, I don't get normal patients in the first place." He chuckled to himself as he finished up with patching up one of the wounds and looked at the resting figure of the woman with a very strange uniform on. It may have been torn in some places, but it was still a uniform nonetheless and the most important part of the person was that their name tag was there.

"Lt. Anselm..."

He would have continued to finish his sentence if one of the nurses did not come into the room along with four other people. His lips formed a small curve from each end, glancing from the corner from his eye to see who they were.

"Nurse...even if the military or the imperial family came in here, they shouldn't be allowed to enter like this while I'm still treating a patient." The doctor smiled at the group, asking the nurse to take over in stitching sound wounds and called for another to clean up the blood. He saw their faces, the looks they wore when they saw the unconscious person in front of them.

"You were just in time to send her here. Any longer and maybe she would have had a tougher chance of survival."

Euphemia seemed to have been the first one to say or done anything when the bespectacled violet eyed doctor shared the status of the person's health.

"Wait...'She'? That person wasn't a man?"

"I'm afraid not. Come, take a look for yourself." The doctor said, moving aside and let the four Britannians see the unconscious body of the woman. Euphemia gasped when she noticed that it was indeed a woman.

Cornelia watched with the stoic expression she was known to make, but underneath such an expression, mostly her body language, she clenched her fists and gritted her teeth. Her other two companions weren't better off. Dalton looked closely at her wounds, some seemed to have been inflicted by someone else and the others were caused by maybe a weapon or some kind of machine. He had seen his fair share of battle wounds from former comrades and commanders, but to cause so much damage on one person? It seemed like they wanted her dead.

Guilford, standing beside Cornelia, looked away briefly, looking again to be sure that it was real.

"I'm more impressed by the fact that she was able to still be alive."

"Who is she then?" Cornelia asked, snapping out of her anger. The doctor, better known as Charles Xavier, looked at the deep violet haired woman.

"A Lieutenant Anselm...at least that's what it said on this name tag of hers on her uniform. Her first name is not written anywhere else. I made sure." Xavier said.

"Lieutenant..? So she's in the military?" Guilford asked.

"It would appear so." Again, another wave of silence occurred before Xavier spoke again.

"I'll keep you all updated on her condition."

Weeks had passed, three at least, since the arrival of this Lieutenant Anselm. Still asleep, she was closely monitored by the staff of the hospital, all seeming to have some sort of softspot for the so-called lieutenant. Hardly anyone visited the young woman, young obviously being from the range of early or mid twenties. The only other people besides the hospital staff were the four britannians that went to see her earlier that month. Euphemia was the one that visited her the most; talking to her at some points to ease the silence.

Others seemed to think that this was a coma that the brunette was in, but to her, it may have been just a small nap since her body was weak and needed some energy back. It must be a lot of energy since she was asleep for nearly three weeks.

Silence was in the room as brunettes eyes opened slowly, making his eyes focus on anything really. No one was in the room at the moment, for if they did, they would have noticed their rose colored eyes looking at the window to the side, seeing the blue sky and feel the warmth from the were in that position for a while, not bothering to turn their head to anything and only looked out the window like it was the only entertainment that was provided for her. And she was enjoying the precious gift so it seemed since she didn't even notice the footsteps or the person that belonged to them as they walked into the room and were stunned at the brunettes figure watching the window with their eyes open and were almost in awe about the color of her eyes. Anselm, taking her eyes off the window, she turned her head to see Euphemia with her hands occupied in holding a bouquet of flowers for the bedridden woman. The two stared at each other for a while until Euphemia broke into a smile, quickly running toward the brunettes side and clasped her hand as gently as possible without hurting her.

"I'm so glad...I'm so glad you're okay, Anselm!" Euphemia cried, looking up again to Anselm getting a clear view of her face as she winced when the pinkette grasped her face since her face was tender.

"Ow!"

"I'm sorry! I was overwhelmed when I saw you were awake now! You were in a coma for three weeks!" Euphemia exclaimed to which the brunette looked at her with a confused expression.

"Three week coma?"

"You're awake now though! This is great!"

The rose colored eyed girl was silent, her posture fixing itself as she tried to sit up, which worried the pinkette since the brunette didn't seem to noticed that her arms, legs and every other body part of theirs were injured greatly. Euphemia, soon after the brunette, stepped out of the room to call Xavier over again and to get the Viceroy down here. It really didn't take long for the supposed Viceroy to get here. The brunette was looking down at her lap with her fingers laced together as best as they could without injuring them even more. Soon, Anselm heard more footsteps and whisked her head over again to see a woman of power so to speak. To her, she was a woman of power. And behind her were two of her most trusted of the Royal Guard, one of them being her Knight.

"You're awake." Cornelia said, walking toward her bedside to get a clear view of the stranger that happened to appear in the palace. She wanted questions to be answered and she needed them now.

"Now, I need you to enlighten us. Would it be alright to ask you a few questions?" She asked as she leaned over to the bedridden girl. Speaking of the bedridden girl, she nodded her head in agreement.

"I don't see the problem in that. In return, I'd like to ask you all questions too."

"Right. First off, do you remember your name?"

The brunette looked flabbergasted for a minute, going into the back of her thoughts to see if there was anything that popped up; her mouth trying to form words.

"...A-Anselm. That's what you were calling me...so that must be who I am." She said, looking at Euphemia.

"Do you have a first name? Do you remember it?"

"I don't recall..."

"Alright. Do you know where you are?"

The brunette looked at the five, her rose colored eyes scanning their movements and looked out the window. She still didn't know where she could be at despite the effort there.

"I'm in this hospital...that's all I know..."

The others looked at each other, continuing off with the questions.

"...do you not know of the Tokyo Settlement?" Euphemia asked with her hands clasped together and leaned over on the bed, the brunette looking up at all five of them, blinking as she was trying to process all of this.

"Tokyo Settlement? What?" This was the time Cornelia and Euphemia exchanged looks. It was a time to worry. Guilford and Dalton also shared a look, but Xavier seemed to be the only one that had fun with all of this.

"You don't know of Area 11?" Asked Cornelia

Anselm shook her head. "Never heard of such a thing."

"The One Month War?" Asked Dalton

"There was a war with that name?"

"The Holy Britannian Empire?"

"What?"

The silence grew again and all that the brunette could do was look at the shocked faces of her visitors, seeing them shift and sighing from the news of this one person not knowing about such things. Before Cornelia had asked another question, Anselm spoke.

"If it's not much to ask, how do you know my surname was Anselm?"

This time, it was Xavier that had the answer and with his answer, so came an article of clothing in his hands with a name tag so it seemed.

"You were wearing this when you came here. Maybe this will trigger something." He finished, letting the girl take it from his hands and looked down and up from every angle. The patches and design on the uniform were to turn heads, especially with the three that were in the military.

The young woman looked and saw the patch that was in some strange flag design. To the Britannians, it was an odd idea of a flag. But to her, it did trigger something as she held her breath for a few seconds and started to move her fingers to grip the uniform. It was her country's flag. The country that she had decided to join the military for...she remembers that, but not her first name. Why is that? Maybe she bumped her head a little too much before she woke up.

"This flag...my country's flag..." She said softly, but loud enough to have been heard.

"What country?"

'Oh what was the name of the country again? Something something America I think.. The blank blank of America...Oh, I got it!"

"...The United States..." She replied softly, still looking at her flag. Again, everyone but Anselm exchanged looks. Everyone seemed just as, if not, more confused than her.

"If you say I'm who I am. I'd like to return to my nation at once."

Okay, that's one way of saying it.

Unfortunately, the job of Viceroy and Sub-Viceroy were calling and now that they knew the young woman wasn't going to go anywhere, the four promised to return to the hospital again the next day and this time with a map to show where in the hell this United States is at. Everyone had done their own little research, especially Xavier who was very curious on what was going on with some functions of Anselm's (that is what everyone had decided to call her for now) brain. He figured it out since they've done a scan. The Hippocampus is a crucial part of the brain that involved with the memory of said person. According to the doctor, there had been trauma inflicted on her head, possibly causing her amnesia on why she seemed so hesitant on answering some of the questions she'd been asked.

The young woman befriended the Britannian doctor, asking about the date and what goes around the so-called Tokyo Settlement. It was somewhere in the near end of March of the year 2017 of the Imperial Calendar. The ruler of the Holy Britannian Empire was a man by the name of Charles zi Britannia. And apparently, Anselm met two of his children. Xavier seemed to share the same first name, but prefers being called Xavier.

"I made a fool out of myself in front of members of a royal family...great.." she muttered.

"Well, you didn't honestly know," Xavier chuckled, taking his time to check on the young woman not just as his patient, but as a friend. "Given your situation, that would have been a free pass. Though, I've never quite met anyone with a case like yours. It's quite interesting to talk to an amnesiac."

"I prefer if you talk to me like I'm an actual human being and not an experiment."

"I apologize. Though, I'd say you're very lucky as well. If you were a number, you wouldn't have gotten an easy pass with the new Viceroy and her Royal Guard."

"New Viceroy?"

"That's correct. Princess Cornelia's predecessor was her younger brother, Prince Clovis, was murdered supposedly around the time you were found. Since the incident, Cornelia hasn't been too fond of the Elevens or Honorary Britannians here."

Anselm nodded, silently giving her condolences for the two princesses that were in the room yesterday.

'What would it feel to lose a family member?' She asked herself, curiouser, but pushed such a thought out of her head.

"Now, it's time for your lunch!" Xavier chimed, seeing from the corner of his eye the nurse walking down the hall and with a tray in her hands that was to be Anselm's food. To the eye, it did seem delicious, but she wouldn't know for sure until she tried it. So she tried the Miso soup first. There were a few dishes in the hospital that they decided to use for nutritional reasons that were from the Elevens. That was another fact that she learned - the Japanese were now called Elevens.

The soup tasted great, but as she moved to the main course, a simple grilled chicken with two pieces of bread with lettuce and tomato. And as a little dessert, a cup of lemon pudding. One bite of the chicken and she made a scowl. The lettuce didn't really help to rid the taste in her tongue and she pushed the self-made chicken sandwich and moved on to the lemon pudding, which tasted much better. A little sweet, but better.

Xavier chuckled and made a mental note to tell the others that the young woman despised three things: chicken, lettuce and tomatoes.

Like they had promised yesterday, both Princess Cornelia and Princess Euphemia came back along with Dalton and Guilford to check up on Anselm and they might have came at a wrong time since she was force feeding herself with the tray of food that was laid in front of her and from her expression, she tried to wash out the taste with apple juice.

"You've must be very hungry if you kept eating all that food despite it's taste."

"The pie was the only good thing...the rice was a bit undercooked.." She said, drinking more of her apple juice. Apple juice is now her friend.

"You must have done quite a lot in just one day Miss Anselm." Cornelia asked with a small smile curving her lips. Anselm turned her head and put down her glass.

Xavier straightened up and bowed lightly.

"Well, the doctor here kindly told me of the date and what exactly is the Britannian empire." She smiled nervously, playing with one of the loose bandages wrapped in her hand. There were still the small ones on her face from cuts on her lips and cheeks. To her today, she realized that her right leg was put in a cast and her slash wound at her hip had to be sewn back. Her forehead had a bandage wrapped around too since she was bleeding from there.

"Good. The more you know about your surroundings, the better. Guilford, the map please." At the call of his name, Guilford, the man wearing the glasses, walked toward Cornelia's side with the map in his hands. They laid it down in front of the young woman as she sat up again as best as she could. She didn't see much difference of the map - the continents still looked the same, but some of the border lines of the nation's she'd come to know barely even existed anymore. Instead, three different nations seemed to interest more. Not only that, the continent and country of Australia seemed to stick out as well.

"What's the difference between this map and one that you may have known?" Cornelia asked, waiting patiently for Anselm to answer.

"Most of the countries I know...their country borders are gone. And Australia, it's marked grey."

"Australia is a permanent neutral country."

"Oh. Or maybe no one wanted to deal with living within a country that has poisonous almost everything." That earned a few laughs as Anselm looked at the map more.

"There's three superpowers here.."

"Correct. This here," Cornelia pointed to the familiar continent of North America, "is the mainland of the Britannian Empire. Now, to our west," She pointed again to the familiar country of China, "is the Chinese Federation."

Anselm nodded with the new information.

"And lastly, this here," her finger slid across to land on Europe, "Is the EU. These are the three superpowers of the world."

Three super powers. Two more than what Anselm would have been used to in her country or world.

"Now, show us where this United States is." Cornelia asked as Anselm used her finger to trace invisible lines across the mainland of the Britannian Empire.

"North up here would have been Canada and south would have been Mexico. And here at the east coast, that's where Washington D.C is - the capital." Anselm explained in detail and then went on to what the states were and mentioned most of their capitals. Not only that, she went on to say of the international relationships the US was in on. Needless to say, they were all in a bit of shock in how detailed her story had gotten. She showed no sign of lying to the Britannian Royal guard.

"Well, it may be that way where you're from, but here, our empire's capital is Pendragon. Right here." Cornelia pointed to the region Anselm noticed was southern California.

"A capital named after the legend of King Arthur...fitting actually," muttered the young woman as chuckled.

There was talk about Anselm's situation, Xavier explaining quickly that she couldn't remember her memories so well, but it wasn't permanent. Anselm would be experiencing quick flashes of her past if she was lucky and soon she'd remember. To the young woman with amnesia, this made her smile; the memories that she had been blocked from would return soon. Not instantly, but soon. The sooner she remembers, the sooner she wouldn't trouble anyone, but it was also for her selfish desire in wanting to know what exactly kind of person she was. Did she have someone waiting for her?

"That's wonderful, right Anselm?" Euphemia exclaimed toward the bandaged woman as she nodded.

"Yeah. Soon, I'll be able to stand on my own two feet again. And if me being a pilot is true, then I'd like to go back into service, maybe."

Euphemia clenched her hands together again, a rising fear overtaking her body as she looked at the word exchange between the others and her new friend. Worry, that was the current emotion, worry for her new friend even though she hasn't set her foot off the hospital bed yet.

"Ah! Before I also forget, I went through some light reading," Xavier pulled out a few notebooks that seemed to have already been used from all that writing Xavier must have done, "And went through a lot of books to give you a name. You're free to look and read it, but my personal favorites are the ones circled in the front."

Anselm opened the first notebook and saw the first name that was circled.

"Levi?"

"Levi Anselm. Has a nice ring to it doesn't it?" Xavier smiled.

"Levi Anselm, huh? It does sound nice actually."