Oh, hey everyone! Sorry if this fanfic sucks- I wrote it forever ago and kind of missed it, y'know?
Amelia awoke on a lush green hillside, the sun causing everything to look better. "Wh-where...am I?" She asked herself as she looked around in wonderment. A shady apple tree was a few feet away, the crisp looking, bright, shiny red apples hung on the braches, taunting her. The American stood up, a deep crimson blush spreading across her cheeks as she realized she was nude. Her stomach slightly growled at her as she took dainty steps across the grass, an arm reaching up to grab an apple. The sky was a perfect blue with white, puffy clouds floating across the sky. Amelia admired the suns perfect glow as her hand reached an extremley smooth apple, twisting her wrist slightly to pull it down as the delicate fruit reached her lips. As she bit into it, an amazing sensation spread throughout her mind. She felt as if she was flying, a perfectly sweet taste dancing across her tongue. In the back of her mind she heard a light whisper of a familiar voice. A voice that seemed whispy as it bounced and echoed in her mind. "I...hope you dream of me..."
She felt a gloved hand on her bare back, sending shivers down her spine. As the American turned to face whoever this was, her heart began to beat faster and faster. She turned to meet a tall, silver-haired man with an extremley odd, yet adorable nose, and gorgeous violet eyes. A thick accent filled his voice as he spoke, placing his hands on her shoulders, "We should probably get you some clothes, da?" Didn't she hear this voice before? Moments before? Years before? The tall mans arms picked the woman up bridal style, carrying her down the hill. As they approached a field of sunflowers, Amelia spoke up. "Those flowers...they're amazing! This place..it's amazing! You...who are yo-" her voice cracked slightly as she wrapped her arms around his neck, "Me. Who am I?"
"Da. The flowers are our favorite. Why do you ask such questions, my love? Don't you remember this place? Remember me? You're mine. You promised so a long time ago...before you left us here..." The man stared at her, his beautiful eyes examining her. Before Amelia knew it, she felt herself speak up, "What are you talking about?! I've never been here before. I think I would remember being here. I think I'd remember you and myself and everyth-" She was cut off by him pulling her close to him, pressing his lips against hers before pulling away, "My love. Once we get you clothes, I can explain. We are almost home...almost home for good..." The American stared, wide eyed from shock, but nodded anyways. "If I'm yours as you say, then I'm okay."
