Someone stop me please DX I keep making new stories...Okay, until I get at least half way through some of my other stories I'm not making any new ones! Oh, but there was this other story I wanted to- AHH O_O It just keeps happening…T_T


There was a screeching sound. England felt himself flying through the air, a continuous beeping noise growing faint. What was going on?

The Brit expected to land on the ground at some point, but he continued to drift away. England frowned as he tried to think. Floating was definitely strange, but that didn't seem to occur to him.

"...Me?"

He felt himself sink as his body grew heavier. The voice became louder and clearer as he descended.

"Mr Kirkland? Can you hear me?" the voice asked. England frowned again. Who was 'Mr Kirkland'?

England slowly opened his eyes. A young nurse, possibly in her twenties, looked down at him worriedly.

"Good, you're awake." She smiled. Her voice had a slight American accent. "How do you feel?"

"...I have a headache." England groaned. "What happened?"

The nurse sighed. "You were playing baseball with some of the others. Mr Jones threw the ball to you, but you didn't see it and it hit you in the head. It wasn't hard enough to do any serious damage, but it still knocked you out. Honestly, I think that boy is too strong for his own good sometimes," she huffed.

England blinked. Why the hell had he been playing baseball? That sounded more like something America would do...And who was 'Mr Jones'?

"Um...Where am I?" he asked uncertainly. He thought the baseball thing sounded unlikely, but he couldn't remember anything. He had a faint memory of preparing for a meeting the other day, but after that...

"You're in the school infirmary," the nurse explained. "You were brought here soon after you fell unconscious." She smiled sympathetically. "Besides some bruising, your head doesn't have any serious injuries. You can return to class if you feel well enough"

England nodded. At least his head wasn't too bad...Wait, school? Class?

"What do you mean 'school'?" England asked nervously.

The nurse looked surprised. "I know that you just had an accident, Mr Kirkland, but you can't let your grades fall behind. I heard you worked hard for your scholarship, and it would be terrible for your effort to go to waste..."

This answer only confused England more. "Can I…have some water please?" He said the first thing that came to mind.

"Of course." The nurse beamed before leaving the room, her blonde hair swishing behind her.

England stood up from the bed he had been resting on. Wherever he was, it did look just like a normal school infirmary. But why would he have been sent here after an accident? He looked around the room curiously, noticing his reflection in a mirror out of the corner of his eye. He turned to the mirror fully, staring.

He stared again.

England looked...young. He normally looked at least twenty-three. So, why was he suddenly seventeen years old?

"Wha...?" he squeaked.

"Hey, Miss?" a familiar voice asked. "I was wondering, is he...?" The door swung open and America walked in worriedly. Like England, he seemed around seventeen, although that wasn't too much of a change for the American.

He grinned when he saw England. "Artie!" America said happily. "You're alright!" He tackle-hugged England, holding him as hard as he could.

"Wha...?" England squeaked again, but for a different reason.

America dropped the Brit, as if just remembering his own strength. "Sorry, Artie," he said sheepishly. "And about the ball too. I didn't know that was going to happen. I didn't know I threw it that hard, and-!"

"Stop," England cut in. "America, I really don't know what you're talking about. And why are you calling me 'Artie'?"

"...'America'?" The American looked at him in shock. "Art...are you feeling okay?"

"Of course I'm not okay!" England snapped. "I just woke up in a strange place, and I look about six years younger! What the bloody hell is going on?"

"Calm down!" the American said. "I...I'm sure you're just a bit confused because of the accident. This is the infirmary. We're at W Academy, our school...remember?"

"'School'?" England glared at him. "What are you talking about, America? We don't go to school. We're countries! We've never been to school!"

"My name's not America." England looked into his eyes for any sign that he was joking, but he looked more serious than he had ever seen him. "My name is Alfred F. Jones. You're Arthur Kirkland. What do you mean by 'we're countries'?"


And so ends the first chapter to another story XD I hope you enjoyed it. At first I wanted to do a fanfic where England lost his memories and thought he was human, but then I thought it'd be fun to make it the other way round XD I still think it'd be fun to do a fanfic like that, but maybe with a different character XD Please review and tell me what you think ^_^