Chapter 1- Initial Shock

I awoke in my bed dreadfully sore. What happened? I thought to myself. I rubbed my forehead suddenly realizing a scar that ran down the left side of my face. Stressed and confused, I needed to look in the mirror to see if there was anything else.

As soon as I got up however, Daddy France ran into my room and gave me an enormous hug. "My little Andorra, what were you thinking? I can't believe you tried to fight Prussia." Daddy France let go of me in an awkward smile waiting for my answer.

"Prussia? Who's Prussia?" I was thoroughly confused. I had a feeling that this Prussia person wasn't the only one I had forgotten.

"Anna!" An excited British accent filled the room before I felt hands wrap around my waist. Before I could say anything in objection, I was immediately turned to face a blonde with bushy eyebrows and green eyes. Slowly he pushed my dark brown hair out of my face. "We were all bloody hell worried about you." He then kissed the top of my head. "I'm glad to see you're all right though."

All? Who is all? As I contemplated more and more who was waiting for me to awake, Daddy France spoke up to the Brit harshly. "Don't touch my little girl like that, England. You already pinned her half-naked to the ground."

I, now blushing at that small comment, asked the Brit kindly, "Who are you again? I must have hit my head pretty hard. I'm sorry." I gave a faint laugh hoping to alleviate the situation.

"You really don't remember, do you?" His face entirely drained of color. "I'm England. We went to America's to go to a water park together and played that prank on France." He pushed my chin up to look me in the eyes, and I felt immense heat from my cheeks. "Do remember any of it? The picnic at the lake or the first world meeting you went to? Any of it?"

I shook my head. "Sorry. None of it rings a bell." I smiled a little and shrugged. I must have done a lot in the past few weeks. It was a shame I couldn't remember.

"You kept a photo book." Daddy France chimed in. "It's in your bedside table drawer."

England pushed past me forcefully to reach the unfurnished, black oak table. A screech sounded out as the drawer opened revealing a black leather book banded shut by a blood red ribbon. "Is this it?" England's voice was a tad hastened and frustrated. Without waiting for an answer, he untied the ribbon and opened to the first picture. "See. This is a picture of us at your first world meeting."

Suddenly it came back to me.