(America x England)

Disclaimer: I do not own hetalia or any of its characters. But if I did there would be some major changes :)

Summary: America has landed himself in the hospital after suffering some head trauma, after he gets out, will he remember who he is? And who will help him during his time of need?


Prologue

It was a beautiful day at England's house; the sun was miraculously shining, his flowers were blooming, his thoughts were peaceful as he listened to the birds chirp. A sweet scented breeze swept through the yard, Arthur was in his gardening outfit today, complete with a pair of hedge clippers in his hand. 'Nothing could possibly ruin this moment', he thought to himself.

"Hey! England!"

A sigh escaped Arthur's lips as he heard the unmistakably loud voice in the distance. His first instinct was to see if he could ignore it.

"England!" 'Just ignore it Arthur', he advised himself mentally. Just ignore it—

"IGGY!" his patience has just run out. "WHAT you stupid git?"

"Geez England, you didn't have to be rude to me. I just wanted to know if you want to come over to my house and watch some movies!" The poor sap had the biggest grin on his face. Arthur's eyes glanced around his well kept garden; his primroses are in full bloom, the daffodils looking beautiful, his london pride were fine. His emerald eyes close as he turns back to Alfred, "Fine, but just this once okay?" One eyelid opens to look at the energetic blonde in front of him, what greeted him was an intense stare from America's 'spacious sky's' or in other words, his blue eyes.

"What?" Now both eyes were open, his patience wearing thinner as his grip tightens on the hedge clippers still in his hands.

"I think that that's the first time you've accepted an invitation from me Iggy…" there was a flash of something in his eyes as the taller male looked at him, but it was gone as soon as Arthur noticed it. "Anyways! That is gonna be so awesome when you come over man! I bet your excited to see the hero's house after all this time dude! This is gonna be great!" All of a sudden Alfred engulfed Arthur in a bear hug, but given to America's immense strength, he was slowly squeezing the air out of Arthur's lungs.

"Can't-breathe you stupid-arsehole!" It took America a full minute to realize what Arthur just said. And in doing so, he let go of him immediately. "Sorry man! Well, I guess I'll see you later!" after pushing the oh-so-famous glasses up on the bridge of his nose, what were they called? Tennessee? Toronto? Well, the bumbling nutter* went on his way. Without realizing it, England could still feel his arms around him, but that was weird, wasn't it? He wasn't a nancy-boy*, he didn't like Alfred that way, did he? Well, now he had something else to worry about. What was he going to bring to America's?


Arriving at America's, Arthur let out a sigh as he stood before the big mahogany door. His eyes look over the surprisingly well-kept grounds. As he was distracted by the darkness around him, the door suddenly was yanked open, making poor England jump as light flooded the crisp evening air.

"Hey England! You made it!" Arthur's arm was almost yanked out of his socket as Alfred pulled him into the room. "Hey, watcha got there dude?" It took Arthur a second to realize that he was talking about the large bag in his hand.

"What? Oh! They're, um….." England mumbled the last part of that sentence, making Alfred confused as a prominent blush spread across Arthur's face. "What, man?" America leaned forward to hear him better.

"Magic….Stars*…" England managed to look Alfred in the eyes, America giving him that intense stare again. "W-what're you looking at you prat*?" Alfred shook his head at England, the goofy grin back on his face. "I just can't believe you brought something man! It's cool of you, you know?" America slapped England on the back as he says this, laughing loudly. The doorbell rang at that moment, surprising England out of his stupor.

"Oh cool! Y'all are here!" Arthur heard America say. Curious, he walked into the large front room, where there was a loveseat, and a corner couch made for seven people, max. Looking around, he found Japan, Russia, China, France, Spain, Prussia, Italy, Romano, and Germany; all of them have their eyes locked on him.

"Umm…" Gladly, it was Japan who spoke first.

"Ah, England-san. How are you this evening?" Japan was sincere in his words, sensing the awkward feel in the air. "Well Japan, I'm doing fine, how are y-"

"HEY guys! How did all y'all get here at the same time? Didja carpool? What're you? Mexico?" Everyone laughed uneasily at the joke. Then it was Russia's turn.

"I have brought vodka America, and plenty of it. You would like some Da?" Even from where he was standing he could feel the menacing aura in the atmosphere. America, like always, seemed oblivious.

"Yeah! The awesome me brought the beer! Anyone want some? *Kesesesese…. *" 'Of course Prussia and Germany brought the beer, this 'party' is going to have a lot of alcohol isn't it?' Japan had managed to bring his bottle of sake, Italy and his brother brought some kind of sweet from their country that England couldn't quite pronounce, France brought wine that had been sitting in a cellar for about fifty years, China brought some of his own food and addresses England as he sets it down. ("Hello England, ahen*.") and England thought that the only thing that Spain brought was his attitude.

"All right! Let's get this party started! What movie shall we watch?" All of a sudden everyone there bursts out with suggestions. England thought he would have a headache.

"Let's watch a documentary, about me of course!" Prussia.

"~Ve, we should watch a romance!" Italy.

"How about a Russian movie Da? It gets the vodka flowing in your veins my friends…" Russia.

"I know! Let's watch one of the 'home movies' I made myself…honhonhon…" France.

"NO ONE WANT'S TO SEE YOUR SEXTAPES YOU BLOODY FROG!" England managed to grab Francis by the front of his 'cape' and was violently shaking him back and forth.

"Hey! Hey! HEY! IGGY!" Alfred grabbed Arthur around the waist and yanked him off of the eccentric Frenchman. Alfred had his arms wrapped tightly around England, one hand over his mouth. "Calm down okay? Man, it's just a movie. I know, we'll all watch Kickass. Okay?" Everyone nodded in stunned silence. "Ja, I'll watch this, Kickass movie of yours." America snickered at how Germany worded the phrase. As America left to go get the movie from his extensive collection, China got up to set up the DVD player. Russia also got up to peer over China's shoulder. "How do you know to do this China?"

"I know how because America bought this from me! Aru. I make the best." England sat down in the corner as everyone chatted about the little things while they waited; Arthur's fairies began to talk with him. "How are you Arthur? We missed you…" England couldn't help smiling. "I missed you too flying mint bunny. I'm just stuck here with America and the others; I think I got put into this corner for being mean to the frog ninny."

"Oh okay well we think America's coming back so we'll leave you okay?" Arthur nodded at his fairy friends. "Okay, see you later." He lifted an arm to wave at them as they faded away.

"Hey England, who're you waving to?" America stood there, video in hand, staring at England in the corner.

"What? Nothing. Why you asking?" A nervous laugh escapes England.

"Okay dude. Come on, let's get the snacks." Alfred extends his hand to help up Arthur. His always present grin on his face, but a flash of emotion crossed his eyes as England took his hand.

'What's with that? I feel like a bloody barmpot* when he gives me that look.' England shook his head as he followed Alfred into the kitchen. As he walked in, America was already on a stepladder, trying to reach a supersized bowl on the top shelf. Shaking his head, England looked around the kitchen, seeing burger merchandise everywhere. One thing caught his eye though. "You have a bloody burger print curtains above your sink? That's a bit much don't you think?"

Without turning around, America nods rapidly. "Yeah but I like it dude. 'Cus I'm the hero!"

"Uh-huh, sure." At that exact moment, France decided to barge into the kitchen.

"Ah, Amerique. Where is the bathroom in this house of yours?" He poked his head into the kitchen.

"Oh, it's in the hallway over there- Ahh!" As Alfred spoke, he turned around to point in the direction he was talking about. In doing so he fell backwards off of the stepstool and hit his head on the counter with a 'smack!' .

"AMERICA!" England yelled as he rushed over to Alfred. "America! Wake up! America! Alfred! Someone call the bloody ambulance!"

America's vision was fuzzing over; his eyes felt heavier as he could barely hear everyone's voices around him. He could hear Arthur's voice louder than the others; he tried to turn his head. To stay awake. He was the hero dammit! Hero's don't pass out! 'England…I…'


So here he was, the great and mighty England. In the waiting room. His hands were shaking as he waited for the doctor. The room had that classic sterile smell that is associated with hospitals. When the doctor finally came out of the room that Alfred was supposed to be in, his eyes looked tired. His coat was wrinkled. Germany would have a cow if he saw this man. England stood to greet the doctor.

"So, how's he doing?" Arthur looked at the doctor, glancing once at his ID badge. Dr. Laudin.

"He's asleep right now, but he will be fine…there seems to be no concussion. But he may have lost some of his memories." The doctor couldn't look England in the eye for some reason.

"I'm going to see him." England stormed into the room, intent on waking up America right then and there. But upon seeing Alfred lying in the hospital bed, he stopped in his tracts. Alfred looked so innocent lying on the bed. Arthur walked up next to him, almost in a dreamlike state. Arthur brought up a hand to brush the hair off of Alfred's forehead, his green eyes searching for any signs of head trauma even though the doctor said there was none.

While he stood there, England moved his hand to hold onto America's as he sat down on the edge of the bed. "Oh Alfred, look at you. You shouldn't be here…" Arthur closed his eyes and set his head on America's chest. "Wake up you stupid git…"

A mumble came out of Alfred's lips. England looked up to see America's eyes opening up, squinting as he does so.

"Ohhh…my head." Arthur's eyes opened wide in surprise as he watched the younger nation.

"Alfred? It's Arthur…are… you okay?" Alfred's eyes looked up, eyes that were bluer than the ocean met emeralds.

Alfred shook his head. "Who…am I?"


And there is my first Hetalia fanfic. I hope to get at least ten comments before I post the next chapter.

*nutter- a stupid person

*prat- a fool

*nancy-boy- homosexual

*Magic Stars- a chocolate sweet made by Milky Way

*ahen- Chinese for 'opium' as in the Opium War between China and England

*barmpot- a clumsy idiot

There. So y'all aren't confused

R&R please! Thanks.