Hurray for new stories! This idea came to me in a dream :3 So I'm really excited about it~! Since I'm almost done with The Fifty States of America, I decided to give it a try :D Let's see how many reviews I can get~!

(I don't own Hetalia, England, or America. Just Memories)

Memories; everyone has them, it depends whether they want to cherish them or not. They can be wonderful, exciting, embarrassing, depressing, painful, funny, and delicate. Blurry, clear, or blurred out. People of an older age smile usually smile upon memories- thinking of the days full of sunshine and endless energy. For a child of young age- all they can think of is blessed summer, and fun filled days. Memories are what define what we are now- they shape the future for us. A good experience might lead to doing the same thing again, making the person feel happy. Memories remind us constantly of what we've done; good and bad. Namely, we remember the bad ones the most. A fight, getting hurt, relationships broken- so many things can happen to ruin memories. Memories that could be happy can turn into sad ones- like hanging out with a loved one who is no longer living. Being in love until it ends up your heart is broken. Relaxing with a best friend until it turns to awkward conversations, and then to abandonment. Truthfully, memories are both cherished and hated. What has been done cannot be undone.

I guess that's why they hate me so much.

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I sat at the windowsill of the blocked off room, staring off into the rose garden. It was truly beautiful, and it was a pity I couldn't experience them for myself. I could only see the garden when he saw it, and those memories only lasted for a while. My long curly blonde hair was twisted around my ring finger; swirling and un-swirling. I had no company whatsoever, only the occasional fairy that was powerful enough to see me. My life was filled with hate, tragedies, war, and loneliness. Of course, I also got the job of the other one's memories, so it was sometimes filled with fun, work, and happiness. Mainly sadness though. I guess my life pretty much consisted of sadness. Not like these memories were mine though. Sometimes I pretended I was a computer chip that recorded every second of their lives. I was the thing they hated desperately, probably wanting to erase me when they remembered something unpleasant. I've lived through the start of England, to the Hundred Years War, to America's birth, the Revolutionary War, the Civil War, WWI, and WWII. Physically impossible, right? My existence is impossible anyway.

I have no name, merely a ghost of a girl who never lived. I guess if I had to have a name, it would be Memories; strange, I know. I have long, curly-ish blonde hair, blue-ish gray eyes, and a thin unhealthy frame. The only thing I've ever worn is a gray faded dress. There's nothing special about this dress, it's just a plain looking one with short sleeves. I have never worn shoes in my long live, and have only touched the grass once. I pretty much stay here in the hidden room, which is filled with memories. An old sword here, an old gun there. Pictures that was faded and gray, or altogether destroyed. At least the window was able to open so I could feel the breeze on my pale, soft skin. It rains all the time though, so it's times like these that I spend as much time as possible half-outside. I do live in London after all, so I can't complain. I didn't choose to live here though- it's just where he lives. I could be in New York too, but I like to look into the rose garden and talk to the fairies. In New York, there are no fairies.

By now, you probably just want to know who 'they' are. "They' are two men named Alfred and Arthur, or America and England. Every country has lived through so much that their mind cannot physically hold it all. That's where I come in. I am literally made up of their memories. If one of them forgot all of their past memories I would end up being half dead. I am invisible- if either of them discovered my existence; I bet they would hate me right away. I can't blame them though. Both of their pasts haven't exactly been the best. Both physically and mentally. I am able to say that I know how much the Revolutionary War hurt Arthur. I'm also able to say how proud Alfred is to be free. I have never agreed with either one of them- I have no right. I've always been terrified that if I let Arthur know I was here, he would kick me out. Who wants their memories lurking in the house after all? I probably wouldn't.

"-Memories!" a tiny voice cried, making me abandon my depressed thoughts and look at the little fairy hovering right in front of my face. I smiled gently, motioning her to come inside. She took the invitation, zipping right in and landing on my palm. Violet was one of the fairies that were powerful enough to see me. She and two others, (Lilly and Sunny); made a pact with me, agreeing that they would never tell anyone about my existence, especially not to their friend England. Violet always made sure to make time for me, making her one of my favorite little friends. The one thing I disliked though was that they were all trying to convince me to just go ahead and reveal myself to Arthur, and then Alfred. How could I though? It would just dig up painful memories for them, and I didn't want to do that to them. It was nice enough that they both gave me a place to stay, even though it was unknowingly. Violet looked up at me cheerfully, probably going to lecture me again.

"Today, the garden was very beautiful! Don't you think so? I just love the way England takes care of the roses. He's so sweet, not a mean bone in his body! Of course he's sarcastic, grumpy, and judge's people, I still think he's great! You know Memories, you really should meet him. I bet you two would really get along, and he's lonely sometimes-"

"I can't Violet. You know that." I said softly, frowning a bit. I didn't feel like listening to the same thing today. She sighed, rolling her soft purple eyes. She fluttered her dark blue wings, tickling my hand. She bent her head, and I almost felt bad.

"I know Memories, I'm sorry. Sunny, Lilly and I worry about you sometimes. You've got to get out, and into the world."

"I understand. Just remember our pact, okay?"

"Okay, okay. Well, I've got to go. My friend Kelli is waiting for me. Take care, kay? Smile for once too!"

I smiled softly, sad that Violet was leaving me though. I didn't want to listen to my dark thoughts. A rain drop hit the bridge of my nose, making me flinch. Rain again? Couldn't it just let me enjoy the breeze for a bit more? I sighed, shutting the window quietly. I glanced around, looking at the gloomy boxes. I might as well sleep then. Since there was nothing else to do, I might as well rest up.

I didn't notice Violet, Lilly, and Sunny peeking into the window, and slowing opening it, apologetic looks on their small faces.

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"You used to be so strong."

Please, stop crying.

"What happened?"

Shut up! Please, don't make him cry anymore!

"Pft, crazy old British man."

Don't you know how much that hurts?

"You're an idiot America."

All he wants is for you to smile again!

"Why can't you shut up? Stupid American…"

He just wanted to talk to you.

Same old, same old. Both of their memories that hurt them flowed into my head, and I could tell I was crying. This is why I hate sleep. It's even worse when they're both asleep, so I try to stay up all night. Both of them are so oblivious, I wish I could just tell them both what the other's really thinking. It would make my life so much easier…

Every time I sleep, this is what happens. I have to do it though, or I'll have to sleep when they're both asleep, when their dreaming of painful memories. Those two are both so cruel… I can barely stand it. Why couldn't I just be a normal girl, and have my own memories? I find fate to be a cruel bastard.

0o0o0o0o

I awoke to the sound of footsteps, and a large intake of breath. My still half-asleep mind didn't process the fact that I was in a bed, and surrounded by covers. There were no beds in my little room. I usually just slept on the floor.

"What the bloody hell?"

My eyes flew open, and I bounced right up, eyes wide. I quickly scanned the room, and when I saw bright green eyes staring at me, my heart stopped. He had to be looking at something behind me. He had to be. It was impossible for him to see me! I stopped breathing, praying he would just hurry up and leave.

"Uh, who are you?"

This wasn't happening.

"Why are you in my bed…?"

Oh my god it seriously was.

"How did you even get into my house?"

Nononononononono!

"… Can you speak...?" his hand went out, and he poked my shoulder. My eyes popped out, and my mouth dropped open. He frowned, looking a bit suspicious. I let out an earth-rattling scream, and tore the sheets off me. Arthur winced in surprise, stepping back. I dashed to the corner of the room, breathing hard. My worst nightmare was seriously being fulfilled. I sunk to the floor, wrapping my arms around my legs. I was shaking, tears threatening to spill down my face. Arthur stepped towards me, concern and confusion clear in his eyes.

"Are you okay…? Look, I swear to god I'm not going to hurt you." He said in a soothing tone, reaching a hand out to me. I squeezed my eyes shut, just wanting to wake up from this terrifying dream.

"You… can see me?" I said finally, after it was clear this was actually happening. My voice shook, and I sounded like a trapped animal.

"Yes, I can see you." England replied slowly, like I was dumb. I shivered, shakily standing up. I saw a flutter of blue behind Arthur, and my eyes snapped up to see Violet frowning apologetically.

"Violet?" I cried, pointing at her, she winced, waving sheepishly at me. Sunny and Lilly popped out behind her, giving me small smiles. Arthur looked at me in surprise, mouth open in a surprised 'O'. I shook with anger, glaring at them. Had they done this to me? After I plainly told them not to tell Arthur? If I wasn't half terrified, I would have started yelling at her furiously.

"You can see them?" England asked in disbelief. I nodded angrily, shooting Sunny and Lilly a death look. "-and you know them?" I nodded again quickly, just wanting to disappear again. He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He sighed deeply, obviously trying to calm down and process the situation.

"Okay, I'm sorry for scaring you. How about we both have a nice cup of tea and talk things over?"

I was seriously going to kill those three.

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(I don't own Hetalia, England, or America. Just Memories)