The first time I met you, you were in a hospital.
Both your right leg and left arm were broken. There was a collar around your neck and a little dried blood on your face the color of your eyes. I brought you flowers.
You laughed and asked why I brought flowers for a man I did not know.
I laughed too, laughed so hard I cried. Or maybe the crying came first, I can't remember. Just like you.
I set them in a vase for you right next to your bed, I made sure to get your favorite. You smiled and asked how I knew. I smiled at that, I know you better than you think.
Isn't it so cruel that you remember little things like your favorite flower, but you still don't remember me.
Weeks past and the doctors say there is little improvement. I wish you remembered me like I remembered you. Your brother hasn't visited in a while, but I know it's hard for him. Hard for him to know what to say when you can't remember him either. He tells me he's reading a book on amnesia. It's good to know he's still the same.
Whenever I visit you never ask me what your name is. I know the doctors tell you, but I don't know if it sticks in your memory.
You asked today, June 8th. This wasn't the surprise I had in mind when I blew out the candles this morning.
I tell you, your name is Gilbert Beilschmidt. You're 17. Your best friends with a French boy and a Spaniard. You smile at that. But, that look in your eyes show confusion. They haven't come either, but I can't blame them. It's hard to know what to say to you, I wouldn't come every day, but you asked me to.
Okay, that's a lie, Gil. You know I'll never leave you, or at least you knew. I wished you remembered me like I remember you.
The school year is over, the long summer is starting. But, I doubt most of my summer will be outside, not if you're not there. I'll be a senior next year, it'll be so weird without you.
Today you also surprised me by calling me by my name, I don't remember even telling you. You're getting better Gil and that's the best present I could ever ask for.
Soon half the summer past.
You're still chained to this hospital bed. I bring flowers to commemorate the first time we met. Your favorite. You look confused though. They said you were getting better.
They lied.
You ask me what's a pretty lady like me is crying for. Funny, I didn't even notice.
The next words out of your mouth kill me, the same words you told me when we met.
"Why did you bring flowers for a man you don't even know?" He mused, "Are you giving flowers to everyone, or just me, beautiful?"
Your name is Gilbert Beilschmidt. You are 17. You love the colors red and black. Your favorite word is awesome. You have 2 best friends and me. You love reading though you'll never admit it. You care so much for your younger brother. You have a pet bird you named after yourself. You-
I know more about you than you will ever know about me.
Gil.
"I'm sorry, I can't," No matter how badly I want to tell you the words stay on my tongue. I love you, I love you, I love you.
The first time we met was in a hospital.
We met in March.
Then every day after that.
Okay so this came out because I was listening to the song Amnesia by 5sos and I remembered this fanfic with Germany called "Broca's Aphasia" with a mention of Prussia getting amnesia. Which I totally recommend reading it, it's soooooo good, ten out of ten.
Also rushed to finish and post this because someone asked for more Prussia on my tumblr blog hetalia-angst
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