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"Amnesia?" the nurse asked in concern.

"That has to be it," Alfred said firmly. "He couldn't remember his or my name, or that we went to this school!"

"This isn't good..." the nurse said worriedly. "Maybe we should send him to the hospital..."

England's eyes widened in alarm. "Y-You don't have to do that." He faltered when the other two turned to look at him. "I mean...This whole 'amnesia' thing is probably just a small problem...I'm sure if I just rest or start going back to school normally I'll begin to remember everything." He tried to smile reassuringly.

"But, Artie..." Alfred started.

"I'm fine, Amer- Alfred." England laughed nervously. "I just don't think a baseball is enough to send me to a hospital..."

The nurse frowned. "Well, if you're sure you feel alright...But I don't think it'd be a good idea for you to go back to class, at least not until tomorrow. You should rest for today." She turned to Alfred and smiled. "Could you show Mr Kirkland to his room?"

"Sure." Alfred grinned. "Let's go, Artie." He opened the door and gestured for England to follow him out the room.

The school ground seemed quieter than you would expect. Then again, everyone would have been in class at that time of day.

"So...what kind of school is this?" England asked, trying to break the silence.

"Oh, well it's called W Academy," Alfred explained. "But it's sort of what you would call a boarding school, I guess. Scholarship students get their own room, to help with their studies apparently, and people who paid their way in or have connections or whatever share a room with someone else. We all stay in these dorms. They have a few toilets and showers and stuff, and a kitchen and..."

England nodded at times to make the other think he was listening. It wasn't that he wasn't interested, but the Brit was a little preoccupied with other things. Like trying to figure out why he was suddenly a normal human.

"This is your dorm." Alfred opened the door to another building. "Mine is on the other side of the school," he explained as he guided England down the hall.

The dorm seemed to have a...cozy feeling. It was obvious that people lived there, but not exactly messy...

"This is your room." Alfred tried the door in front of them, but frowned. "It's locked...Oh." He blinked at England. "You should have the key. Is it in your pocket, or...?"

England fumbled around in his pocket before finally finding a small key. He handed it to Alfred uncertainly.

"Yep, this is it." The American tried the door and smiled slightly as it unlocked. "You should rest in here. I need to go back to class, but I'll come back and check on you later. Kiku will probably come too since he only lives down the hall..."

"If you have class, then why are you here now?" England asked in confusion.

"I...I couldn't sit still and the teacher eventually got annoyed with me." Alfred laughed. "He knew I was worried about you, so he sent me over to see if you were okay..." Alfred breathed in suddenly and pulled England forward into a tight hug.

England gasped as all the air was squeezed out of him.

"I was really worried," Alfred said. "I thought I had killed you or something..."

The Brit managed to get enough air to wonder why Alfred had hugged him...again. America would only hug him if he had given him some ice-cream or if he was watching a scary film, but never because he was actually worried about England...

"Sorry!" Alfred let go of England. "Like the nurse said, you should rest, and Mr Annan will kill me if I'm really late back." He turned and waved as he walked down the hall. "I'll be back later. You just try to remember things slowly!"

England stepped inside his apparent room. At least he had managed to talk the other two into letting him stay there. The last thing he needed was to be locked in a hospital, and maybe even an insane asylum if they found out he was a country.

And…Something told him that whatever 'hospital' they sent him to wouldn't help him in any way. It would be easier just to pretend to be this 'Arthur' person for now. That shouldn't be too hard. Alfred seemed a lot like America, which meant that England's personality couldn't be too different from Arthur's.

He lay down on the bed that was on the other side of the room. Even if England and Arthur were similar, that didn't mean he knew everything about him. But if anyone said that he was acting weird then he could always say that he had amnesia, like Alfred had said...

But there was a bigger problem. Why was he suddenly a high school student in the first place? The last thing England could remember was...was...

His mind drew a blank. He had been preparing for a meeting, but that was it. He couldn't remember anything after that.

Except for a screeching noise and that strange beeping sound...

Could…Could he have done something to make this happen? Was there any way for him to go home...?

England yelled out and grabbed one of the pillows on his bed, throwing it across the room. How could he have stayed calm up until now? He was trapped here!

Calm down, England told himself. As long as he didn't panic, he could probably find a way out of this. Until then, he would just have to pretend to be a normal teenager. How hard could that be?

He would just have to live through a few days of high school…

…

…

…He was doomed.

Okay, so England's going to have to pretend to be a normal human until he can figure out how to go home XD Please review and tell me what you think ^_^