A/N: I finally finished the chapter, thankfuly. Now I have more of an idea were I'm going but I would still like your input. Furthermore There will be pairings, though I don't know how indept I'm going with the relationships, but they will be there. So far the pairings will be England and America, Russia and Lithuania, Germany and Italy, Canada and Prussia, and Austria and Switzerland. Now to the (official) first chapter

I don't own Hetalia, but I can still dream.

Kat?

"Hey is she alright?" That voice penetrated the darkness that surrounded her once more.

"Yes, she's just fine. The question is who is she and what is she doing here?" A new voice joined the first. She could detect a strong British accent.

She slowly opened her eyes to see dark shadows dance across the ceiling signaling the start of evening. This time Alfred wasn't kneeling beside her, but was instead standing in the large opening of the fourth wall. He was talking to a shorter blond with dark green eyes under abnormally large eyebrows. His outfit looked a lot like Alfred's, except he wasn't wearing a jacket, his pants and coat were green not tan, he was wearing boots, and his tie was black not green.

"Oh! You're awake." The smaller man exclaimed when he noticed her watching them.

Alfred turned toward her and smiled brightly."Hey! You're up!" He walked over and sat next to her while his companion sat in one of the chairs."So, how's your head doing?"

"Fine, thank you." She was surprised by how horse her voice was.

"I'm Arthur Kirkland. Might I ask you who are?" Came the British accent.

"I was going to ask if you might know that." She stated flatly. The pain in her head was back, but was thankfully a lot less painful.

"You okay?" Arthur's eyes were full of concern as he watched her grip her head in pain.

"Yeah." She looked at the two men on either side of her."Please, can either of you tell me who I am? I can't remember." Her voice cracked and her eyes stung.

Strong arms enveloped her as Alfred held her close."Sssshh. Hey, don't cry. Me 'n' Arti 'll help ya out." He gently reassured her as he stroked her arm.

She was still crying as the doorbell rang, making Arthur the only one able to go to the door. He returned with a fairly good size box that he carried in both hands. Placing the box in front of Alfred, he turned toward her, who was silently sniffling now.

"So, you really don't remember anything?" He frowned at her nod. Then both turned to face Alfred when he gave a surprised gasp.

Grinning as he turned to her, he held out a letter to her."Now, at least we know your name, Kat." Grabbing the letter from his outstretched hand, she desperately began to read from the paper.

Dear Kat,

I understand you are confused right now, but don't worry the amnesia will wear off in due time. In the meanwhile, I believe it may be in your best interest to have these by your side before the Thing approaches. You'll be fine, you always were a natural.

Don't be mad. We only placed you with the Nations for the sake of the world. Look on the bright side; at least you'll be there already when the threat arrives.

Please forgive me,

Sai

Kat! Her name was Kat. Knowing this made her heart fill with warmth. At least the letter helped answer one of her questions, even if it gave her more. The most important of these inquiries being: What was the threat? And who was Sai?

She turned back to the box. Alfred had pulled out a metal rod about a foot long, while Arthur held a pair of blades that were each two feet long with ten inch handles. Still inside the box was a holster for the blades that were meant to strap them to her back, and a small three inch dagger still in the holster for her ankle.

Picking up the dagger, she quickly strapped it under the hem of her left pant leg, and then removed the dagger from its confines. The blade shined with an unearthly light. Both sides were sharp enough to rip through steel. She held the blade so that the point would face behind her. The grip feeling comfortable, she quickly swiped the air in front of her before turning the dagger for a couple of jabs.

Putting the dagger back in its place, she grabbed the other holster positioning it on her back and fastening the buckle on her chest. Arthur complied when she asked for the small swords he still had. He and Alfred watched in fascination as she twirled them in her hands before sheathing them behind her.

Alfred was all ready holding the rod out for her when she turned for it. Holding it up to her eyes, it didn't take long for her to find what she was looking for. Tilting the rod diagonally in front of her, she let her thumb press against the small button that was almost invisible on the small length of metal. The other two in the room gasped and stared in awe as see slowly began to twirl the rod around her in graceful swings before moving her hands faster. Stopping abruptly, the rod was now behind her still tilted at an angle.

Pressing the button again, she brought the now small again rod back to her face. She liked the feel of this little weapon on her hands more than any of the blades. Holding the small piece of metal was a comfort to her. It was effective without being too dangerous.

"How is it that you knew what to do with those?" The Brit finally spoke, breaking the silence that had descended on the room.

Looking to her companions, she could only shrug. "Don't know. This just felt…..right."

Alfred shook his head, still dazed by all that just happened. "Okay, now we really need to know who you are."

"Sorry, but I still don't remember anything. But I believe you two should tell me the truth." They both looked at her in confusion toward her statement. "You're both Nations, right?" She pointed to Alfred. "You're America. And you're England." She finished, pointing to Arthur.

Two sets of eyes widen in unison at the statement. Arthur was the first to regain his composure, ivory eyes narrowing slightly and wearily as he stared at her. "What makes you think that?"

She lifted the letter to show him its contents. "The note said I was left with the Nations. Considering this is Alfred's house that means he's a Nation. And you, Arthur, have the same light around you as Alfred. That is why I think that."

"So how did you know what country we represent? And what do you mean there's a light around us?" Alfred asked, jumping into the fray again.

She smiled at him softly. "You have an American accent and he has a British one. As for you other question, I'm talking about the light the two of you are surrounded in. The light of your nation's colors." And the confused expressions returned. "Okay, so you can't see them."

Arthur, again, was the first to break the silence. "Well it looks like we'll just have to wait for your memories to return. Until then, you'll need a place to stay don't you?" The Englishman turned from her to face his fellow country. "Since she was left in your house, it would probably be best to leave in your care."

Alfred nodded as he turned to the hallway, noting the darkened window. "You should stay the night as well. It's gotten pretty late. Both of you follow me to the guest rooms." He yelled over his shoulder as he turned down the hall.

The others quickly followed him to the end of the hall and up a flight of stairs. They came to another hall with doors on both side and ending with a door. Alfred led the two to adjacent rooms just before the last. Arthur took the one on the left, while Alfred opened the door on the right for Kat. "You can stay here. There's a bathroom in there so you can wash up. I'll bring you something to change into, although it'll be big on you. If you need anything I'll be at in the room at the end of the hall. We can eat dinner in a few. Well, I'll leave you to it." And with that, he turned and went down the stairs leaving her to check out the room.

The room was extremely plain. The bed was stationed in the middle of one wall, with a door across from it. Next to the door was a small wardrobe. A table sat next to the bed with a lamp on it. The walls were white. Other then that, the room was bare. She walked to the other door, opening it to reveal the bathroom. Inside the middle of the bathroom was a big porcelain tub with clawed feet. There was a sink and toilet on a wall by the door with a mirror above the sink.

The figure looking back at her in the mirror was an astonishing sit. She stared at green eyes so bright they looked like they were glowing. Her skin was as white as snow. Her hair was as black as the night's sky with one streak of the deepest red on the right side of her pale face. It reached to the middle of her back and waved ever so slightly.

Looking down at her outfit, she saw that it was fitted to hug her in all the right places without being uncomfortable to move in. Her clothes were all black with the only exception being the white words on the shirt that clearly stated Alabama Girl across her chest.

A knock brought her back to the bedroom as Alfred came in with an armful of cloths. Placing his load at the end of the bed he turned back to her. "I brought the clothes. Dinner will be done in a few. You can take a shower while you wait if you want."

She nodded as he left. Looking at the clothes, she saw they were all black. Even the towel. Deciding they would work, she grabbed them and went to take her shower.

As she was finishing she could smell what she could only guess was dinner coming through the slightly open door. Her stomach growled in response to the meal. That was all she needed to know before she began to head toward the smell.

When she reached the kitchen, Alfred and Arthur were already sitting at the table enjoying hamburgers. A plate was placed in front of her as she sat herself at the table. She immediately gulped down the juicy hunk of meat, veggies, and bun, and started on another. She ate six burgers, leaving both companions astonished and Alfred's pride a little hurt because it was twice as many as the American nation.

After dinner, Kat went straight back to her room. Despite sleeping for hours on end, she was extremely tired. She slipped back into the wonderful darkness before her head even hit the pillow.

A/N: AAAAAAAAAnnnnnd done! This chapter is so horrible. I really didn't feel the flow in this one, but then again I've never made it past the begining of a story before, so YAY! for me. This chapter would have been up sooner, but I had an extreme case of writers block (FYI: That's going to happen alot. SORRY!) and then school started. So the chapters may take me awhile to complete, but I'll do my best to get them done quickly. Again I'm up for any an all opinions you guys may have, so don't be afraid to tell me how you feel.

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