Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia and anything with copyright. I own the plot and the dialogues. No story in is used as a reference.

Warnings: Soft homoerotica, violence, and some crap normal people won't do.

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He woke up without any memory of his life before getting into an accident. He suffered from temporary amnesia, but it was taking him too long to remember, and even his memory retention was also damaged.

Soon, he met this man named Alfred who was responsible for the accident which wiped his memory off the man. Promising to help him recover his memories, Alfred was starting to go through heights- even naming him Iggy.

Sessions after, Iggy was starting to remember fading images which he drew in his notebook. Also, Alfred offered a way to make him remember them faster- even though everything seemed fantastical to the amnesia patient.

Days had passed, and the game they chose to play will start.

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Four days after the encounter, Iggy was discharged from the hospital. However, he needed to come by every week for his therapy sessions. The last four days was quite enjoyable since Alfred was always there, and he was bringing and showing all sorts of stuff to figure out Iggy's favorites and hobbies for a more defined profile of Mr. Amnesia.

In those four days, they learned Iggy liked tea and scones as well as biscuits, pastries, roast beef, and alcohol. He also seemed to be multi-talented for being good at drawing, embroidery, fencing and sword art. He also seemed to be well-versed in literature and sciences. There was a certain class in his knowledge and activities- Alfred guessing that Iggy was, in fact, from a wealthy family.

The reason why he ran away was still a mystery to them; why would someone so intellectual and blessed ran off from a life like his? It seemed to be deep-rooted in his relationships rather than his social stature. Without them knowing the state of his relationships, the answer for the question would not be in their reach.

Since he forgot about his normal lifestyle, it was not a problem staying with Alfred for the time being. Alfred asked him to be his roommate so they would have more time looking into shards and shards of memories Iggy might remember about himself. Now that they could go anywhere they wanted, Alfred took the opportunity to show Iggy to some attractions where they might find more shards of his memories.

Sunday morning came, and it was the first morning Iggy woke up in a room which is not inside the hospital. The room resembled a normal room of a nineteen-year-old boy who was obsessed with video games. Posters were everywhere, and there were shelves dedicated to multiple action figures and game discs. On his desk, there were piles of paperwork and some more action figures, and a state-of-the-art gaming laptop. In contrast to that, there were also shelves of books- for both comics and archaeology and antiquities. Also, maps of constellations were posted on his ceiling, complete with the information of each discovery.

"Astronomy and archaeology are wonderful things. If only I could get myself in a university."

Iggy turned his head to his side where Alfred was sleeping. He was already awake with his arms behind his head. He knew Iggy was staring at the constellation maps above them as well as at everything inside his room.

"But then again, I thought I would be better off working now since my parents were both dead, and I had a bond with the orphanage to pay."

"A bond with the orphanage?"

"Yeah, it was a contract that I don't have to go back there because my foster parents died. It was pretty demanding and illegal, but I just want to keep myself out of that place."

He chuckled bitterly before getting up. Alfred then smiled at Iggy, "There are more things about me, but we should focus on you. So, what kind of animal would you like to see today?"

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Rei Haruno -Sakura no Imooto

Chapter 2: Alfred Foster Jones

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That Sunday was some sort of family day in the local zoo they had. Families were everywhere, children were running aimlessly in the game of tag, and the parents were cooing at their toddlers in front of caged scary animals. The smell of the zoo was a bit favorable, but the noise was something Iggy should get used to.

Alfred, however, was having fun while looking at everyone in the zoo. He was more focused on watching the families everywhere he looked. Soon, he set his eyes on an ice-cream booth and asked Iggy if he would like some.

'Ah, right. He loves ice cream so much.' Iggy thought before smiling and nodding. With that, Alfred ran off to get some ice-cream for them.

As stupid as it sounded, Iggy started wandering on his own to the nearest cages- meters away from the place where people gather to eat. There were giraffes and other plant-eating animals in that part of the zoo. People could reach out to the animals, little children trying to touch a giraffe's nose.

Iggy was not feeling a bit comfortable in there. He felt excited hearing the word 'zoo', but it seemed he was not enjoying himself. The place was suffocating him; he wanted to be somewhere else. He let out a deep breath and looked around- where was the ice-cream booth again? He could remember small things now, but a landscape was too much for his brain.

Panic rushed through his mind as he looked around furiously. He was physically lost, and he didn't know what he should do. Should he run off and try looking, or should he stay there until Alfred finds him? His heartbeat pounded louder and louder at every swing of his head- only to remember something.

He just crouched down and grabbed his notebook, flipping to the last page he drew on. He pulled the pen from its side and drew with his trembling hands. It was also a crowded place, and he also seemed to be lost. In the middle of the people, someone was standing there holding drinks in his two hands. He was smiling in relief, and Iggy could remember a sound he said. The sound, however, was obscured by the background noises in his faded memory.

"Iggy? What are you doing?"

In the midst of remembering, he heard a familiar voice which made him forget what he was trying to remember. He lifted his already teary face to see Alfred peering down at him in curiosity. However, the bespectacled man crouched as well and spoke kindly to him, "Aw, come on. Don't need to be scared; I'm here now."

"Alfred, look." Iggy cleared his face before raising the notebook for Alfred to see. The corn-blond stared at it and looked at him as he spoke in awe, "Wow, this looks like an amusement park to me. I mean those drinks are only sold in amusement parks. Want to check it out later? That park opens around two in the afternoon."

"That park? You know this place?"

"Not really. But I know an amusement park that sells that drink."

Alfred grinned widely shortly, and then he gave Iggy his ice-cream cone. He chuckled, "For now, let's look around the zoo. You seemed to like the sound of it. Let's hit the aquatic ones after eating the ice-cream. It'll start dripping if you don't eat it now."

Iggy could only nod and keep the notebook again. They got up and ate their ice-cream as they walked around to see the animals nearby. This time, Alfred was holding Iggy's hand as they went. It was pretty meaningful for two adult males walking around hand-in-hand, but for Iggy, he just wanted to be comfortable, thinking he wouldn't get lost again.

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It was one of the zoo's prides. The giant turtle they had inside their center for aquatic animals was something really marvelous even for someone suffering from amnesia. He had his palms pressed against the glass as he watched the turtle closely. His eyes glittered like a small child staring at the most beautiful toy they have ever seen in the store.

"I think we found what you love about this zoo." Alfred chuckled as he watched Iggy stand there for minutes.

"You don't understand; it's really amazing. Look at it, Alfred. Look at it!"

Alfred stood next to him, and they watched the animal walked slowly to get to the side where food was. The corn-blond giggled and ruffled Iggy's hair before walking off to check the fishes at the next tank.

"I wonder if they remember the faces of people who come and visit them. Those who are traveling so far just to see them."

"I don't know, Iggy. But I'm sure they could feel the glee everyone had in their eyes whenever they saw the cute animals doing their own thing in the tanks."

Iggy just ended up smiling before tearing himself off the glass. He then walked towards Alfred, and they walked off again with their hands holding each other's.

It was already past twelve when they finished touring the whole zoo. They tried going around as much as they could as well as feeding the animals in zones where it was legal and supervised. Half-day was enough for them to complete the zoo tour Alfred suggested for the day, and they were planning to go the amusement park where the said drinks were sold.

Before going to their next destination, the two chose to rest and eat lunch at a fast food chain next to the zoo. Other zoo-goers also came there to eat so it was crowded enough to disturb Iggy's peace again. He was looking around too much while waiting for their food. Alfred was at the opposite seat, checking out the photos they took from the tour.

"You should get used to people's chattering. It gets worse in an amusement park."

"I'm not really sure. I don't really feel good when it's too noisy around me." Iggy hissed as he looked at the corn-blond who was grinning maniacally at every press of his finger. The patient could only frown at him before realizing that the other was taking photos of him already. He tried to snatch the phone, but Alfred was able to swing his hand out of Iggy's reach.

"Whoa there! I'm sorry!"

Iggy only remained silent as the other looked a bit confused with his current temperament. He then looked away to apologize, "Sorry. I just feel so irritated at the moment, and no, I don't have a period."

Alfred chuckled at his remark and pocketed his phone already, "You should write that down: 'I don't like crowded places.' Man, you were so happy when we were at the aquatic section. Is that because there were only a few who were there?"

"Possibly."

Iggy did what he said; he took his notebook out and wrote it down. After the last sketch, he wrote down things about the whole trip they had: what they saw, what happened, and anything he reacted to. A small smile was inevitably showing in his lips as he wrote things down, but he was too occupied to notice it himself.

Snap. Another photo was taken without his knowledge. Iggy then glared at the guy before him- that ridiculing yet swooning guy before him. The amnesiac then jerked his leg in order to kick the other blond's shin. Alfred giggled as he started making fun of Iggy's temper as he moved his leg to avoid more kicks which Iggy attempted.

"Excuse me. Did you order one-piece chicken?"

One of the service crew came to their table and served their orders. Everything was delivered even though there was this look from the guy when he had to put down eight pieces of cheeseburger and three large drinks on their table. Alfred made the order so even Iggy was surprised.

When the guy left, the amnesiac asked with a confused tone, "Let's just say I'll take two burgers and one drink aside from my chicken and sundae. Would that mean you're eating two rice meals, six burgers, two large drinks, large fries, and two sundaes?"

"I won't get fat and nauseous so don't worry."

"That's not actually the point."

Alfred only shrugged his shoulders before taking one burger to unwrap and eat it. Iggy just did the same after hiding his notebook, and they somehow ate in silence. Alfred had these occasional storytelling moments, but they weren't really asking for Iggy's responses which should be more than a laugh, a grunt, or a very annoyed and confused look.

After an hour, Iggy was alone in their table because Alfred had to go to the toilet. He had his notebook out, and he was writing things about Alfred, his friends and his love for fast food. He might not remember much about the other stories, but his friends were as nuts as his metabolism. He was writing only what he remembered because he spent quite a while in sketching Alfred's smiling face quickly before he would get back from the toilet.

"Hey, Iggy." Alfred sighed as he went back to his seat, surprised when the amnesiac suddenly hid his notebook when he spoke.

"Y-Yes?" Iggy answered as he looked at the corn-blond who seemed to lose his enthusiasm fast, "Did something happen in the toilet?"

"Well, nothing really. I just got a call from my boss, and he needed me there all of a sudden. I'm sorry; I can't take you to the amusement park today. Could we just go tomorrow night after my shift?"

"I guess it can't be helped."

"Man, I don't want to leave you alone tonight. Random things like this ends up taking my free time and my sleep. Would you be okay to be on your own until- well, I got home? I'm pretty sure the amusement park will be open until nine or ten-ish."

"I'll be alright."

Alfred hummed to himself as if discontented with how things were turning into. He then eyed at Iggy before breaking into a smile, "Hey, Iggy. How would you like seeing a game company?"

"It doesn't make me feel excited or anything, but I'll go if you like."

"That's more like it! I'll just tell them I'll bring you along. Let's go!"

Alfred finally got his energy back as things got settled, and the other seemed to be relieved in seeing that. Iggy just quietly followed him to his car which was parked nearby the zoo. He didn't have hunches in seeing one before, but he wanted to see what kind of world Alfred moved around before they actually even met. Besides, that company paid for his hospitalization so a visit should not hurt.

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Hazardous Tech sounded familiar, but Iggy was not sure if that was because it was a famous game company. It would ring in his ears, but he didn't have any particular memory affixed to its name. In the mean time, he should know this as Alfred's workplace.

The two walked around the halls with Alfred wearing his ID and Iggy, his visitor pass. Like earlier, they were still holding each other's hands- but a quick explanation of who he was would solve rumors which might spread around shortly. Instead of having a jolly trip around, the two went straight to the office of the Actions Department where Alfred's boss was said to be waiting.

"Hi, Alfred! Ah, a client was inside and wanted to see you. Mr. Gilbert couldn't say no so we had to call you."

The receptionist chuckled miserably as Alfred went to her. The bespectacled blond could only whimper and reply to her also as a form of introduction for Iggy.

"I can see that happening. Anyway, could you watch over Iggy? He's my friend and the person I crashed into. I just thought Gil would like to see him in person as well."

"Sure. I'll tell Mr. Gilbert you're here-"

"Ah, no need. I'll just walk in like how he said so."

Alfred then went to Iggy and petted him.

"Alright, Iggy. I'll just be gone for quite a while. Just stay here and wait for me, okay? You see Ms. Hannah? Ms. Hannah over there will be with you so you're not lonely. Think of her as a nurse. Remember: no wandering. I'll see you in a bit."

Alfred winked before going towards another door to get into the inner office of this Mr. Gilbert. However, Iggy quickly felt wrong and stared at the door where Alfred went. Hannah, the receptionist, continued with her job and was only giving him glances every five minutes-

Until he was gone.

While Hannah gasped in panic and ran around to find Iggy, the latter was back in the elevator. He had his notebook in his hands, open in a page where one of the female unfinished portraits was. Unlike other portraits, there was a word written in the page next to the drawing: Lien. Iggy did not know what it actually meant, or if that was actually English to begin with.

He just had a feeling Hazardous Tech was connected to this feeling which was getting stronger- and stronger.

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End of Chapter 2

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