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A little boy with messy blonde hair and bright green eyes opened said eyes sleepily. His entire body was sore, and his head throbbed.

He sat up and looked around the room; he was in a small room, on a green couch. The room had two other chairs, a tree, and some pictures on the walls. There were two red doors, both with small windows on them, each on opposite sides of the room.'Where am I?'

One of the doors opened, the one to his left, and two men stepped out. One of the men had strawberry-blonde hair and red eyes, and the other one had platnium-blonde hair and blue eyes. They stared at each other for a little while, the men looking guilty but trying to hide it. Then they scurried out the other door, the one leading outside, leaving the poor boy alone to wonder why they looked so familier.' Why can't I name them? Perhaps they're just people with common faces..' When he thought about it, he didn't have anyone to match them to. He didn't know anybody; 'But that's not possible...' It was possible when he didn't remember his own name. Or where he came from, or where he was, or his birthday, or anything.

Soon a woman came in from the door the men had come in through, with brown hair tied in a neat bun, red lipstick on her plump face, small gold earings, and sad eyes. "Hey, how are you?"

"...My head hurts." he replied, then added,"Where am I? And, if you don't mind, who are you?...Or rather, who am I?"

'Why can't I remember?'

The fuller-figured woman smiled, though her brown eyes betrayed her sadness. "Sweetie..." she said softly," My name is May Aglaeca, and you're in an orphanage. The people who dropped you off said that you had amnesia, and your name is Arthur Kirkland. That's why you don't know anything about yourself. I'm sorry."

"An orphanage? So I don't have any parents?"

"I'm so sorry."

The flight back to London was depressing.

"It was our only choice," Norway said, seeming to need to comfort himself as well as Romania.

"Tell that to America." Romania replied,"He's going to kill us."

Norway hesitated, then said," Then we'll die protecting our friend."

Romania had no answer to that. He did have, however, a horrible feeling that what they did wouldn't sit well with other countries."Norway?"

"Yes?"

"Let's promise to not tell anyone what we did unless it can benifit Arthur." he held up a pinky.

Norway stared at his pinky, then interlocked it with his own."I promise."

"Me, too."

Norway pulled their pinkies, then took his away. He knew that no matter what they did, unless England was with them, a lot of hurt and anger would make their way toward them because of their actions. He had told Romania everything. At least, that's what Romania thought. Something he hadn't told him? The country of Britain now doesn't have someone to take care of it.

He hoped he could manage two countries.

Romania was right. When they got back, everyone was at England's place. They had finally gotten their heads out of the clouds and realized that they hadn't seen England in a long time when he ( and Norway and Romania ) skipped a World Meeting. Since then, they had been searching for him. So when the other members of the Magic Trio came to tell the manager that England would no longer be living there, the countries went into an uproar.

"What do you mean he won't be living here anymore? Where is he?" America yelled frantically in their ear.

"'ere 's mon angleteere? 'hy is 'e not 'ere?" France had asked.

"You stupid western countries are so imature! Tell us why he is not here, and we can go get him." China ordered.

Norway and Romania stayed silent the entire time, choosing to instead finish their buisness and leave.

Later, when they were walking back to their hotel ( seperate from everyone else's for obvious reasos ) , Norway asked Romania, " Do you think that we might have just started WWlll?"

Romania couln't answer that, either. He hoped that England was happy, now, or it would all be a big waste.

Three years later, and Arthur was still hidden from the world. For his own good. The countries were now begging for Norway and Romania to let them know where England was- interogating, threatening, torture, and making their lives miserable hadn't worked. Only five people didn't hate them- Finland, Sweeden, Denmark, Iceland, and Bulgaria; but they weren't necessarily happy with them. Not to mention the country of Britain was getting worse by the month; two countries was just too much for the poor Norwegian, as hard as he tried.

But Arthur Kirkland's life was decent, as is the life of typical 12-year-old boys in America. No matter how long he had been in America, however, Arthur's accent refused to leave him; not that that was a bad thing.

12-year-old Arthur Kirkland sat on his bed, a book in his hand. His open window allowed both sunlight and a breeze to flow freely into his room at Presley's Home for Orphaned Children. He was perfectly happy, as the orphanage got a great many donations and was rich. It allowed Arthur to do any sport he wanted to try, sent him to a decent school, fed him as much as he wanted, gave him a library card, and consisted of kind staff only. If more than ten people complained about a staff member because of something serious, and not petty, they were fired. And plenty of people had heard about Presley's and often adopted from it; the orphanage had given away more than half of their children to happy families, and the building was so large that every kid got his or her own room. A few rooms were empty.

Arthur looked outside when he saw something move. It was just a black SUV, pulling into the mansion's driveway. He went back to his book when he saw a man with blonde/pink hair get out and walk up to the doorway of Presley's. Before long he heard the familliar ring of the speakers located in every room say,"Arthur Kirkland, please come down to the office to meet someone."

It was his name. That had never happened before. Arthur pushed down the excitement in his chest as he walked to the main office- was he going to get adopted? What were they like?

When he got inside the office, he closed the door as quietly as he could, then turned around slowly. It was the man from the SUV, with blonde-almost-pink hair and eyes like Arthur had never seen before; one was blue, and the other was pink. The man held a striking resemblance to Arthur, and he even had the unusually thick eyebrows. Was he somehow related to him?

"Hello, my name is Arthur. Might I inquire who you are, sir?"

The man laughed a cheery, from-the-heart laugh. "Hello, Arthur, my name is Oliver. Pleased to meet you," he held out a hand. Arthur shook it. "How about you and I go get to know each other a tad?"

Arthur Kirkland ended up getting adopted by Oliver. Oliver Kirkland.

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