Here's the fourth chapter. To remind you, this is cross-posted on AO3. Thanks to everyone who leaves reviews and has left reviews in the past. Author's note at the end is directly copied from the AO3 uploads and will be this entire fic.


The five sat in the game room for a while, attempting to play a game of cards. Matthias still sucked at it, Lukas was glad some things hadn't changed.

The four had been constantly calling Emil 'Lillebror', which annoyed the hell out of him, but other than that, the evening had been rather pleasant. Until of course, a group of doctors entered the room. One by one, they took someone away until Lukas was the only one left. Dr Mayla stood by the door, seeing if he wanted to leave, but he stayed sat down, giving her the cold shoulder.

It didn't make sense to him. Why was he the only one who remembered? And how could he escape?

The sound of the door opening jolted him from his thoughts and he discreetly looked up. Four people had entered, two doctors, two patients. The two doctors greeted Dr Mayla, but the two patients were the ones he was interested in. One had a messy mop of blond hair and forest green eyes and seemed to be conversing with a few faeries that had followed him in. But he must look like he was talking to nothing from the doctor's perspective.

The second had strawberry blond hair and reddish eyes, grinning as his eyes trailed towards Lukas' form. With his back to them, they couldn't see his face and as such, only saw him as a newbie.

The blond had only just noticed him and was now walking towards him in quick strides. The other boy followed quickly, snickering at the thought of scaring the newbie. Just as the blond was about to introduce himself, Lukas spoke. "Hello England, Romania," His voice betrayed no emotion.

The blond froze. "Wait a minute, I know your voice," Lukas' heart rose with hope. "It's just like with Vladmir here. I recognised your voice but I can't put my hand on where from." He sat down next to Lukas and looked him in the eye. "I recognise your face, too,"

So there are remnants then. It made sense. Both England and Romania were incredibly in tune with their magic side.

The red-eyed boy stopped. "Wait, what did you call me?" He asked, confused.

"Romania," Lukas repeated. This was when Dr. Mayla came up behind him.

"Hello boys, let me introduce Lukas, or he likes to be called 'Norway'," She smiled. The blond furrowed his abnormally thick eyebrows.

"But he called me a country." The red-eyed boy pointed to himself.

"Yes," She said slowly. "He's been doing that all day." She bit her lip as she started scribbling on her clipboard.

"Well, I'm Arthur Kirkland, and this is Vladmir Lupei," The blond introduced them. Lukas nodded, rolling his eyes.

"Now we want to know why you're so familiar because I don't think we've met before." Arthur continued.

"Ask the faeries, they should be able to tell you," Lukas told him. Dr. Mayla looked alarmed when he pushed away one of the many faeries hanging around.

"You can see them?" Arthur's eyes widened and his expression was filled with both confusion and hope.

"Of course, he should be able to see them as well," Lukas pointed to Vladmir and the boy stuck up his nose.

"Me, friends with faeries. I'm a vampire," He told them, attempting to glare at Lukas.

"You were back when we were all friends,"

Arthur jumped. "You know who we are, don't you. These faeries are always teasing me about not knowing the truth, but you must know!"

Lukas sighed. He could maybe tell these guys his theories. He knew Arthur would listen, but he wasn't sure about Vladmir.

"I think we've had our memories wiped. I only have recently regained my memories." Lukas said suddenly. Arthur thought about it for a second.

"It makes sense and would explain that vague sense of déjà vu that I keep having. So we've had our memories and before that we were friends?" Lukas nodded.

"You're expecting me to believe that; yeah, you're familiar but amnesia? Seriously?" Vladmir raised his eyebrows, not believing anything they were saying.

"It's an interesting thought though, and makes sense," Arthur reasoned. "Perhaps you could explain what you remember to us, Lukas."

"That's enough," Dr. Mayla pulled Lukas away. "You should be heading back to your room, Lukas." She put emphasis on his name. He glared. Arthur shared his expression.

"We can talk tomorrow," Arthur sighed heavily before turning to converse with a faerie that had approached him.

Lukas nodded before directing his gaze towards Vladmir. He stared back.

"Come now, Lukas," Dr. Mayla pretty much dragged him out the door. She went about leading him to his dorm, all while whispering to herself. Once inside, she sat him down on the now unoccupied bed. Alfred and Matthew were nowhere to be seen.

"I will bring you dinner when the time comes," She told him. "I expected more from you, didn't think you'd spread your silly nonsense around," She looked down at him disapprovingly. "No matter, we'll set you right."

Lukas was shocked, though he didn't show it. He expected the Doctors here to be calm and collected, understanding the situation, or at least as much as they could. They should have majored in physiology after all.

She stood in front of him for a minute before stepping out of the room and locking the door, leaving him in the room by himself.


"Another one, gone." A voice hissed.

"I know, it's absolutely ridiculous, they're regaining their memories faster and faster." Another voice whispered back.

"Sooner or later, the nations are going to find them." A third interrupted.

"Then there will be hell to pay," The first spoke again. "At least we won't have to deal with him." They all looked to the cage on the ground, which was made from one of the strongest metals in the world. A voice came from it.

"You let me out of here, da?"


Everything's heating up, huh? And candidates for who Alexander could be are dwindling down, slowly.

Please comment if I got any characterization wrong, a reminder that this is the first time writing these characters.

Thanks to everyone who left kudos and commented