"You excited to be getting released?"

Thomas was filling out a bit of the paperwork that would okay me to leave the hospital. Truth be told, I couldn't wait to get out. I'd been stuck there for far too long. It was long enough that I'd really lost track of the total amount of time it'd been. I new it had to be somewhere between two and three months.

I was still losing memories but it was at a much slower rate than before. But due to the fact I was still losing memories, I would still have to come back for the occasional checkup. But that meant Thomas and I could still see each other every so often so I wouldn't complain. He'd become, what I considered to be, a good friend during my time in the hospital. So it was good to be able to see him still, even if was under such circumstances.

"Yea," I said, managing to force a small smile. "It'll be nice to be able to go home.

Thomas smiled and nodded, setting his pen down and handing the paperwork to the nurse who was waiting in the room with us. "Well," he said, with a friendly tone. "Now that that's done, I have to go check on a few other patients. But don't leave before I can say goodbye."

Prussia would be showing up with Germany to pick me up and escort me home by two-thirty. It was about one-thirty now. An hour of paperwork being processed and I would be out. "Okay," I said, nodding with my forced smile.

I was still having difficulty showing much of anything that conveyed anything remotely close to happiness but I was trying my best. Thomas walked out of the room, leaving me alone in my soon to be vacated hospital room.

After about ten minutes a knock sounded on the door and it opened. I looked and saw a man walking in. I squinted. He looked familiar somehow. Like I knew him. Maybe I did and I'd just forgotten who he was. "Hello…" I said. "I'm sorry if this sounds rude but… who're you?"

The man looked at me, flashing a perfectly white smile. "I'm Trent," he said.

Trent. That name definitely rung a bell. And it somehow didn't sound like good bell. "Oh?" I asked, trying to push past the tinge of worry I was feeling. "I'm sorry but… do I know you?"

"Most definitely," /Trent said, his smile saddening slightly. "If only he'd have sped things up…"

I furrowed my eyebrows. He? Sped things up? What was he talking about? "What?"

The smile turned apologetic. "It's nothing, just talking to myself," Trent said, waving his hand as if to brush aside the thought.

Footsteps suddenly sounded from down the hospital hall as Trent began walking closer to me. My head suddenly started throbbing with pain as he got closer. Thomas was in the room before Trent was even by my bedside. "You…" Thomas whispered.

Trent looked back and smirked. "Hello Thomas," he said, his voice friendly and cool. "Have you been enjoying your time… shirking your end of this it seems…"

"What are you doing here?" Thomas asked, his voice sounding worried as he stepped in and shut the door.

I grabbed my head, the pain increasing as Trent stepped closer, now right beside me. "Oh, you know what I'm doing. I'm finishing what you promised you'd do."

"No! She shouldn't have to deal with any of this! What you did to her… none of this is right! Just let her live the life you tricked her into taking on!" Thomas said, his tone sounding angry.

I groaned, my head feeling as if were going to burst as Trent placed his hand on my forehead. Memories came rushing back. Everything from before. Life before I showed up in the meeting room. Everything that had happened since I'd showed up. How I'd been hurt enough to end up in the hospital as long as I'd been in it. And something I hadn't even remembered during all of it.

I was walking along the sidewalk, a bored expression on my face. It was spring break and I'd been dropped off at the mall. But I'd grown board and had another couple of hours before my parents would even show up. So I had decided to leave the mall and just take a short walk.

All of my friends were off doing things with their families for the break so I was becoming pretty lonely. I sighed, placing my headphones in my ears and began humming along with the ending songs for the different characters in Hetalia.

Hetalia. It was easily one of the funniest and most enjoyable animes I'd ever watched. It wasn't my favorite, that spot was reserved for Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood, but it was extremely close. Eventually I found myself quietly singing along.

Just as some Relient K began to play I felt someone tap on my shoulder. I jumped, slightly startled, as I pulled out my earbuds and looked back. A man was standing behind me. "Hello?" I asked cautiously, having no idea who this was.

"Hi," he responded, flashing a pearly white smile. "My name's Trent and I couldn't help but notice that you're singing music from Hetalia."

I blinked, a blush suddenly coming to my face. "I-I'm sorry if I was bothering you…" I said quietly, my tone conveying the embarrassment I felt from being heard singing.

I'd thought I'd been singing quietly enough that nobody would be able to hear me. So much for that. I'd been told I had a nice voice but I didn't like the idea of random strangers hearing me singing unless it was for a choir or jazz band concert. It made me feel annoying if people could hear me on the streets.

"Don't apologize," Trent said. "It sounded great and I was just surprised you knew about Hetalia."

I looked at him, my blush deepening at the comment. He was good looking, getting a compliment from anyone would've caused me to blush but someone I found attractive showing a common interest and complimenting me? If we were in an anime I probably would've been beet red and close to a nose bleed. "Th-thank you…"

"It's no trouble at all. Now, before we part ways… I have a question for you."

I titled my head, suddenly confused. "Shoot."

"What would you do if I told you, you could meet the characters from Hetalia?"

"Think your insane and call the loony bin to haul you off," I said with a joking smile, now relaxing slightly.

"Really? Because you can… and I can help make that possible."

"Oh? And how do you figure?"

"Just take this." He took my hand and put a coin into it before closing my grasp on the coin. "Put it under your pillow tonight and when you wake up… you'll get to have the adventure of a life time!"

"Okay…"

"Now… for this to work, you have to promise to do something for me while you're there."

"What?"

At this point I was honestly just humoring the man. It was obvious he wasn't completely all there. But it did sound like a really interesting and fun idea. To be able to go into a fictional world just by placing a simple coin under my pillow. Absurd but magical and fantastic all the same. "I need you to just gain their trust. And if you run into me while there I need you to help me do something."

Something? Could he be any more ambiguous about it? "Would this something be nice? Will they like it?"

"It's very nice, they probably won't like it at first but it's something they love with time."

"Okay then, if they'll like it. Then sure! I'll help you out with it."

"Fantastic! Now remember, just place that coin under your pillow when you go to bed tonight!"

And with that, Trent walked off, leaving me with an odd coin that would supposedly take me to the world of Hetalia. People… they were getting stranger with each day.

I blinked, my head still throbbing as Trent continued to return memories to me. The memories of being sick and missing some school… they'd been a lie made up by the coin. None of that had been real. I'd gotten home late that night and changed into pajama bottoms and a shirt. I'd put the coin under my pillow and crashed. Then I woke up in this world.

All the memories Trent had been saying were real… they were actually fake. Figments to try to make me trust him more. But that hadn't really worked in his favor. So he'd gotten angry and done this. Sent me to the hospital. A memory that wasn't even mine came to me.

It was of Trent and Thomas. Thomas was talking to Trent… being paid by him to request me as a patient. It had all been set up so Trent would be able to keep an eye on me. Thomas was an old friend of Trent's… they'd grown up in the same neighborhood. But Thomas hadn't known anything about Trent's plans other than he was going to get me to help him in some sort of plot. And to do that, I'd have to lose my memories of my actual past.

But Thomas hadn't been doing his job well enough. So that plan was being scrapped. Trent was going to his last ditch effort. He was returning all my memories and… I wasn't able to tell what would be happening next. I groaned, still holding my head as Trent took his hand away from my forehead. "Y-you lied," I managed to get out. "You said it would be something that would make them happy! B-but all you're trying to get is power!"

Trent laughed. "Honestly, I think me lying about that is the least of your worries right now, Rissy."

"D-don't call me that," I moaned as Thomas stepped forward, looking at me worriedly.

"Trent, just leave her be! She's been through more than enough!" Thomas said.

"You're one to talk, Thomas. You've been the one that been slipping the pills to help her forget," Trent said.

I looked at Thomas, suddenly feeling completely and utterly betrayed. I'd trusted Thomas but he'd been conspiring with Trent. It didn't matter that he wasn't for it anymore. He'd completely betrayed any and all trust I had for him. "Only in the beginning… I stopped…. I really did!"

Tears began rolling down my face at the admittance Thomas had just given. That logic… it was horrible. It was like someone being charged for murder… it was like them saying, "Yes, I stabbed the person, but only the first few times! The killing blows were delivered by my partner!"

"Either way," Trent said. "All of this is going to start working out for me… right now."

O.O Bum-bum-buuuuuuum! The climax... it has been reached ;D

Prussia: You suck with climaxes. This climax, it is not awesome!

...Ouch :( That hurts. Truly and deeply.

Prussia: Good .

:/ What's with you?

Germany: He is mad that he doesn't get to drive to the hospital =.=

...Really? That's what you're worried about? Not the fact that Trent is in the hospital room and Thomas has been working for him :/

Thomas: Hey! I'm not anymore D:

That doesn't matter! You still started out doing that and being a jerk who is the reason behind all the memory loss D

Thomas: TT~TT Don't be angry at me! You're the writer!

Trent: Yea! Now all you Prussia girls need to leave me alone I

...You really think that's going to happen after this plot twist?

Trent: *sigh* No... but it was worth a try... *goes back into hiding*

...okay then... sorry if this plot twist/climax thingy is stupid :(

Prussia: Which it is .

Stop being such a meanie head! I already apologized! Jeez :/

America: I want cookies...

Russia: And screen time...

Belarus: Become one with me Russia! Marrymemarrymemarrymemarryme!

Everyone: *runs away and hides*