Standing behind me was a tall, slim man with tanned skin and black hair. He was wearing dark jeans and a black tee shirt. His emerald green eyes glinted with an unnamed emotion as he spoke. "I've been waiting for you, Helly." He murmured, his deep, melodic voice somehow familiar and soothing.

"Who are you?" I asked, confused, but, somehow, unafraid.

"You don't remember me? Hmm. I guess my spell had some side effects. My name is Trekk." As he spoke, he walked towards me. "Maybe this will jog your memory." And with that, he pulled me to his body and pressed his lips to mine. My eyes closed and a vague memory of a kiss in a grove just like this one flashed through my mind.

"Hey! Let go of her!" Someone yelled, and Trekk pulled away. I turned my head to see a furious Katie with Bekah and all the others.

Trekk chuckled. "I'll be seeing you very soon, my sweet love." he whispered, then vanished. I stood there for a moment, stunned, before realizing that Katie was talking to me.

"Helayna? Can you hear me? I said, who was that guy?" she asked, positively livid.

"I-I'm not sure. He seemed familiar, though. He said his name was Trekk." I replied, turning to them. "He said something about a spell..." I couldn't shake the feeling that I knew him, that we had some sort of connection, but I couldn't remember anything.

"If you don't know him, why was he kissing you? Why weren't you struggling?" Katie demanded, shaking me harshly.

"Because he was familiar. I have this feeling that I knew him, that he was important to me. His voice soothed me and stirred something inside me that I didn't even know existed." I replied, my voice having a bit of a dreamy quality to it.

"That's what he was going for!" Katie snapped. "Don't be such an idiot."

"I know him." I insisted.

"Wait. He mentioned a spell?" Britain asked.

I looked at him and blushed a little, but ignored my embarrassment. "Yes. But he didn't mention any details other than there being a side effect of partial memory loss." I replied firmly.

Britain nodded, then changed the subject. "At the library...did you mean what you said?" he asked softly.

I turned even redder. "Yes." My answer came out as a whisper.

Bekah looked between me, Britain, and a laughing America. "Mind telling me what the hell you're talking about?"

"She said that Britain was sexy!" America blurted out, still laughing. Both Britain and I were positively scarlet now.

Katie punched me. "Idiot! You don't just say that!" Then she gave me a look that clearly said, "NO ONE gets the sexy pirate; he is too dangerous for you to handle."

"Cool it! You know full well that I think the vast, vast majority of Hetalia guys are sexy!" I snapped, taking a step back. "And that HURT!"

"Mmm. You're hot when you're mad." France commented, coming over and gently wrapping his arms around Katie. "Not that you aren't hot all the time, amour."

Meanwhile, my thoughts had gone back to Trekk. "He kissed me." I whispered to myself. "The only one who's ever kissed me was Gray. But the memory...I KNOW him. I can feel it."

"Helayna? Why did you say you thought I was sexy if you could have used almost any other guy?" Britain inquired softly, interrupting my musings.

"Because you were the first one that came to mind." I replied, and it was only half a lie. I didn't want to tell him the other reason, that he was the sexiest, after Germany, and Germany was taken.

"I see...Is that really all?"

"No." I admitted. "But I'm afraid you'll think I'm easy, or shallow. And I'm not!"

"I won't think that. I promise."

"Fine." I mumbled, only slightly reassured. "You're the sexiest single guy in Hetalia."

"You really mean that?"

I nodded shyly. "Yes. I really do."

Britain smiled. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." I replied, smiling back. I felt a little bit better now, but Trekk still occupied my mind. Who was he? What was this spell he mentioned? Was he really a nice guy? Or was he trying to trick me? Did he mean something to me? Suddenly, a wave of dizzying pain flooded me and I swayed. Collapsing to the ground, I whimpered. "Make it stop!"

"Make what stop?" Britain asked, sounding scared.

"Just make it stop! Make it stop." I whimpered again, then everything went black.