This chapter starts out with a nightmare/memory. It's about 9/11 so if your not comfortable with it, you can skip ahead. It gets happy :D
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia~
Alfred was confused. He stood amongst rubble of what looked liked like a building. His lungs burned for the need of fresh oxygen and his throat was dry and itchy. He stumbled over the rubble, trying to to figure out what was going on, but froze when he saw a figure a least 10 feet in front of him.
The man, covered in dust, was frantically searching for something in the rubble, calling out if anybody was still alive.
"Hey!" Alfred tried to call out but when he opened his mouth to speak, nothing came out. Instead, he got closer to the man and seen his face. He gasped.
It was him.
"I'm so sorry, sorry, sorry.." The older him screamed, over and over, digging through the debree.
Alfred looked up from the older him to catch a look of his surroundings. All around him was buildings. Tall, buildings. But one of them stood out. It was taller than the others. And it was on fire.
He took in a deep breath a the horrible sight but regretted it as the air burned, but he ignored it as he watched the fire eat away at the building, and watched as people jumped. He watched everything, and got the feeling he was reliving something horrible, and devastating.
And when he though everything was at it's worst, it just got ten fold. Suddenly, the tall, building collapsed in on itself. He watched in horror as the building came down and both he and his older self screamed out.
"-red! Alfred!" He opened his eyes, to meet a blurry Arthur, Matthew and Francis. He suddenly started wailing and clutched onto the closest, which happened to be Matthew.
"I-it w-w-was h-h-horrible!" He cried. Matthew smoothed down his hair, trying to comfort his brother in any way possible.
"What was horrible, Alfred?" Francis asked, having a hand resting on his shoulder. Arthur took a hold of Alfreds trembling hand.
"T-th-the build-ding f-fell! T-there were p-p-people in there! A-and it f-fell!" All three of the older nations looked at each other, wide eyed. They knew what he was talking about. He had gotten another memory back, which happened to be a tragic one.
"Shhh, it's over, Alfred. We're here. It's all over." Matthew whispered in Alfreds ear. Alfred eventually stopped crying and Matthew pulled back.
"How does fresh pancakes and maple syrup sound, Alfie?" He said, sounding enthusiastic, to cheer Alfred up. Alfred's eyes light up and he whipped his face with his hand.
"R-really?" He smiled the tiniest bit. Matthew nodded.
"Of course. Now you have to take the frown off your face, okay?" Alfred nodded and smiled. Matthew ruffled his hair and climbed out of bed, holding Alfred's hand and went to the kitchen. He faintly noted the Francis and Arthur were, for once, quietly watching, but he didn't mind.
Once the Matthew began cooking, Alfred's nightmare/memory was long forgotten, as he clung to his twins side. Francis pulled out his phone and took a picture of the cute scene, and Arthur sipped his tea, quietly looking through his magic books, looking for a particular spell.
"Amerique, why don't you come over here and sit on my lap so your brother can cook? I'm sure it's hard for him since your clinging onto him so much." France giggled opening his arms for Alfred, but said person only clung to Matthew tighter.
"Oh, I don't mind, Francis. He's not bothering me." Matthew smiled to himself as he flipped the last pancake. Once it was finished cooking, he took the heaping plate of pancakes to the table the was previously set. "Time to eat!"
"Yaay!" Alfred exclaimed and let go of Matthew to climb into a chair, immediately taking some pancakes and putting them on his plate, then drowning them in syrup. The three other nations watched as he take a rather large bite of the pancake and chewed it happily.
"Awe man! This is awesome, bro!" They blinked in surprise as he said a phrase that his older self said a lot. Arthur laughed and began putting some pancakes on his plate, followed by the others.
After breakfast, Arthur confronted Matthew and Francis, while Alfred watched something on TV.
"I think I might have found a spell that till revert Alfred back to his original age! As for memories, I don't think it will help, but this is a huge step!" He said, excited that Alfred might be almost back to normal soon.
"Really?" Both Francis and Matthew exclaimed at the same time.
"Yes, it took a lot of time to find the right one, but I did. All we have to do his get Alfred to agree to it."
"That's great, Arthur! I'll get Alfred now." Matthew said, rushing out of the living to get Alfred, who was giggled at one of the cartoons. He went to Alfred and crouched down in front of him.
"Hey, Alfie, we need you to come with us. There's something Arthur needs to do that will help you become your normal age again." Matthew said softly. Alfred regarded him carefully.
"I'll become older again?" Matthew nodded and Alfred slowly said yes, though weary about how that was going to work.
Canada held Alfreds hand as he and Francis followed Arthur to one of the fairly empty room, which only consisted of a bed and an empty closet.
"Go and lay on the bed, okay Alfie?" Arthur said, running his hand through Alfreds hair. He nodded and smiled at Arthur before going to the bed and laying down. Arthur faced the others and told them to stay behind him.
"This might hurt just a little Alfred, but it will all be over soon, okay?" Alfred nodded slowly. Arthur hated to use a spell that will hurt him, but it was impossible for it not to hurt. His bones and muscles were growing in a matter of minutes.
Arthur opened his back to the right page and he closed his eyes. He concentrated on his magic until he felt a woosh of air around him. Wings formed and spread from his back and he felt the cool breeze on his now bare arms and legs. Faintly, he heard Francis whistle but he ignored it.
When he opened his eyes, he was greeted by a very wide eyed Alfred. He knew that Alfred was staring at his Britannia Form. He smiled softly and lifted his little star wand.
"Naturae, quae reddi de America. Eum crescere crescat iuvenis erat. Ut Britannia Angelus, ego imperium te, adducet Americae!" Arthur slipped into Latin as he said the spell, repeating over and over. A bright green light flooded the room, surronding Alfred, until Britannia Angel could no longer see him. He could only hope this would work. Not to mention that this would also bring his memories back, but that he wasn't sure could happen. It was possible, but he doubted.
Alfred was surrounded by green light. It was so bright that he had to close his eyes, and when he did, he was overwhelmed with all the images. Picture after picture came into his mind, right after another. It was like watching a movie of someones life..His life. But that wasn't all that was happening. He felt like he was being stretched. Painfully. It wasn't bad at first, bearable, but then pain exploded and he bit his lip to stop the scream, instead, he whimpered.
This all continued for what seemed like hours to Alfred, but in reality, was only a few minutes.
Arthur watched as the brilliant green light faded to nothing and all that was left was America, who lay on the bed staring at the ceiling. Cautiously, he approached America, till he was standing beside the bed. America's head turned slowly to look at him, before a grin spread across his face.
"I'm back, Iggy." He grabbed England and embraced him closely.
A/N: CLIFF HANGER! :D Yay! ^^ So, I was thinking while I was writing this chapter, that maybe I could write a sequel for this. Like, a story going through Americas and England's relationship (With drama of course ^^) but yeah. What do ya'll think? I won't write it if no one is interested in it, but i was just wondering :) Cause this story is coming to an end ;D
So I find this chapter really weird. It starts of with a memory, but ends with America getting all of his memories and stuff back. XD But then again, I'm glad that it all happened cause it sucks to write when he's young with no memory XD Plus I wonna write some USUK, or at least a little before this story is over c:
Review, review, review! Or I'll drop this story! XD JUST KIDDING! I wouldn't do that ^^ I'm not THAT mean ;D