"Utopia!" exclaimed one of the many boys in the room. He was the one with striking blue eyes and glasses. "Are you okay?"

The one next to him—with thick caterpillar eyebrows—scoffed. "She's been in a bloody infirmary bed for days, and you ask her if she's okay—"

"Shut up, Arthur," blue-eyed boy retorted.

Meanwhile, the boy with a bright face and curly brown hair looked up at me from below the bed.

"Utopia?" he asked gently, his accent stressing unnecessary vowels. "Are you okay?"

I just stared at him. Who were these people?

"Um…who are you?"

The boy stared at me worriedly. "It's me, Feliciano."

Frowning, I tried to remember his face and his name. But nothing surfaced. My mind was totally wiped blank. "I'm sorry," I said. "I don't know who you are."

Feliciano was dismayed. "R-Really?"

"Did you lose your memory?" asked another boy, his neck wrapped snuggly with a baby pink scarf.

Sticking my tongue out at him, I replied, "You tell me."

The room burst into sound all at once. Everyone started to talk or speak or yell something.

"Oh God, she's really lost her memory."

"Where the doctor that was just here, aru?"

"I guess this is not surprising."

"How can you say that, Kiku?"

"Mein Gott…Arthur, go find the nurse."

"I'll be right back."

"Ve, Utopia! Please remember us!"

My head pounded loudly. I felt so horrible, not remembering who these people were. Especially since they seemed to be close to me. But really, there was no stray memory nor a distant sense of recognition—I just didn't know who these people were! Gods, what is wrong with me? I know my times table and how Earth was slowly formed over the years in the universe, but all my knowledge was factual. There was nothing personal at hand, like a favorite color or my mother's name (did I even have a mom?). Everything and everyone here is a stranger.

Feliciano suddenly glomped me, hugging me tight. I firmly pushed him off.

"Guys, stop," I said. They quieted down. "I'm sorry, but could you tell me who I am? And who you people are?"

Feliciano (whose accent I finally placed as Italian) gave me a reassuring smile. "Your name is Utopia, and you go to school here, World Academy Boarding School. Everyone here is your friend and we're all in the same grade. My name's Feliciano Vargas! I'm from North Italy!"

"Wait, my name is Utopia? Like, 'perfect world' Utopia? And don't I have a last name?"

Next to Feliciano was a blonde boy with slicked back hair and a German accent. "Nein, you always said you never had a last name."

"Well, that sucks," I pouted. But leaned forward, interested in learning (or relearning, apparently) about these 'friends' of mine. "So, what's your name?"

"Ludwig. I'm from Germany."

I rolled my eyes playfully. "Oh really? With the accent, I couldn't tell." I looked at blue-eyed glasses boy. "What's your name?"

He looked sad for a moment, but it was only for a second. "My name's Alfred F. Jones, and I'm from America! The guy that just left was Arthur Kirkland, and he's from England." He proceeded to introduce the two Asians next to him else as well. "This is Honda Kiku from Japan and Wang Yao from China. We just call 'em Kiku and Yao. There's also Francis Bonnefoy who came from France. But he's kinda sorta…well, you'll see."

Behind Alfred was a boy that looked very much like him, but with curly blonde hair and eyes more lilac than blue. Sleeping peacefully in his arms was a small, fluffy polar bear. He was the only one that hadn't said anything yet.

I nodded toward him. "And what's your name?"

Alfred looked at me funnily. "Whoa, is your amnesia that bad? I just said my name was Alfred."

I shook my head. "No, the person behind you."

Said person looked surprised and pointed to himself, saying, "Me? You can…see me?"

"Of course I can see you. What's your name?"

"It's...Matthew Williams, eh…"

Alfred suddenly turned to Matthew as if just realized he was there. "Hey! Mattie! When did you get here?"

Matthew sighed like this was an everyday thing. "I've been here the whole time, Al," he murmured, but Alfred had already turned back to me.

"So that's everybody worth mentioning!" he said, clapping his hands together.

My eyes slid away, settling on the tall boy leaning quietly against the far wall. He was wearing a long overcoat over his blue blazer uniform and a pink scarf around his neck, though it wasn't very cold in the infirmary room. Something about his ever present smile piqued my curiosity. Why was he smiling? I couldn't see anything past those impenetrable violet lavender eyes.

"Who are you?" I asked him. Clearly, Alfred had no intention of introducing this boy to me.

"Ah, yes. I'm Ivan Braginski. I come from Russia." The voice that answered was nothing like I expected. It was light and easy, almost childishly playful despite its somewhat heavy accent. Somehow, though, his voice was perfect for someone of his character. Smart, intelligent…nice? Or was he?

Alfred interrupted my thoughts by clearing his throat loudly.

"I guess," he started to say, but stopped when the door abruptly opened. In walked the caterpillar-eyebrows (um…Arthur, was it?) and a man with sun-kissed skin and thick, curly hair.

"Alright, los niños. The nurse isn't here today, so Señor Rome asked me to check on Señorita Utopia."

Alfred and Feliciano immediately complained. "Aww, but we just got here!"

Mr. Hispanic guy shook his head, shooing them out. "Nope, not this time, amigos. Now get back to your dorms, and maybe I'll call you all down when she can have visitors again."

Some groaning, but the teacher got everyone to file out. To my surprise, it was Ludwig who gave me a firm squeeze on the shoulder before leaving.

"Right then. Arthur says you don't have any memory, sí?" I shook my head. "Then I guess I'll have to reintroduce myself. I'm technically Mr. Carriedo, but everyone here just calls me Antonio. I teach all the Music classes." He grinned to himself. "In fact, you're in a couple of them."

"Sorry, I don't remember anything about you or this school."

Unlike everyone else, his smile wasn't reassuring. It was genuinely nice.

"Then, let's just take this step by step."

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IMPORTANT: ahhh! I forgot to mention a couple things!

1) I'm using GoogleTranslate! D Deal with it! (though im sorry if what's written makes no sense) LOL, but I might get lazy and forget all the squiggly lines and special characters…

2) If there's anything I insulted/did wrong to your culture, let me know! T^T don't leave me to look like an idiot… (don't comment about anything American, though. xD cause I was born in the land of the free~)