A/N: I do not own Hetalia.

I stared at the man before me, giving his a saddened glare. I couldn't really hold myself back as the questions came out, and with every single one that came out, his face softened as he showed the pity he felt for me. I would scoff at the emotion he was giving me, but I just could care less right now. My mind was racing as I tired to answer my own questions, but I couldn't. I didn't remember anything at all; nothing before my eyes seeing the sky above me. It was really aggravating and I just wanted to shout as I kept tensing up.

"I'm sorry," I softened my face, which turned into a full glare, and listened to him, "I...I can't really answer all of those questions." I rolled my eyes at the obvious statement. "But I can tell you this," he locked eyes with me, "you're on English soil; you're in England." For some reason, my mind was freaking out; it was like my mind was telling me that wasn't suppose to be in England. But then where am I supposed to be? I sigh as I stare at the man again. His face held sadness and I couldn't take it; I looked away. "Um..." I listened to him even though our eyes weren't in contact, "My name's Arthur Kirkland." I nod, and heard him sigh. "What do you want me to call you?" I shrug. "I can't just call you "kid", that would be stupid."

I chuckled and looked at him. "Call me whatever you want. I don't remember my name, so it doesn't matter."

"It does too matter." He scowled as I blinked. "You were born with a name, and it's a very important thing in life. How would we figure the differences out from people if we didn't have different names?" He was going off on his own tangent and I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Dude, you remind me of a teacher." I stopped as I thought over what I said. Did I know what teacher's were? Yes, I did. Like a trigger, memories were coming back to me, well only things considering school related stuff, but no friends were recalled. I sighed. "Why the hell do I have to remember school? I hate the damn education system."

"Well get over it." I glanced at him and saw his arms were crossed. "And I'm a teacher, so it makes sense for you to compare me with that job." I groan and he scowled. "Stop complaining about the bloody school!"

He turned around and started storming off to the road above the beach. My eyes widened as I looked around and went after him. "Dude, where are you going? You can't just leave me alone."

"Why not?" He glares at me. "You sound like a pain; I'd gladly get rid of you the first chance I get."

"That's mean." He shrugs as he heads toward a car. "How could you leave someone who doesn't remember anything in their lives? That's so cruel, especially since they'd freak and wouldn't know where to go."

"Shut up!" He shouted as he slammed his hand onto the door. "I know that already!" He went silent and I didn't dare say anything else. I just stared at his back as he stood in front of the car, that I presumed to be his, and waited for him to say something. I gazed at the surroundings, watching cars pass by and people walk on the sidewalk. So many things I saw were being connected to things I could barely remember, but I was glad to actually remember anything about certain things. I really didn't like the silence between us and started to itch with anxiousness. He sighed and I finally looked at him again. "Get in the car." He glanced at me as I blinked. I didn't move since I was a bit shocked with the sudden order. "I said to get in the car." This time he said it with annoyance, and I obeyed. I got in and looked at him as he did, too. He looked at me and sighed. "Are you going to put your seatbelt on or am I going to have to show you how?"

I was confused, but soon saw him put this "seatbelt" on around him. I looked for my own and saw it to my right. Grabbing the belt, I pulled it down and took the head that was...supposed to go in something? I looked up at him and saw he was patiently waiting for me to put it fully on. "Uh..." I looked back down at the metal head, and heard him groan.

"For the love of god." He says as he swipes the thing out of my hand and puts it in a type of container that made a click. I stared at it then at his scowling face. "I hope you can remember how to do that from now on." I nod and sit straight as I watched him start the car up. When I heard a deep growling sound I jumped. He chuckled. "Don't worry, it's just the engine." I look at him and nod slightly. He shook his head and started to drive off. After some time of driving passed, he cleared his throat. "I was thinking that it'd be safe for you to stay at my place." He glanced at me then concentrated on the road. "Okay?"

"Sure." I say nervously without thinking about it. "Where else could I possibly go?" I frown at my question and stare out the side window. I didn't want to see his face, if he looked at me and made one or not.

The silence grew between us as I kept my mouth shut and just observed the world passing by so quickly. I felt like I've been this fast before, or even faster, but I couldn't remember which just made me sadder and upset. I was in a car, an old fashioned one to what I could recall, but I didn't mind. In fact, I believe that I love classic cars, but how can I tell the difference between the new and old? Rolling my eyes, I look forward through the windshield. I'm remembering some many terms to things I didn't know minutes before. What's going on with my mind? Why is it scrambled up into a mess? I glance at Arthur and see him looking at me; the man blushes and returns his focus on the road. I chuckled at the silly act, but felt myself flush a bit. Looking back out the window, I sighed. What other important things am I forgetting?

As I'm asking more questions in my mind, I hear Arthur clear his throat. I looked at him again to see that he was still watching the road, but ready to talk again. "I...I was thinking..." he trailed of, but I had a feeling that whatever he was going to bring up and talk about was important. "You said you couldn't remember your name," I nod as he points out the fact, "w-well...I started thinking of possible names to call you." He glanced at me again before turning back to the road and making a right turn. "Would you...like to hear some?" I smiled and vigorously nodded. He chuckled. "Well," he goes as he turns onto a dirt road, "I was thinking up some American names since you look and talk American." That observation felt right. So I'm American. I ponder on the fact I learned to be true and smile, thanking the Brit for letting me remember something. "So here's one name: Maximilian."

I wrinkled my nose and forehead. "No, I don't like that name." He chuckled, but nodded in understanding. "I may be American, but that doesn't mean my name is American." He looks at me quickly before slowing down the car. I shrug at his astonished face. "I mean...don't names have origins?" He nods. "Well, then my name could have originated from England, or..." I tried to remember any other countries, but failed at listing any; I could only remember England and America, thanks to Arthur.

"I get what you're trying to say." He says as he turns into the drive of a house. He parks the car and looks at me. "Here's another: Samuel." I cringed at the name. I could see that as a friend's name, but not mine. "Xavier?" I chuckled. The name was cool, but it didn't feel like my name. "I guess that's another no..." he put a hand near his chin to think some more and sighed. "Matthew?"

I blinked. That name sounded so familiar, but...why? It's not mine, I'm sure, but I feel as if...that name belongs to someone important to me. "No..." I say the name to myself and sigh. "Damn, that name sounds so familiar." The Brit raised one of his bushy eyebrows. I knew he was going to ask the same question I was asking myself, so I spoke before he could. "I don't know why, but it just does..." I thought about for another moment then gazed at him. "Anymore?"

He blinks and nods. "Yeah," he stared out the windshield, "Louis?" No. "Christoper?" Sorry, doesn't ring a bell. "George?" Ha, no, that's a president's name, right? Or was it a king's name? "Both. There was King George of England when America was still under the English rule, and then there is George Washington who lead America to freedom and took the role as the first president. There's another George, but that ones Bush." I nod at the little history lesson he gave me and waited for anymore names he could think of. "All right," he looks at me, "I only have one more name that I could think of that would fit you." I nod and show him that I'm interested in what name he was thinking of. "I know it's the name of another king of England, but..." he smiled a little, "how's Alfred?"

My eyes widened. I thought about it and couldn't help, but smile. "Alfred..." I say. It felt right on my tongue, and it seems like it's my name. "I like that name." That's a true statement, but what's missing is a middle and last name...right? I glance out at the house before the car and huff a sigh of annoyance. "Damn it, I wish I could remember my full name."

"Does that mean that Alfred's your name." I nod and saw a smile appear on his face. "Well bloody hell, I guessed right." I inquired an eyebrow and he chuckled. "When I first laid eyes on you and got a good look at you, I could help but guess your name. I'm really good at guessing names, so when I saw you I thought: 'That boy's going to be an annoying Alfred; I can just tell.'"

"Hey," he snickered and got out of the car. I followed him in suit, "you can't possibly know when someone will be annoying or not."

He scoffed. "Trust me," he gave me a certain look that made me instantly believe what he was going to say next, "I can." He reached for his door, unlocking it with a key, and walked in. I walked right behind him, and he shut the door. "This is my house." He goes motioning to the inside of the two story house. "It's not much, but it's too big for me to live alone in anyway."

"Then why do you live in it when it's too big?" The Brit looked at me and sighed.

"There was a time I didn't live alone in this house." I could hear his sadness and the frown that appeared on his face gave it all away. I didn't know what the story was, but I knew; he had a family once and they left him all alone. "Well," I snap out of my sudden thoughts of pity and pay attention to what he was going to say, "we should get you into some dry clothes." He looked me up and down and I did as well. "What size do you wear?"

I sighed as I locked eyes with him. "I don't know..." he shook his head and approached me, going behind me and tugging my shirt's collar to look at the tag. He hummed and I could just see him taking note of the shirt size. I then felt his hand slide down to my pants, and my face became heated instantly. "Whoa!" I turn around so that I could see him.

His face held annoyance, but also amusement. "What?" He goes crossing his arms. "Did you think I was going to take your pants off to check your size?" My face flushed even more and he chuckled. "I was going to pull the tag out and see if I could get the size like I did with your shirt." I nod slightly, but still felt I should be cautious. He sighed. "Don't worry, I'm not a pedophile."

I blinked at the word, and tried to process it through my head. It rang a bell, but I couldn't place the word with a definition. "A what?"

His eyes rolled back as he huffed. "A pedophile; someone who takes interest in kids or people that are years younger than themselves." He gave me an annoyed smirk. "You should at least remember some of those stupid things." I blink and try to remember 'those stupid things' but to no avail. I sighed as I couldn't and he scowled. "You really must have hit your head to forget everything that's important to know." He shook his head and groaned at something. "And I thought today I was going to get rest after teaching the worst class today." I cocked my head, but he didn't explain anything; he just glared at me and grabbed my wrist. "You can just wear a tank and some of my brother's pants for now."

"Brother?" He grip around my wrist tightened and I guess that his brother was a sore subject to talk about. It made sense though, if you thought about it; he had family and they left him. His brother could be part of the family that left him. My thoughts started to run everywhere as I started to wonder: Could I possibly have a brother? I hummed in thought and didn't realize that we stopped in a room. He pulled out some things then threw them at my head, waking my from my brother fantasy. "Hey."

"Just hurry up and change; I need to get those clothes of yours washed and dried before they wrinkle and stink." I glanced at the clothes then looked back at him. He groaned. "Don't tell me that you don't know how to put bloody clothes on."

"I..." I looked at the clothes again and smiled a playful smile. "Why? Would you help me change if I didn't?" Arthur's face turned red instantly as I laughed. He called me a 'git' and I tried to cease the laughing. "I can handle it. I believe I can remember how to do something so simple like putting clothes on." His face was returning to that tanish pale color as he calmed down. "Well," I said moving further into the room, "I guess I'll be changing now." Taking the hint he started to leave. I chuckled as I thought of something else to say. "If I do need help though," he stopped at the door, "I'll give you a shout."

He turned to me, glaring with that red face of his, and I couldn't help but laugh. "Insufferable git!" He shouted. "I knew you'd be annoying." Pouting at his remark, I put a hand over my heart saying that I've been hurt. He just scowled. "Bloody twit." He said slamming the door.

I smiled at the little show that I caused and soon changed from the damp clothes to cool yet warm, dry clothes. Once I was done changing though, a question went through my mind. Shouldn't I take a shower and get all of the salt water off? I sighed as I opened the door and found Arthur in the living room. "Where's your bathroom?"

He glanced at me with a scowl, and pointed down the hall that I came from. "Second door on the left." I nodded and went down the hall to take a nice hot shower.

Standing under the little drops of water felt really great, but since the water had turned cold after half an hour, I had to get out. The steam from the hot water made the room foggy, well the mirror was foggy, but it was all right with me. I rubbed away the cloudy mist and saw a blurry reflection of myself. I wasn't completely shocked, but as soon as I took a closer look at my eyes, I saw something weird. It looked like there were rims around my pupils. Deciding that poking my eye to find out what it was was a stupid idea, I quickly dried off and went back to Arthur.

He heard me come out and turned around with a cup of tea in his hands. "It's about bloody time you got out; any longer and I would've called the police claiming that you drowned while taking a bloody shower." I chuckled at the silly thought, but soon relaxed so I could ask him a question...but he beat me, and spoke first. "Those clothes seem to fit you perfectly." I blinked and looked at myself before gazing at him again. "Another one of my guesses were correct." He smiled at the fact that he was right again and I groaned.

"Could you stay quiet for a second so I can ask you a question?" He glared at me and made a comment about how rude that was, but I ignored him. "Could you take a look at my eyes and tell me why there's a rim around my pupils?" He blinked and cocked his head. "I looked at myself in the mirror and saw something in my eye; I don't know what it is, so I was hoping you could tell me."

A blush softly appeared on his face as he set his cup down. He walked over to me and I leaned down a bit so he could look at my eyes. The only thing, though, was that I didn't expect myself to blush from gazing at his eyes. They're just an average green, but they...were hypnotizing...and beautiful. His eyes were focused on mine and I couldn't help but feel conscious about myself...but I'm the reason why he's looking at me so intently.

I exhaled some air that I didn't know was held in my lungs, and heard him chuckle. "You have contacts in your eyes." I felt dumbfounded. He rolled his eyes since he figured that I probably didn't remember what they were either. "They're basically things that can make your eye sight clearer; you can see things better with them, but wearing glasses is the same thing." I opened my mouth to ask what glasses were, but he held his hand up, stopping me from saying anything. "Glasses are a tool made for people who have bad vision and can't see things clearly. They have a rim and some lenses that are basically magnifying glasses." I nodded, but was still confuse. He sighed and grabbed a pair of something that looked fold-able. "These are glasses."

"Oh." I say finally understanding something again. Really, I hated feeling so lost and stupid, but it's not my fault I lost my memory...or is it? "Okay then." I look at the glasses and take them out of his hands. He flails for them, saying not to break them or he'd break me. I chuckled and looked through them. "Whoa!" I looked around at everything only to see blurrs. "So this is what it's like to be blind." He snatched them off of my head and I looked at him. "Are you blind?"

"No," he states with that scowl. I had a feeling that I'm going to see that scowl a lot, "I use these on the days that my eyes feel like not functioning; they're also reading glasses, so I can read books that I have trouble reading with the small print." He blew on the lenses and cleaned them on his shirt, looking through them to make sure that they didn't have any smudges. "These glasses are really expensive since they're really old and special."

Glancing at the glasses in his hands, I cock my head. "How are they special? Aren't they just glasses." He shook his head as he looked at the tool with a warm yet sad smile. "What is it to you?" I ask.

He shrugs as he sets them down on the table he retrieved them from. "They're the only thing that I have of my mother." I blinked as my focus was now on him again. "My mom used to read a lot, and as she got older, she need glasses." He smiled, but then frowned. "She passed when I was four, and I held onto the glasses since they were hers."

I frowned along with him. Really, it seems that his life is so sad. I'm shocked he hasn't thought of suicide. I thought about it then shook my head. He doesn't seem the type to kill himself from depression; more like the type that holds all the sadness inside and breaks down when he's the weakest.

"But I shouldn't think about that now." I regain my thoughts as I look at him again. "That was years ago, and I've gotten over most things." Arthur's gaze feel from the glasses to the floor. I wanted to say something, but didn't really know what or how to say anything. The next thing I know, he stares at me with a determined scowl. "Let's not lose ourselves in the past." I sighed. That's hard since it's the past I want to remember. He grabbed my attention again as he pulled me into the living room and pushed me down so I was sitting on his couch. I look up at him in confusion and see the most devilish smile I've seen on a person. "You're going to learn three months of English within the weekend."

"What?" I shouted startled. It was great to know that it was the weekend, but I have to learn things during the weekend? "What a crappy weekend this will be."

"Don't complain." He said, hitting me on the head with a roll of paper. He placed it in my hand and I just stared at it. "First," he goes as I look at him again, "we're going to see if you remember who to write. Then when I think you've gotten the basics, we're going to go into grammar, sentence patterns, and all the other useful things English gives you." I stifle a groan as he gives me a pen. "Now," he pulls out a rolling chalkboard and I gape at it, is this dude that old fashioned? "Let's see if you remember the Alphabet."

"Yes, sir." I say sarcastically. He hits me over the head again and gives me this terrifying glare. "Sorry." I mumble as I write down what he wants. Note to self, I thought as I got to the sixth letter, when Arthur starts to act like a teacher, never joke around him, use sarcasm, or do anything to upset him; he might blow a possible gasket and I don't want to be the victim when that happens. Finishing the assignment he gave me, I started to think how this will help me when...if I go back to school. Maybe living with a...strict teacher won't be as horrendous than I thought. Arthur praised me for remembering the entire Alphabet and I smiled. The rest of the day was wasted with him teaching me things that I slowly started to remember, but I didn't complain since he made everything easy to think about. Yeah, living with Arthur will be a great advantage. I smiled again as I took another assignment from him, and worked.

A/N: I know it's been a long time since i've done this story, but that's because i didn't know how to continue. Well it's up now, but i don't know if it's good or not; i just typed up what first came to mind. Honestly, i don't even know where i might take this story. I know i want a little romance, and of course comedy if possible, but i still have vague ideas on what to do. Don't worry though, as i get more ideas i'll continue to write this story.

I hope it wasn't bad. Thanks for reading, mates! R&R.