Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or the characters, just the story idea.

Arthur hummed, flipping a pen expertly around his fingers as he looked at the many essays with his reading glasses on. This specific essay was one his new student had written. He was astonished to see Alfred excel through those three days of learning and remember everything. That feeling he had in his stomach was right about the young America; though he doesn't remember anything from his past he still knows his stuff.

Math was a little difficult to teach since he wasn't the professor of those classes. He asked one of the favored professors in the college he works at to make fifty problems to do. When he received them, his eyes roamed through the equations with dizziness. Arthur couldn't understand mathematics for the life of him. He gave them to Alfred and told him what he should do then let him go. Alfred looked so confused but when he put the pencil to the paper, he solved every problem without any problem. The next shocker was that each answer he gave was 100% correct.

Science was like that with the American as well. Everything given to him he remember quickly. The blond student even retold the chant that most high schools were teaching their kids nowadays. Arthur was very impressed with his lab reports as well.

History was a little speed bump for Alfred, but as the hours passed he was able to understand. He studied, wrote the essays, annotated, cited, everything he needed to do for the subject. Alfred actually shot straight up with his knowledge, surprising himself and Arthur as well.

The last subject was English, one Arthur specialized in and made hard for Alfred on purpose. The essay he was reading now was a thesis on what Alfred felt he wanted to do in life and how each subject could help him in the future. Alfred was honest with his writing, which Arthur was proud of. This boy was definitely a prodigy.

As Arthur read through the other essays his classes wrote, he heard some teachers speaking of a student on the list for their classes but not showing up yet. He rolled his eyes, about to continue checking off the essays when he heard the conversation more clearly and who it was.

"I've heard high remarks about this Alfred Jones from his high school, but for him not to come in to our classes he signed up for, what a waste."

Arthur's chair scraped across the floor, causing the teachers to look at him. He blushed, flustered slightly, but came over. "May I take a look at what this Alfred Jones looks like?" He remembered that name on his own class roster. The professors nodded and clicked their mouse over his name to show his school ID. Arthur's eyes widened as he nodded. "I know where he has been." He informed the teachers of how the past few days he has been taking care of a boy from America who doesn't remember who he is. The teachers gasped and gaped at the Brit as he told this to them. After sharing with them what they should know, he stated, "I will bring him his schedule and tell him to go see each professor so they can teach him what he has missed. He's a fast learner and very bright with each subject."

After his chat, he went back to work before he could go back home to check on the idiot American. Before doing so, he clicked on Alfred's name and saw his schedule, printed it out in two versions, text and grid, packed up his things, shut down, then soon left. He figured that he would come home to a relaxing blond with his work all finished for the day. The knew information Arthur had learned that day, though, changed his thinking. He was now in charge of the American as a host for college. He was just lucky that Alfred was in the college Arthur worked at.

A Forgotten Life

I laid sprawled out on the couch, hands behind my head as I smiled up at the ceiling. I was proud of myself finding out that I knew my school work from high school. The feeling of not remembering anything else though bogged me down. A sigh escaped my lungs as I pouted. It's been roughly two weeks since I've been with Arthur and these week days were boring when he wasn't home. I sort of wished that I could be with him where he worked. Only luck would grant that wish.

My ears twitched once I heard the front door open. "I'm back Alfred." I heard the British accent and smiled brightly, sitting up on the couch to watch him enter the room. He walked in and set his suitcase on the coffee table before me with an accomplished smile. "I've got some brilliant news for you."

Excitement filled my mind as I jumped where I was sitting. "What is it? Did you get me something?" I chuckled at his scowl, knowing full well he wouldn't waste his money on me.

"Bloody hell, Alfred, no. I'm not buying you anything that will turn your mind into mush." I pouted playfully. He sighed, shaking his head as he massaged the bridge of his nose. That became a recurring habit of his since I basically moved in. "I found out who you are and why you are here in England."

My eyes widened. "Really?! Who am I? Why am I here?"

The Englishman's eyebrow twitched, waiting for me to calm down before he would speak. "Your name is Alfred F. Jones. You were accepted into the college I work for and made a schedule for yourself. I'm not sure what you want to be, but it seems the major you chose was engineering."

I thought about it and nodded. So my full name is Alfred F. Jones. That felt right. I smiled brightly again, happy to know more about myself; the information of being at Arthur's college doubled my happiness. "That's great! I can finally get out of this house and meet new people. Make new friends, learn new things." A smile rose to Arthur's face, pleased I was excited about this.

He grabbed his suitcase and ruffled through it, grabbing a piece of paper and handing it to me. "This is your schedule." I glanced over the grid that told me how long each class was and what each class was, what room it was in, and all that jazz. "It's really packed compared to most Freshman in college. You must have figured you'd be stuck in your books. I'd like to remind you that going out and having fun is just as good." I chuckled. "Anyway," Arthur took out his glasses and put them on, "you have missed two weeks worth of classes, so when we arrive tomorrow, you will go to your classes, learn what his being taught, then make an appointment with your professors to learn what you have missed already. It is vital that you do this tomorrow and any other days so you can catch up quickly."

"Okay." I spoke when he didn't say anything else for a few seconds. "What about text books?"

He was silent before sighing, shaking his head at himself. "I forgot about that. You don't have any money... Wait." He fished out his laptop and quickly scrolled to something. "Oh, you do have financial aid. That's good. We can just tell them that you had complications and..." he hummed, clicking things on the pages. "Maybe I'll just buy them for you... No, that'd be a waste of you aid then." He mumbled to himself before remembering something. He took something out of his jacket pocket and gave it to me. "That's your ID. Don't lose it." That's all he said.

I nodded, standing up. "All right." Walking around him, I went upstairs to the room he said I could have.

"I'll call you for dinner!" Arthur shouted as I went up.

"I'll be cooking it!" I paled, remembering how awful his food tastes. I heard a huff and some tapping fingers against keys. I chuckled as I walked into my room and flopped onto my bed. I sighed, smiling at the ceiling. "I'm going to college..."

A sudden pain went through my head as I felt some deja vu sensation. Whining, I turned to my side, holding my head until the pain faded. It felt like I had said that before and the setting- "I was at-" I groaned as some flashes of memories appeared in my head. None of them made sense. They were all blurry. Biting my lip, I curled into a ball, trying my best to withstand the pain.

The pain soon disappeared. I sighed, covered in sweat from fighting the painful, head splitting ache. I felt so tired then. My eyes closed slowly. Soon enough, I passed out only to be consumed with those flashes of memories. Blotches of colors, loud music, the waves, a feeling of being pushed.

I gasped when I woke up, falling of the bed. I groaned, shaking my head. What does all that mean? I was so confused. After a lapse of silence, I sighed. "Maybe tomorrow will be better." Looking at the clock, I was surprised to see that it was near dinner time. Stumbling as I got of the floor, I went downstairs to start making the food Arthur and I would eat for tonight.

A Forgotten Life

I'm a nervous wreck. Oh god, I'm such an idiot! Right when Arthur left me to my first class, I looked around, saw unfamiliar faces, then went straight to the back. Thank god I'm only one of five that are already there. These guys must have had time to gain friends already with the two weeks, but not me. Man, such bad timing.

The door opened and shut again. I didn't get a good look at who walked in, but I heard slow steps coming towards me then speed up. The table I was leaning on moved slightly as the person put their hands down in front of me. I blinked and looked up into red eyes filled with glee.

"Dude, it's so awesome to see you!" He laughed strangely and quickly took the seat next to me. "I though I wasn't going to have a friend in this class, but dammit it be two weeks later and you come!" My eyes stared at his silver-white hair. Was that his natural hair color? "So, mein awesome friend." He slapped my shoulder. "How have you been? I haven't seen you since we dropped Mattie off at a college in France."

His eyes gazed right at me. I looked away, trying to act like he didn't just sit down and talked with me. "Oi, Alfred." He snapped his fingers in front of me so I could turn to face him. He looked confused. "What's the matter? Did something unawesome happen?" He grinned. "Maybe the awesome me can help you."

His self proclaiming awesomeness was getting annoying. I sighed. "I'm sorry, but I don't remember who you are, or who 'Mattie' is, either."

The guy blinked, then laughed, figuring I must be pulling a joke. I simply took out a notebook and pencil so I was ready to take notes in this class. His laughing died down when I didn't say anything else. "You're kidding, right Al? This is not awesome, mein friend." I didn't reply. "How could you forget the awesome me?! I'm so awesome I'm hard to forget."

"I'm sure I'd remember someone as annoying as you." I bite out. He shut up. Glancing at him, I saw the hurt on his face. "Look, I'm sorry, but I seriously don't know who you are. You may know me, but-" Right. He knew my name. Was he a friend of mine before I lost my memories? Oh boy. "I don't remember you." I frowned. "Something happened to make me lose my memories. I basically have amnesia."

"That's so not awesome!" I sighed, but he looked determined for some reason. A smirk crawled onto his face. "I shall help you remember our awesome times we've spent together!" He wrapped an arm around my shoulders, smiling wide. "Don't worry my awesome friend. We will get your memories back."

I nodded and lightly pushed him off me. He seemed annoying but it felt like I have tolerated it before because he was a nice friend to have. A ripping pain shot up through my mind for a second, causing me to flinch. A memory flash. Red eyes, white hair, weird laugh. Yeah. This person is a friend of mine.

"My awesome name is Gilbert." The guy went. I nodded, remembering that name instantly, but nothing else. "And Mattie is your brother."

I blinked in thought. "Matthew." No wonder that name felt familiar when Arthur said it. "My brother, huh? Is he cool?"

"He's awesome, but not as awesome as I am." Gilbert laughed his strange laugh and I couldn't help but join him.

"Settle down class." The professor came in. "Good morning." He said. Some of the students repeated the greeting or just nodded. "Gilbert, I ask you to refrain from causing anymore trouble in class for today. We have a late coming student and he needs to pay attention. So do you." Gilbert only shrugged as he sat back in the chair next to me. The professor eyes me and nodded. "Mr. Jones, when you have time, come to my office." He walked back and handed me a syllabus.

I took it and nodded. "I will. Don't worry." I smiled and looked at the syllabus to see what it's about before putting it down to take notes.

Gilbert lazed around next to me, nearly napping. I knew he was awake and listening. I just had a feeling that he comes off as crazy but pays attention and is smart like me. Guess that long talk from his brother worked.

Confusion rolled over me as I thought on that. He has a brother? Of course. A German brother. Gil was also German, right? No, he called himself something else. It began with a P. Polish? No. Oh yeah. Prussian. I smiled as small things were coming back to me about my Prussian friend. Too bad no memories were coming back yet.

I sighed, writing my notes down until the class ended. When the professor dismissed the class, everyone got up and left once they packed their things. I stayed in my seat, finishing up the notes and Gil sat right next to me. I finished and started packing by time the professor came back and handed me several packets. I looked up at him when I took them.

"These are all the notes we have done so far in class. I thought it would be easier for you to read what we have done than just come when you're so busy. Many of your other professors might do the same thing, except your lab sessions. You can make those up easily, I bet." He smiled, nodded, then walked back to his own bag to pack up.

"You've got it awesomely easy with the professors." Gil raised a brow at me as I packed the packets away in my satchel.

"Yeah, well, I guess it helps since my host is one of the professors." I stood from my seat, Gilbert following suit, and left the classroom in search of my next class.

"Which one?" He asked curiously, striding beside me, nodding at people he knew.

"Mr. Kirkland." There was a pause of silence between us before he laughed.

"Oh mein gott." He leaned forward, laughing hard. "You live with that stick in the mud? He has such a long rod up is snobby ass. He's so unawesome."

I pouted, scowling at my friend. "Yeah, well, I think that he's nice." Finding myself defending Arthur made my friend raise a knowing brow and smirk. A blush slowly came to my cheeks. "He took in a stranger who has no recollection of who they are and is helping them remember as much as he can. He's also taking time out of his life to teach things that he has probably taught many times over or remember in his own time when he was in school and college."

"If I didn't know better, I'd think you like him. A lot." Gil chuckled, nodding as we stopped in front of my next class. "He was pissy with me, so I don't really like him, but if you're able to get along with him, maybe I can, too, ja?" I smiled at him. "I will see you in the cafeteria, then." He stepped back and waved before turning around and walking off somewhere else.

Gilbert seemed like a cool friend to have. He was understanding in ways and smart, just doesn't like to apply himself to much. Unless he thinks it's awesome. Chuckling to myself, I walked into my next class.

The day flew by as I went from class to class, hung out with my friends I couldn't remember when I could, and got the many packets I should read when I get back to my, possibly, temporary home. My last class is an English class and I wondered who my professor was. It didn't say on either of my schedules. There was a small ounce of hope in my mind that it was someone I knew but I know that there are more English professors than him.

Walking through the doorway, I noticed there were only a few other students sitting in the large classroom. I took a seat near the front because my eyes were still not that good even with contacts. I made sure to sit in the front of all my other classes as well. The minutes ticked by as the time for class to start was getting closer. I hummed to myself, thinking just where my glasses could be if I had any. I also started wondering where my stuff was if I brought anything over here.

The door soon swung open and a blond man approached the front of the classroom. I blinked, jaw dropping slightly as I saw who my professor was. Arthur didn't seem fazed to see me in his class, like he knew he would have seen me. I shut my mouth and took up my pen. He held packs of papers and passed the out to the students. He even passed me my own. When I looked at what I received, I blinked. It was the essay he asked me to write. Did he assign this to the class as well? Was he also teaching me things he was teaching this class and I didn't even know? That could be possible.

"In class today, we will be doing speeches." Half the people mumbled, groaning slightly to themselves. I saw one of his bushy brows twitch. "I know that this is not some bleeding speech class, but it's good practice for future jobs." I smiled slightly, not afraid at all to make a speech if he asked me to. He eyed me as soon as I grinned and a small smirk appeared on his own face. "These speeches will be improvised, so keep going as best you can on the topic you randomly chose. Do we have any volunteers to go first?" I glanced around the classroom and didn't see anyone raise their hand or hear them say they would go. Facing forward, I caught Arthur's eyes staring at me before he glanced around the class again. "Really? No one wants to make a speech? I guess I could pick someone."

"I'll go." The words escaped my mouth before I could think. Arthur glanced at me and smiled, happy someone offered to go.

"Then please come up here, Mr. Jones, and introduce yourself before you start your speech." I nodded and stood from my desk to go around and to the front behind a podium.

My eyes glanced around the class, see a familiar hairstyle defying gravity before starting. "My name is Alfred F. Jones." The boy with the strange hairstyle grinned wide. I guessed he must know me like Gilbert, Franics, Antonio, and Ludwig did. "Random topic..." I trailed off, thinking of what my speech could be about. I hummed. "Well, I could talk about amnesia." I peered over my shoulder to Arthur. He just nodded and motioned with his hands to continue. Looking forward again, I spoke more. "Amnesia, I believe everyone knows, is when someone forgets a certain event, time, person, or, in major cases, their entire life. I'm among those lines of having amnesia." The guy's eyes went wide when he heard this. "I have lost my memories for my life. I didn't know who I was, where I came from, where I was, and all that. Over the two weeks of being here, I gained helped and few memories of my past. Mr. Kirkland actually helped me remember my name and what nationality I am. The memories I have gained thus far are just flashes, though.

"For example, last night I was thinking about what could have caused me to lose my memories and I fell asleep. A dream full of blurry landscapes and muffled music came to me. I'm confused about it since it doesn't make sense to me quite yet but I know it's important. Another example just happened today in my first class. I just started coming to this college though it seems I've been enrolled after I graduated from high school. I met a friend, who some of you possibly know, but didn't remember him. Flashes had come to me as he started talking like we were buddies since preschool. White-silver hair and red eyes. A picture flash of Gilbert. I instantly knew that I had known him before I lost my memories.

"Amnesia is quite difficult to live with. It's only been two weeks but I still wish I could remember what my life was like before now, who my family is, what my friends are like and who their families are, if I have met them yet or not. It can be sometime cured by time or not cured at all. It depends on if the person wants to remember what was forgotten or not. People, places, and pictures can help most of the time to bring forth memories. I don't have pictures nor places, so I'm counting on the people that I do know to help me remember. If they want to help, that is." The gravity defying haired guy nodded to himself.

I smiled. "It's like a fresh new start when you have amnesia, but there's always that gnawing feeling that you should know more things than you do." Humming, I tried to think what else I could add. "Don't take amnesia so lightly. If you meet someone who has amnesia, try to help them out if you can. Please. They will appreciate it even if they don't know you. Kindness is a virtue, right?" Nodding to myself I looked at Arthur. "I can't think of anything else to say."

"Then that's good enough." He smiled. "Let's give Mr. Jones a round of applause." The class clapped for me and I chuckled, scratching the back of my head. A sense of deja vu fell over me then but I didn't dwell on it until I sat again. "Now, anyone else?" He scanned the room, nodding to someone. "Mr. Kholer, you may come down."

A tall guy came down to where I previously stood. I realized it was that guy who was reacting more than anyone to my speech. "My name is Mathias Kholer!" He stated excitedly. "And I'm going to do my speech about my mother country, Denmark!"

Mathias Kholer... That name sounded so familiar. I listened to his speech only half of the time as I thought over why that name sounded so familiar. My head started hurting as I forced myself to think over the name. I leaned on my hand to massage my forehead, trying not to show how pained I was. I didn't want Arthur to worry when it's only my first day here. I closed my eyes to fight away the pain.

Flashes again. They came in different scenes but I recognized Gilbert instantly. Gilbert and...that Mathias fellow. They know each other. Does that mean I know Mathias as well? Possibly. It feels like I do. Sighing quietly, I leaned back into the chair to listen to the others who gained courage to make a speech.

16 September 20XX

First day of college for myself. Classes aren't that bad. My teachers are very interesting and the friends I have gained, or at least met up with again in their minds, are as well. Arthur was pleased with my speech but I could have done better. Mathias spoke with me after our class and it seems Gil, him and I were part of a trio group. The Awesome Trio. I could see that. Total flashes for the day: 4.

Gilbert.

Mathias

More of that blurry scene

Me falling in water as I watch the end of a boat ride away?

The first two I can understand why I remember them from the flashes, but what could the last two mean? I know they connect with each other, but why and how? Just what am I missing in my flashes of memories?

I want to meet my brother. Maybe he will kickstart more of my memories. It sucks that he's in France though. How can I contact him? And do I really have anything that I own here in England? Where could they be?

Memory Diary Update Day 1

Note: It's been so long since I've updated this story but I've finally got some ideas on who to continue it. Expect more updates from this story from now on. Hopefully I can update my other stories as well.

Anyone have any guesses as to where his stuff is or how he lost his memory yet? More hints to come in the next chapters. BDc

This chapter isn't beta-ed so there might be a lot of mistakes.

Ciao: I hope you all like the update! Thanks for reading, loves! R&R.