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Loud stomping boot clad feet walked along the college path to the dorm houses, ignoring all life around them as they walk, not a care in the world. The Russian's smile chilled everyone around him as he strolled up to the dorm house, scurrying away from his giggling figure. Ivan held himself high, hands behind his back. A person could mistake his walking as skipping. What could make the Russian so creepily happy?

Alfred F. Jones not being on the same campus as him. His smile widened across his face as he remembered the last he saw of the blond American. Some weeks ago on a boat party. Oh, what Ivan would give to see that scene he created play over and over. Wait a moment. He could. In his memory. Memory is tricky, though. Every time you play it in your head, there could be a difference. A miniscule difference which can change a lot. He felt he remembered the moment correctly, no alterations from the mind, but he could be wrong. Ivan hated being wrong.

As he stepped into the hallway where his single bedroom waits for him, he caught a glimpse of Alfred's proclaimed Prussian friend walking with a grin on his face. The Russian did not like the other smiling as he did, so Ivan stepped in Gilbert's path, causing the other to glare at him.

"Move out of the way, arschloch." Ruby eyes clashed with amethyst. "You're wasting my preciously awesome time."

Ivan merely laughed. "You are not as awesome as you think you are, Gilly." Gilbert shivered, unamused with the nickname Ivan called him to piss him off. "I am only wondering why you seem so happy today. You will tell me, da?" He leered, shadow cascading darkly over himself as well as Gilbert.

The silver haired student tried to laugh away his fear. "I don't need to tell you anything, you un-awesome Russian!" His eyes glanced away though, showing his submissiveness to the other. "Nothing but the awesomeness that is me going to visit my friend who I haven't seen in two weeks until this morning! So move out of the way so I can spend time with him." He stepped to the side, about to go around the other but got held back. Glowering, Gilbert shoved Ivan. "Fuck off!"

Ivan gripped the Prussian's arm tightly, his dark purple eyes piercing into Gilbert's. Gil instantly stopped struggling as his eyes widened, not used to seeing such livid features from the big Russian. "Who are you speaking of? Who has come back that you have not seen in two weeks? You will tell me, da." His question was more of a statement.

Gilbert shuddered, breaking eye contact. "Alfred! Alfred's back, okay? Now let me go you un-awesome bastard!" He pulled his arm away and skedaddled out of the area. A dreadful pit formed in his stomach, realizing that he probably put his best friend in danger again. This time he would make sure Ivan did nothing to the American. Gilbert only hoped that Alfred could forgive him if the blond ever realized what he had done to help the Russian.

Purple darkness enveloped Ivan as he stood where Gilbert left him, processing the name spoken to him. Alfred was back? How is that possible? He was supposed to be dead. His hands clenched into fists, face turned into pure disgust as he punched the wall. His plan didn't work. His plans never fail, but this time - this time he would make sure that it worked. Smiling as usual, Ivan turned away from the crack he made in the wall, going to his room to plot against the stupid American once more.

A Forgotten Life

I skimmed through all of the packets I gained throughout the two days I have been in the college so far. I have experienced the fun moments in college, like it seems I was hoping to experience in my memories. I'm actually pretty shocked with the rush of memories I acquired. Well, they're only memories about the people that I knew before, but not the memories of being with them. I wish I could start remembering my actual memories instead of things about people. I mean, I know it's good to remember something about someone, but I still feel so empty without the moments I lived before.

Sighing, I lean back into the desk chair, closing my eyes I think over what I already know. I met Mathias and his entire group he hangs with besides Gilbert. They seem weird, but a good weird, and I like Emil. He's quiet, not as quiet as his brother, but I seem to get along with him without a problem. Lukas told me that I seem to be acting more mature than I used to be before. Thinking on that, I must have been like Gilbert and Mathias, all outgoing and not caring what people say about what I do. Amnesia changes people, I guess.

Scratching my head, I checked the time. Gilbert said he wanted to hang out tonight and help me remember some things. He mentioned how he would invite his brother, these two Italians, Antonio, Francis and some other people. Arthur might not like me going out - then again he did say that I should have fun while at college too - but I wanted to remember the people in my life. I might have fun and it will be worth it.

Sitting straight, I stood up from my desk and figured a good shower would let me relax some more. When I exited the bathroom, drying my hair, I saw Arthur approach me, a small pink tint on his face. He glanced up at me and stared into my eyes, hands on his hips. I smiled, chuckling a little, knowing he's ready to tell me something.

"Are you going out tonight?" He asked. I nodded, stepping around him to go change into clean clothes. "Good. You need to separate yourself from your studies for a while." He stood in the doorway, arms across his chest. "I know that you're behind two weeks, but you're a fast learner. You'll catch up with no problems at all. Just..." He trailed off, sighing as he turned around. "Just be careful when you go out tonight. Don't get drunk because you have classes tomorrow. And most importantly," he smiled over his shoulder at me, "have fun."

When he left me to get dressed, I nodded, blushing a bit. I'm glad to be in his care. People may think he's a jerk with a stick up his ass, but there's kindness underneath his stubbornness. I wish that the others could see that, but then Arthur might not show his kindness as often as he does to me. Smiling, I suddenly felt privileged to know a side of the Brit that not many might know.

Slipping on a buttoned down white shirt, I quickly buttoned up the shirt and looked through my suitcases that came in by Arthur's orders. I guess my mind was smart for sending my stuff ahead of me since they came to the college and were stored under my name. Rummaging through my pants, I picked out some deep blue jeans and some boxers that were plain. I had a lot of super hero themed boxers, more Captain America than the others, but felt like wearing something plain.

It feels weird wearing clothes I don't remember owning. That was until I found a leather bomber jacket in one of my other suitcases. I slowly pull it out and admire the patches on the sleeves and the large number 50 on the back. I didn't remember where I got it from but it feels very important to me. It's my favorite jacket. Holding it close, I closed my eyes and inhaled any smells that could possibly trigger a memory. It worked, but only a small clip entered my mind.

A tall, pale blond kid fidgets before giving me a box. Within the box is the bomber jacket and I seem to be really surprised, soon happy to receive it. I hug the kid tightly, to which he struggles when he can't breathe. Chuckling, I smile and wear the bomber jacket with pride.

That kid seemed to look a lot like me. Humming, I slip the jacket over my buttoned up shirt and smile when it fits snugly. "Perfect." Smoothing out any wrinkles I see, I nod my head and turn for my wallet I found in the suitcase, which I was surprised to see still has cash in it and my ID. I must have been stupid to leave this in here, or smart since it wasn't lost. Once finished, I head for the door and wait for my friends to come and get me.

I walk down to the living room, noticing the Brit sitting on one of the chairs with his glasses on his face, reading a book. When he realized I entered and sat on the couch, he closed his book, smiling at me. His eyes soon glanced at the jacket I was wearing. He rose an eyebrow in interest. "That's an interesting bomber jacket. Fits you splendidly as well."

"Yeah." I smile bright. "Someone got it for me. I don't know who, but the guy seemed really important to me." Looking off through the window, I scratched him head. "He also looked like me, but not exactly like me. Wonder if he's just a friend or could possibly be a brother of mine."

He stared at me, a small smile gracing his lips. "Well, if he is your brother, I hope you remember him soon. It'd be a pity if he came and you didn't remember him." He took up his book again. "Though, I wish I could forget my own brothers. Bloody pains in the arse they are."

Chuckling, I lean on the armrest of the couch, making myself closer to him as he reads. "Have you told me about your brothers before?" He gave me a look, thinking it over. "If you did, I don't remember."

He rolled his eyes with a small smirk. "Bloody amnesiac." Closing his book once more, he took his glasses off and looked at me. "My oldest brother is a damn heathen I wish not to get along with. Ever." He set his book and glasses down on the stand between us. "He's a hotheaded Scotsman with a criminal record. He's not all bad but he's a down right pain. My other brothers are not as bad as him, but when Alister started to ignore my existence, they did the same." I frowned at this. He just sighed with a shrug. "Alister was the head of the family since our father passed away years ago. We had the tradition of the head of the family always being the eldest man and following him, no questions asked. So I was basically shunned after turning thirteen. It hurt me, but I've grown past it. Still hate my brothers for it but I love them. They're family." He smiled kindly as he thought of them.

"But you still wish you could forget them because of that?" Arthur sat in thought about it, nodding a little. I shook my head with a small smile. "I honestly think that you shouldn't wish that." He rose another eyebrow in interest. "Well, I mean, you obviously hold distaste for them, but you still hold them close to your heart. I can tell by the smile you had on your face after sharing that." He blushed, looking away. I merely chuckled, soon hearing a horn honk from outside. "That must be Gilbert." I rose from my seat, smiling at him. "I'll be back sometime before midnight."

He stood up beside me, walking with me to the door. "You better. You still have classes in the morning, like I said. Don't get too drunk, all right? And be safe." I smiled at him as I nodded, feeling the urge to kiss him on the cheek. So I did. His entire face went red like mine. "W-W-What was that?"

"I... I'm not sure." I looked away. "Thanks for being so concerned over me. I'll come home safe. I promise." And out the door I went, confused as to why I did that. Was it natural for me to do that? Shaking myself a little, I headed towards a car nearly full of people with Gilbert sticking his head of the back window. I smiled. "Hey."

"It's about time! I was going to tell Ludwig to honk the horn again." He grinned. "Were you kissing your boyfriend good bye before you left?" I knew he was just kidding with me, but it seems I'm someone who likes men. No wonder I'm attracted to some certain people.

"He's not my boyfriend. He's our professor who kindly took me in off of the beach." I entered the car, sitting next to the albino. "So... Who is who?" I looked at the three new faces I haven't seen yet.

Gilbert's eyes held sadness before he laughed loudly. "The driver is my little brother, Ludwig." He patted his shoulder as the German started to drive again. "The cute Italian up front is his boyfriend-"

"Bruder!" Ludwig's face flushed. I rose an eyebrow. Either he was sensitive about jokes like that or still not used to being with another man.

"-Feliciano." Gilbert continued, grinning as he ignored his brother's interjection. Feli turned around and waved, also sad, or so it seemed. "And the pain in the ass next to me is his older brother, Lovino. You can just ignore him since he's not awesome."

Lovino glared at the Prussian. "Fuck you." His amber eyes then landed on me as he stared at me. "You seriously don't have a damn clue as to who we are?" I shook my head and he seemed to frown only to scowl some more. "What the hell could have caused you to have amnesia. It's complete bull shit."

"Ve~. Lovi, I didn't know you were that concerned about Alfred." Feli smiled at his brother, who huffed and looked out his window. He then turned his sad smile to me. "It is sad that you don't remember us, but we will try and help you regain those memories!" He seemed chipper almost instantly. Blinking, I chuckled. He came off pretty optimistic, unlike his brother who seemed a bit more pessimistic. "I hope you'll remember us soon."

Nodding, I agreed with him. "I hope I do, too. I mean, I've remembered a few things about Gil and Mathias, but just their personalities and nothing more." Gil pouted a bit at that. Probably thinking that his awesome would never be forgotten. I smile, though. "As it's going, I might be able to remember a lot more as time goes one. At least I'm not permanently an amnesiac."

"Ja." Ludwig spoke up again. "As long as we keep helping you, the lost memories should come back. They won't come back too quickly, but depending on the situation you experience, they should slowly come back."

I felt a little better when Ludwig stated that. I nodded once more before turning to Gilbert. "So, Antonio and Francis will be meeting us wherever we're going?"

The grin on his face made me feel something that I knew was no good but no harm to it at the same time. It felt very familiar. "Ja, they'll be at the bar waiting for us."

"It's a damn pub. There's a difference." Lovino stated, grumbling to himself.

"Whatever. It sells alcohol." The Prussian laughed. "The awesome me considers every alcohol selling place a bar."

"Even the grocery stores?" I slowly grinned, chuckling as he didn't instantly answer.

"No, they're different." He looked flushed, huffed up a bit.

"There is a fucking different between bars and grocery stores but not between pubs and bars?" Lovino seemed to be as interested as me as he grinned, knowing that Gilbert was showing his idiocy once more.

Sighing, Ludwig entered a parking lot. "Before this conversation continues any longer, we are here." I glanced out the window, noticing the 'Liam's Pud' sign above the entrance. "Antonio and Francis must be already in the place." The German stated as he parked and exited his car.

We all followed suit, entering the building. The smell was raunchy to me. Smoke combined with bad body odor and barf. I ignored it as I followed the group to a booth. There were two men already sitting there, one smiling at a kind looking waitress as the other was flirting with her. Rolling my eyes, I knew that Francis was the blond one flirting and that he would easily have a one night stand with the girl. Having these sort of 'knowing' moments make me feel weird.

"Francis! Toni! The awesome me has arrived!" Gilbert laughed as he went over to them. They instantly smiled, stood up and hugged him. "And look who I have with me!" He pointed to me.

"Dios mio!" Antonio's eyes widened in shock as he looked at Gilbert, soon smiling at me. "It's good to see you again, mi amigo!"

"Oui, it is." Francis instantly came to my side, brushing a hand next to my cheek. I blushed, feeling I should push him away but didn't want to be rude. He rose an eyebrow as he smiled. "I missed seeing your beautiful eyes. Where have you been, mon ami?"

The other three took seats in the circular booth before the rest of us sat down. "Well, I've been around." I started.

"He's been with Kirkland all this time." Gilbert stated. "He was found on a beach, no memory whatsoever." With a grin, he said, "So I planned this night to help him get some of his memory back!"

The two frowned slightly before smiling again. "We will do the best we can to help you, amigo." Toni kindly smiled at me.

"Thanks." I smiled back, looking around the pub. "So, who's going to order for us?"

"Why don't you order, Al?" Gilbert grinned. "I'll have beer and I know my brother will want water since he's the designated driver." Ludwig merely nodding, affirming his brother's statement.

"The rest of us will have wine or cocktails if they have any." Francis brushed a hand through my hair, grinning. I shivered, nodding before standing up.

"All right. I'll be back." Walking over to the bar, I wondered if Francis naturally hit on everyone or if there was something between us before. I felt some sparks but they seemed dull. Did we love each other before but slowly fell out of love as time went on? It could be possible, but I don't know. Once I reached the bar, I leaned against the counter and waited for the bar tender to notice me.

When he did, his green eyes smiled along with his lips. His short curly red-orange hair flared as he walked over to me. "How may I help ya, mate?"

"Uh, do you have any wine?" I asked, not used to being in a place like this.

He nodded. "Aye, I do. Is that what you want?"

"Well, most of my friends want wine. The other two want a beer and water. I'll just have some water as well." I smiled a little.

With another nod, he smiled. "Coming right up, mate. Me name's Liam, by the way." He started working on the order. "Owner of the pub. I've seen your friends before but your new. Just arrive here?"

"Uh, yeah." I took a seat on the stool, waiting and not minding a small moment of talk. "They're college friends of mine. I'm two weeks behind them, though, because of a certain thing."

"Gee, that's a shame. Must be stressful trying to catch up." I nodded. "So, what 'thing' kept you away for two weeks?"

Silent, I sat in thought. "I washed up on the beach near-by with no clue as to who I was." His green eyes widened. "I met someone kind enough to take me in, though. He happens to be one of my professors." I smiled sincerely as I thought of the Brit. "He's been helping me remember things, along with my friends. There are no amounts of thanks I could give him for doing this for me."

Chuckling, Liam nodded. "You must really like him to look like that." I blushed, not sure if he meant what I think he meant. Do I like Arthur? Well, yes, but what kind of like? "So, might I know this savior of yers?"

"Arthur. His name is Arthur Kirkland." I smiled as I said his name, only proving Liam's point.

"Really?" He rose up his eyebrows in surprise, laughing. "That brother of mine took someone in? I just hope nothing of him rubs off on you." Surprised myself, I look at him with wide eyes. "Let me guess. He's never mentioned anything about his brothers."

"Actually, he has. He only named Alister, though." I stated.

Surprised again, he smiled as he went into thought. "I haven't spoke to him in years." He hummed, setting down the drinks I ordered onto a tray. "Tell him I say hi and he should call some day, would you? Owen and Alister miss him just as much as I do." Nodding, I stand from the stool. "I'll let one of the waiters take this over so you don't have to worry about the tray. It was nice chatting with you. And hey, if you just want to talk you can come any time. I'm also hiring if you'd like to work some hours, too. That is, if you're not overly busy with catching up in you classes." He smiled at me.

I smiled back. "I will be sure to pass the message. Thanks. Really." I waved, heading back over to the booth.

"What took you so long?" Gilbert asked once I took my seat again. "Did Liam start talking to you?" He grinned.

"Yeah. He seems cool." I smiled over at the bar, ignoring the look Francis was giving me.

"Well, of course he's cool! Hell, he could even be awesome, but not as awesome as me." Gil laughed. "He's the owner of this bar and sometimes gives us free drinks if we do him favors."

"Si! He's very kind, too. His brother's are quite different from him, though." Antonio smiled at nothing in particular as he tried to get closer to Lovino. The Italian glared at him before pushing him away.

"You know his brothers?" I asked in interest.

"Oui." Francis giggled. "The eldest one is quite the handsome brute. He likes it rough, too."

Shivering at the subtext to that, I nod. "And the other ones?"

"His other brother is a quiet man named Owen." Gil stated. "He works here sometimes when he has nothing else to do." I nodded again, seeing a waiter come over with our drinks. "About time!" Gilbert grabbed his beer once he was able and the rest grabbed their own drinks as well. I grabbed the other water and sipped it, noting Gilbert raise an eyebrow. "You ordered water?" He shook his head. "So not awesome. The Al I knew loved drinking beer with me."

I didn't reply, just sipped the water. Ludwig hit his brother's arm with a glare. Smiling, I knew that the German instantly figured out that Gil said something he shouldn't have said. Not yet. I'm not the same Alfred everyone knew. I can't help it. It just happened this way.

As the night went on, I was able to remember very little but still had fun. Little remarks with "the Al I knew" still occurred but I ignored them. Gilbert was just complaining but I felt a lot of guilt coming from him. It's not his fault I'm this way, though. We soon all left the pub and I got dropped off at my temporary home while I'm in England. Yawning, I entered the house, taking off my shoes and hanging up my jacket on the coat hanger.

I soon heard some light foot steps and I looked up to see Arthur in his pajamas. Blushing at seeing in the slightly bagging attire, I smiled at him. "I'm back."

He huffed a little, crossing his arms as he looked away, but then he glanced at me again with a small smile. "Welcome home, idiot."

17 September 20XX

Today was very interesting. Very little memory came back today but I still will update this journal about the important stuff that goes on. Especially with my possible love life. I think Francis and I used to be together but it ended. He might still like me but I don't like him. I don't really know him because of my amnesia. The only one I could possibly see myself with is Arthur, but we only have known each other for such a short time. That's too fast.

Total memories seen today: 3.

A memory with Francis and I being together.

Gilbert, Francis, Antonio and I making mischief with each other.

More of the blurry scene.

I seem to have been at a party in that blurry scene I keep seeing. I hear dubstep music and a wicked bass. It's starting to become a little clearer but all I can see are party lights before rippling glassy water. I wonder where I could have been to see both of them. I really just want to remember what happened to me. I'll just have to wait.

Memory Diary Update Day 2

Note: I'm glad to finally upload this chapter. It's been siting on my laptop for ages now but I finally was able to continue it and finish it. I have many plans of certain events but need to have a lot of filler in between. The next chapter might be a time skip to the middle of the semester with the midterm exams and such. It will be a lot better if I do that and faster to reach the ending with no problems. There are two specific scenes for the story that I have in my head, one between Al and Arthur and the other between Al and Ivan. I've been trying to be subtle about dropping hints with what happened to Al but I think this chapter might have spoiled a lot of the ideas of what happened. Either way, there will be a chapter that specifically flashes back to the night Al lost his memories.

I've been slowly updating these stories because I've been focusing a lot on my DeviantArt stories. I'm determined to finish these stories so I can be finished with the long series but I won't do anything to this account. I'm keeping it so I might reread them in the future and even edit them or rewrite them as time goes on. I'm planning to edit An English Bow and an American Gun one day and fix it up a bit for fun or even turn it into an actual novel. Change the names and such.

This chapter is not beta-ed so there may be mistakes.

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