I do not own Hetalia, because Hidekaz Himaruya does!

Re-cap: 'Wollowing in the past and then just forgetting everything that people have done to you?' it sounded like... His voice. But darker. More evil. Arthur had a bad feeling about this..

"What do you mean? Who are you?" Arthur asked, worried.

'Everything that everyone has done to you... You just forget it, like they never stabbed you in the back. Like they never hurt you in ways that they could never possibly imagine.'

"W-what do you mean? Everything that everyone has done to me? But they haven't done anything."

'You poor thing... You couldn't have forgotten so soon?'

"Forgotten what? What have I forgotten?" Arthur began looking around, searching for the voice's owner .

'You won't find me.'

"And why the bloody Hell not?"

'That's beside the point, Arthur. You're looking at the small details- you need to look at the big picture. See, that's your problem. It's why you're always pushed over and stepped on.'

"Wh... What? I don't have a bloody problem!"

'Yes, you do. And your problem is that you're too nice.'

Arthur's head filled with images from him being evil. He chuckled bitterly. "I'm not quite sure that I'd call myself too nice for my own good."

'No, you're not the nicest when you look at the details. But look at the big picture, Arthur.'

"The big picture?"

'You've forgotten more than you seem to think. Just because you have your memories back doesn't mean that you can see clearly. And I'm here to help you do just that.'

"That's a villain's line."

Suddenly, banging was heard on the door. "Arthur?" Alfred called loudly. "Who're ya talking to?"

Arthur's head was then stuffed full of images from the Revolution. He didn't want them- he tried dispersing them, but they wouldn't go away! The love at the begining, the anger in the middle, the heart-break in the end. The heart-breaking scenes were the longest by far, shoving the emotions he felt long ago into his face and forcing it down his throat. Arthur tried to tell the voice to stop it. "Quit it!" he whispered. "I don't need that right now!"

'He left you. You cared for him, supported him, helped him, and he left you lying in the cold mud. He's a back-stabber. Then he goes over to your house and acts like it never happened. You two are closer than ever. But it's fake, and you know it. He treats you like you're stupid. He says that he's the hero and you're his back-up. He doesn't trust you and your abilities.'

"Arthur?" America called, louder this time.

"A... Backstabber?" he whispered. A glaze seemed to fall over his eyes.

'Yes. You shouldn't trust him... You'll just end up getting hurt.'

"And... What about the others?" he murmured softly.

'All against you. If they were truly there for you until the end, they would have been your shoulder to cry on already.'

"W-what about France?"

'Doesn't like you. He fights with you all the time. Good friends don't do that.'

"Oliver?"

'He's your 2p! He'd kill you in an instant if he could.'

"Japan?"

'He's silent, but he could protect you. Yet he doesn't.'

"Why are you telling me all of this? Just to make me feel alone?"

'No. I'm telling you because someone has to before it's too late. Once you go down that road of false trust, there's not many ways to come back. You're lucky I found you.'

"Thank you." Arthur said, as if he were in a daze. Like mind-control.

'One thing, though.'

"Yes?"

'The others.. They don't like me. If they knew that I was helping you out, they wouldn't hang around you. And you hanging around them is part of our plan. So you can't tell anyone about me!'

"A... Plan?"

'First promise not to tell! If they tell someone with magic that I'm here, they could kill me!'

"... I promise. Now, what about the plan?"

'Ah. It's a wonderful plan. One that will get everyone that's ever hurt you back. Not revenge, just you taking back what's yours.'

"That's mine? What have they taken?"

'Your happiness, dear Arthur.'

"But I'm perfectly happy here."

'That's what they want you to think.'

"Who're they? And who are you?"

'Two brilliant questions. They are everyone who has ever harmed you, and anyone who's ever done wrong to you. And I... Well, you'll find out soon enough. For now, call me Alex.'

"Okay, Alex. What first? What should we do first?"

The door was kicked down, and three people ran in, Alfred in the lead. "Arthur! What's wrong? You weren't responding, but we heard you talking!"

Arthur's head snapped to the doorway. He narrowed his eyes and jumped up. "Bloody Hell, Alfred! If someone doesn't answer, maybe they don't want to talk to you!"

"But you were talking to someone! We heard you!" Alfred cried.

"My bloody phone! Don't just barge in!"

"I-I'm sorry, dude. But I thought that you were in trouble.."

Allen picked something up. "Your phone's over here."

'Tell them that you were just thinking aloud.'

"I was thinking aloud! Get out!" he hissed.

"Why don't you want to talk to Alfred?" Oliver asked.

"Because he's annoying! I didn't want to deal with him this late at night." Arthur growled. "But I had to anyway!"

"Okay, okay, I got the hint! We're leaving!" Alfred raised his hands in an 'I-surrender' pose, and left the room. Allen followed him, and soon after that Oliver left. The door was still kicked down.

'Wankers. They don't trust you enough to leave you alone! It's worse than I thought.'

Arthur didn't respond.

'Here, I have an idea. Put the door back up, then stuff pillows under the bed's blanket so it looks like you're sleeping.'

"Huh? Why?"

'Because we're going for a walk.'

"Uhm... Okay." Arthur did as he was told. "Why?"

'I need you to do something. Don't worry, it'll be easy.'

"What do you need? And how will we leave without everyone else knowing?"

'Go through the window. Leave a ruler in the crack so we can get back in.' the voice said, ignoring his first question.

Arthur grabbed a ruler, opened his window, climbed out, stepping on the windowsill, and closed the window on the ruler, leaving a crack open. Not enough for anyone to notice unless they were looking directly at it.

'Now climb down.'

Arthur dropped to a crouch, putting his hands on the edge of the sill and jumping down. From there, he jumped down landed in the garden in front of the house. He immediatly slid onto his stomache, knowing that Oliver would have seen something and would be looking out the window, waiting to see it properly.

Two minutes later, when Arthur knew that it was safe, he began army-crawling to the side of the house. Once he was there, he stood up and sprinted six houses away. "What now?"

'I know someone who can help you do what you need to do. Follow my instructions to the letter:'

Arthur walked down the stairs, into a dark ally. He found the door labeled 1756 and knocked. Much to his surprise, a little girl answered. She looked around 11. "Hello? What can I do for you?"

"Hello, is there a Carter Johnson living here?"

Recognition flashed in her eyes, and she grinned, her eyes taking on a darker look. "Password, please?"

'Tell her that it's Alex.'

"It's Alex."

Her eyes widened. "Alex?" she breathed. "Come in!"

She pulled him inside and shut the door, locking it. "Did you come here for what I think you did?"

Arthur smiled. "Were you saved, too? By Alex?"

"Saved..?" she asked, confused. Then her eyes lit up. "Oh! Yes, I was."

'Tell her that we're here for the O.G.'

"I'm here for the O.G.?"

The girl grinned even wider. "Come with me."

She led them down a long hall. At the end of said hall was a secret door in the floor. She opened it and revealed stairs leading down. The two went downstairs, into an old-fashioned, stereotypical dungeon. Inside, she went into one of the chambers and pulled an old key from the floor, located in one of the far corners. She left, going down one of the many hallways next to the dungeon. Arthur followed, confused.

She stopped in front of a door with no name or number, and unlocked it with a key that she pulled from her pocket. She stepped inside, motioning for Arthur to do the same. Once in, the girl rushed over to the far left corner and started pulling bricks out of the wall. She had pulled out seven before she stopped, and reached a hand in. She pulled out a large trunk, setting it gently on the floor.

Then she got the key that she had retrieved from the dungeon earlier and used it to unlock the trunk. She slowly opened it, grinning gleefully. "Are you ready?" she asked Arthur. He nodded, not entirely sure that he wanted to do this.

Then the brunett pulled out an outfit. It was a black tank-top, with a long black coat that had a hood and went to Arthur's calves, and black skinny jeans. Next she pulled out black leather boots, dark sunglasses, and a chain.

"What? Am I suppossed to change into those? Why the chain?" Britain asked.

"It'll make you look hot! You're going to be playing the guitar in public, so you can't not look cute! That won't draw a crowd." she giggled.

"A... Crowd? I am?"

"Yup! That's the favor that Alex asked of you, right? To do something for him. That something is to go out every night and play the music that comes to you head while wearing this outfit!"

"Alex, is this true?" he murmured.

'Yes. I'll tell you what to play, and you'll play it.'

"Why?"

"Because playing the music is the only way to help you see the world the way it is. It opens your eyes, kind of like breaking a magic spell. The world is the spell, and the song is the thing getting rid of it for you." the girl smiled.

'Exactly.'

"I never caught your name. Mine's Arthur."

"Hello, Arthur! My name is Brenna."

"Hello, Brenna. Well, I guess I had better get changed into this." he gestured to the clothes.

"Okay, I'll leave you to change in peace." Brenna left the room.