At first, Arthur had no idea what he was hearing. Was this man crazy? How did he know him?

"Wh-what?" Arthur demanded, scooting slightly away from him in his bed. "A-are you crazy?"

"Doc said the same thing," Alfred gave out a weak smile. "But you need to listen."

Alfred could have kept talking, but Arthur cut him off. "I will not listen to you! I don't know who the hell you are! You-you think it's funny to make fun of the amnesiac?"

"Arthur," Alfred reached over the bed awkwardly to grab onto Arthur's shoulders. "Listen." There was something in those eyes. Something that made Arthur shut up. There was another thing inside those orbs. He was truly concerned for Arthur. "I-I'm not used to being in this situation… Trying to help people with stuff like this. But I want you to remember. So please hear me out."

Arthur waited in silence, allowing Alfred to continue. "Okay, so, there's a physical representation of every country. We…you know them all. You have existed as a person since the beginning of England, doing whatever your boss wanted you to do." Alfred seemed uneasy with this, like he had never had to do this before. Which he probably didn't. "The…um…the only reason you healed so fast is because you're a country, and the only thing that really leaves scars on you is, like, war. If a country physically hurts you. Or if something happens to your country, like economy makes you sick, and…um…" Alfred looked up at the ceiling, as if to try to think of something. "Um…if another country were to hurt you, that happens to your country, too. Kinda like when Japan shot me and Pearl Harbor, like, exploded."

"So, this means you're America?" Arthur still wasn't quite wrapping his head around this. Countries, as people? How can someone live that long?

"Yeah…you raised me…" Alfred was shifting uncomfortably, like bringing up their relationship hurt him inside. "You're kinda like my brother. We-we met back when you were a pirate, and when I was really little."
"We're brothers?" Arthur questioned. This made it even worse for him. He definitely couldn't like Alfred now. They were both guys and he was his brother? Then why did he still feel attracted to him?

"Um…yeah…" Alfred shifted uncomfortably.

"So, I was a pirate?" Arthur asked another question. He still didn't believe the fact that he was England.

"Yeah!" Alfred lit up, and he took in a deep breath, like he was going to tell a story. "You were like the best one out there! Every time you saw a French or Spanish ship, you left them blown to pieces! You were the best shot in the world! You would always get who you wanted to kill, dead on! You were amazing with head shots and you could swing a sword like no one else!"

"And how do you know all this?" Arthur was starting to believe what Alfred was saying. What with all the enthusiasm he was expressing as he talked.

"You told me stories," Alfred's smile didn't leave him yet. "When I was little, though, you said they were about some other man, you named him Alfred. I think that was just to make me feel happy, that I was named after such a cool pirate." The way Alfred spoke, so melancholy, Arthur did believe him. There was something in his gut, telling him that he had been a pirate…long ago. "But when I got older, you told me the pirate was you. I guess you didn't want to seem like a bad role model when I was growing up."

"Wait," Arthur stopped him. "If what you are saying is true, that we are countries," Arthur almost scoffed at the thought of him saying something so…outrageous, "then the…um… the American revolution…"

"Yeah, we fought each other," Alfred muttered, like he didn't like talking about that. Arthur could even feel himself not wanting to talk about it. "It-it was all my fault, though. I was being stupid," Alfred rubbed the back of his head. "I still can't believe I actually beat you. You were a really good fighter back then."

"Back then?" Arthur felt hurt. Was he not as amazing as Alfred had said anymore? "Well, what about now?" Arthur demanded and Alfred grinned.

"So, you believe me now?" that smile Alfred gave…it almost melted Arthur.

"I-I'm not saying I do," Arthur felt himself blush slightly. "You were just talking about me like I was go great…What about now?"

"You still are great, England," Alfred grinned and stood up as the doctor came back in, throwing Arthur a shirt, which he caught. Arthur had forgotten about his not wearing a shirt with Alfred's story. He gladly put the shirt on as Alfred moved the chair he had used back to where it was.

The shirt was a plain white T-shirt, so it still showed his thin, lanky arms. Then Arthur noticed the doctor was disconnecting him to the heart monitor.

"What are you doing?" Arthur was alarmed at first.

"You never really needed this," the doctor chuckled. "It was just to make it look normal to the passersby. You can stay over night and then you'll probably be able to leave."

The doctor then turned to start working with something Arthur couldn't see. And then another person walked into the door. He had long, blonde hair and blue eyes, not as blue as Alfred's but still pretty none the less. He was holding something that looked like a stuffed bear in his hand. His expression turned from worried to relieved once he saw Arthur.

"Dieu merci, votre alright," he sighed. It took Arthur a minute to realize that the man had just spoken French. The man dropped the stuffed animal and rushed to Arthur's side. The man looked like he was about to hug Arthur, but he stopped himself. "Alfred told me about you loosing your memories," his French accent was thick, but Arthur could understand him.

"Um…right," Arthur felt awkward around this new edition in the room.

"So, you probably don't remember me," the man sounded disappointed at the fact he just stated. "M-my name is Francis."

"He's also the country of France," Alfred sighed as he turned on the TV. Some cartoon turned on. It was obvious Alfred was angry at him. And the face Francis gave him…it was obvious that he was angry at Alfred, too.

"Oh," Arthur looked down and twiddled his thumbs.

"So, you don't remember the night of the-" Francis started.

"Car crash," Alfred finished.

"No," Arthur shook his head, still looking down.

"Car crash?" Arthur heard Francis whisper over his head to Alfred.

"Just go with it," Alfred whispered in response.

"I can hear you," Arthur sighed, lifting his head up to look at the TV. It looked like some super hero cartoon. Naturally what you would expect from America. Did Arthur believe that whole country thing? He wasn't quite sure yet.

"So, are you two still…?" Francis suggested something that Arthur ignored.

"I haven't told him about that yet," Alfred replied hurriedly.

"So, that would mean he's free now?" Francis laughed.

"You're such a pervert!" Alfred snapped.

"I'm taking that as a yes," Francis made this "honhonhonhon" sound.

After tuning the two out, it didn't take long for Arthur to drift into sleep again.

There was a little kid's laughter. It was a bright day outside and Arthur was sitting down in a field of tall, golden wheat.

"I found you!" the kid poked his head through the wheat, he wasn't even tall enough to see above the wheat. The kid looked so much like someone he knew.

"Hello there, America," Arthur chuckled in a warm voice. He lifted up the child, holding him up in the air above his head. The kid had a huge smile and was laughing non-stop.

"Stop, Mister England," the kid was laughing so hard. "Put me down."

Arthur was laughing with the child, moving his arms to make the kid fly around above the ground. Soon, he put the child down and rolled over onto his stomach. He was face-to-face with the child.

"Come on!" the child giggled, pulling on Arthur's arm. "It's your turn to find me!"

"But you're just so good at this game," Arthur laughed, this kid was truly making him happy. Was this…? "I don't think I'd be able to find you. You might get lost…forever!"

"No, no, no!" the child protested, pulling on Arthur's arm harder. This kid was so strong, he almost made Arthur fall over. "I'm gonna hide and you're gonna find me!" the child protested, explaining the process of the game he had come up with.

"Alright, alright," Arthur tried to calm the hyper child down. "I will start counting, you go hide."

As the kid ran through the golden wheat, the sky melted to black. The black soon melted into the rest of the scene, the peacefulness retreating quickly. The wheat turned into a street in the bad part of town. It was dark, Arthur could barely see anything.

"Arthur, run!"

Arthur could barely tell where he was going, but he was running for his life. His heart was pounding as he ran away, but he could hear the tell-tale sign of someone footsteps following him close behind. There was a gun shot just above his head.

"Bugger!" Arthur shouted in surprise and rounded a corner into an alley way. He didn't expect it to be a dead end and he slammed into the brick wall, jamming his head into it.

He turned around quickly, the footsteps that were behind him slowed to a walk and he heard a deep chuckle.

"You're mine now."

Arthur sat up quickly, gasping for air. Alfred sat up quickly from his chair, like he had just been sleeping, too. Francis wasn't in the room and neither was the doctor. What time was it?

"Whoa, Arthur, you okay?" Alfred rushed to his side.

Arthur held his head, "Yeah, fine." What was that dream? A memory?

"You sure?" Alfred looked genuinely concerned.

Arthur forced out a smile and nodded. "I'm fine," he assured him. "Just a nightmare."

"What was it?" Alfred asked.

"Nothing, I can't even remember it," Arthur lied. He wished he could remember who that was in the alley way, their face was shrouded in darkness.

"You're sure?" Alfred said cautiously.

"Yes, America," Arthur sighed, he was getting annoyed by him. By the time he had realized what he just said, Alfred was grinning like an idiot.

"I was starting to miss you talking to me like that," he spoke happily.

"You missed me talking to you with annoyance?" Arthur didn't understand.

"That's just how you talk to everyone," Alfred chuckled.

"I do?" Arthur couldn't help but grin. "I sound like such a fun person," he sighed sarcastically.

"You are," Alfred smiled at him and Arthur shifted uncomfortably. Alfred just seemed so…attractive. Arthur could just feel himself wanting to like him. But he couldn't allow himself to. If Alfred was right, they were brothers. That's just wrong, right?

"Um…thank you…" Arthur muttered, feeling his face heat up. "Um…what time is it?"

Alfred looked above Arthur's head, which he guessed that was where the clock was. "Looks like six in the morning," Alfred yawned. "Way too early for me. So don't think that you're gonna be leaving this hospital any time soon."

"You are my ride home?" Arthur laughed.

"What? You don't think I'm a good driver?" Alfred showed mock pain on his face.

"Well, you did get me into a car crash," Arthur laughed. "How are you getting me home without a car, anyway?"

"Talk later," Alfred yawned, going to sit back down in the chair he was in just previously. "Sleep now."

Arthur didn't fall back asleep, he was afraid of having that dream again. Who was that in the alley? Why was he running?

Most of all, why did the dream start with that wheat field?

Arthur was happy that Alfred hadn't turned the TV off, he was able to watch game shows until the doctor came in. Alfred was still out cold as the doctor asked Arthur more of the same sorts of questions. How are you feeling? Do you feel any more pain? How is your head? Shoulder?

After a while, another person came in. He was of small build, and a little shaky. His hair was the same colour as Alfred's, but it was long like Francis'. And there was a long curl coming out of the top, near his forehead. His glasses were covering his blue eyes.

He almost yelped when he saw Arthur staring at him. "Um…um…hi…" the kid muttered.

"Hello," Arthur said. "Um, who are you?"

"M-Mathew," the kid muttered again. He was so quiet, Arthur could barely hear him. The two stood in an awkward silence for a while, neither wanting to talk.

Eventually, Alfred snorted and stood up quickly. "Dude! Mattie!" he quickly ran over to Mathew and gave him a giant bear hug. Mathew braced himself, like he was used to being picked up off the ground by the peppy American.

"Hi Alfred," Mathew spoke quietly.

"So, you've, um, reintroduced yourself to Arthur?"

"Yeah," Mathew said. It almost looked like he was disappearing.

"So, this is our ride," Alfred turned to Arthur. "And I've been thinking, you've been in bed for a good couple days. Do you think you can walk still?"

"What?" Arthur protested. "Of course I can, you git!" Arthur moved out of the sheets quickly and dangled his feet off the bed to the right and stood up quickly.

His legs seemed to turn to jelly at that point, like he couldn't support himself. Immediately, he started falling forward. Before he could closer to the ground, he felt strong arms hold him up, his face going into a buff chest.

He could feel himself blush as he was held into Alfred's body. He stayed there for a second, enjoying it slightly.

"You need to be more careful, Artie," Alfred laughed as Arthur shoved off of him and back onto the bed. "And I'm pretty sure you're gonna need some pants before you leave," Alfred whispered in his ear and Arthur's face reddened even deeper. He looked down and saw he was just in a pair of boxers.

"Cock," Arthur muttered.

"You know, you're still the same Arthur," Alfred started laughing. "Just a little more clumsy."

"I-I am not clumsy," Arthur argued.

Mathew watched the two go at it and he giggled. Arthur really was the same person, even without his memories. It was amazing how Alfred brought Arthur's personality out, even after what had happened.

Those two really were meant for each other.

Turns out, I've liked this story so much, I'm already on chapter 5! I hope everyone else loves this story just as much!

Sadly, though, people will just have to wait a week for the next chapter!

Please review so I can feel good about myself and I don't own anything, like Hetalia or...anything...really.