Near the end of the meeting, Arthur started getting a headache. Maybe it was something involving seeing all these people that he supposedly knew around him, or maybe it was seeing that man, but he started getting scattered memories. Little things like this magnificent ship that he knew was his and people dressed in different outfits. Every time he looked at Spain, he saw him in some extravagant red outfit, wielding an axe. Whenever he looked at Germany, he imagined him in a uniform with a swastika on an armband on his side.

So many jumbled thoughts and images…Arthur's headache only got worse and worse.

When the meeting ended, Arthur followed Alfred and Francis outside. They were fighting over him or something, but Arthur wasn't listening. He just leaned against the wall and sighed.

"On the way over here, we talked about going to lunch together," Alfred protested. This statement was, of course, a huge lie. Arthur couldn't remember talking about that at all. But he didn't trust his thought process at this point. So many random memories… So many queen's and king's names to remember…

"I don't trust you two alone for very long," Francis crossed his arms. The pose reminded Arthur of back when they were kids…Something about Arthur's hair… "Look what happened last time."

"Fact of the matter is…" Alfred grinned. "You were there. And what did you do? Nothing!"

Arthur started zoning out. His head hurt. He looked down at himself and he almost swore he was wearing a red coat. He looked back up and, for a second, Alfred was in a blue coat. But, Arthur eventually went back to his green and Alfred back to his bomber. He almost fell asleep, he just wanted to close his eyes. Maybe his headache would go away.

Arthur stopped them mid-argument.

"Excuse me!" Arthur winced at his own loud voice. "Rather than arguing about me, how about you let me decide?" Arthur grabbed onto Alfred's wrist and started dragging him towards where he remembered his car was. "Thank you," Arthur sighed.

"Wait, hold on," Francis spoke behind them and Arthur stopped.

He didn't really try to fight it when Francis twirled him around twice, making him extremely dizzy, and leaned down and kissed him good-bye. Arthur didn't kiss back. He was really beginning to grow some kind of hatred for Francis. Was it all these memories? They were little, and even back then they didn't get along well. He remembered something like Arthur trying to be better than him...

He held his head and leaned against the door when he got into Alfred's car. Alfred didn't notice, though. He turned up the radio to some popular American song and played it loud. This didn't help the pounding in Arthur's head at all.

Alfred was singing along, his voice cracking whenever the singer's voice got too high. It almost made Arthur laugh, watching Alfred make a fool of himself.

He didn't get very far before another pang went through Arthur's head. Something about toy soldiers. He worked hard to make them for Alfred when he was a little kid…

The radio suddenly turned down at a red light.

"Hey, Arthur, are you-"

"Okay?" Arthur finished Alfred's sentence for him. "I'm fine," his voice was quiet, any louder and he would wince in pain, giving away his lie.

"You look like you're in pain, dude," Alfred kept looking at him.

"Just a small headache," Arthur said with a wave of his hand.

There was a loud honk behind them, making Arthur tightly close his eyes. He looked up slightly to see that the light was green and Alfred started moving. That honk was so loud!

"Shit!" Alfred cursed and slid down his window. He slipped his left hand out of his window (he was driving an American car through England)and Arthur could only guess that he was flipping the guy off.

"You deserved that honk, Alfred," Arthur sighed and looked out the window slightly to find that it had started raining. "No need to flip him off."

"Well, he was a jerk," Alfred sighed. "And he practically made you jump five feet in the air."

"I'm fine," Arthur was really getting tired of saying that. There was more pain in his head as he remembered something that looked like a tuxedo. In this memory, he was giving it to Alfred.

Alfred played his music quietly and the two stayed in silence the rest of the way to some food place. It looked like some regular fast food place.

"Why are we here?" Arthur sighed as he got out of the car.

"We used to come here a lot," Alfred smiled over the roof of the car.

"Did we?" Arthur chuckled, but held his head slightly.

"Come on, let's go inside," Alfred nodded his head in the direction of the door. When the two got to it, Alfred held it open for Arthur to step through. It would have been cute, despite the fact that they were in military clothes, it was McDonalds, and Arthur was about to pass out from the pain in his head.

They were in line for food for only about a minute before Alfred started freaking out.

"Hey, I have to go to the bathroom, what about you?" there was a certain panic in his voice and he started hopping around.

"What? No," Arthur couldn't get much protest out before Alfred grabbed onto his arm and jerked him out of the line and into the bathroom. Arthur saw someone right before they entered the restroom. Gelled back brown hair and penetrating blue eyes staring right at him. That man kept on popping up!

"Alfred, what the hell are you doing?" Arthur protested.

"Be quiet," Alfred demanded and backed him up into a stall. "You're in a kid's place, you know. Watch your language."

"I can watch whatever I want to watch," Arthur reminded himself of his brother, back at the hospital. Brothers… Another pang in his head and he almost fell over, but Alfred caught him.

"Stay here," Alfred said after helping him stand up. He backed up out of the stall. "Please."

Alfred closed the door, leaving Arthur to sit there. He decided to lock the door in hopes that nobody would come in there. He sat down on top of the toilet, he couldn't stand.

The pain in his head only got worse. Dear God, his head hurt!

He almost fainted, but a knock at his stall door woke him up. He opened it up, knowing Alfred would be there.

"Hey!" he was so peppy, almost like he forgot he shoved Arthur into a stall in McDonalds.

"Hi," Arthur said breathlessly. He wasn't going to show that his head hurt to Alfred. "So, are you going to let me eat now?"

"Sure," Alfred chuckled and led Arthur out of the restroom.

Arthur didn't pay attention to what he ordered, all of it was basically the same, anyway. He thought his order had something to do with fish… And then Alfred bought 6 hamburgers and 3 sodas.

"You do know that it's free refills, correct?" Arthur laughed at Alfred, trying desperately to ignore the panging in his head.

"Hey, I'm just trying to help the economy," Alfred rubbed the back of his head. He obviously didn't recognize his mistake until Arthur pointed it out to him. "I have plenty of money! But the people that work here don't!"

He was so happy, Arthur noted. No one was ever this happy in reality, were they?

They happily ate together. Alfred was stuffing his face and Arthur was trying really hard not to hold his head in pain. He kept on getting flashes of memories throughout the day and it was just about to drive him nuts! How he had been able to handle all of this in the past, Arthur did not know. All of this information was about to blow up his head.

But he smiled and nodded with Alfred to make sure that he was happy. There was something in his mind that made him want to make Alfred happy. And he knew Alfred wanted him to be happy.

It was almost bliss. Almost a good point in these past couple depressing days of lost memories.

Alfred finished his food quickly, almost impossibly quick. But he waited patiently for Arthur to finish his food. He waited and talked and laughed and had fun. Arthur's headache was still getting worse as he stood up to throw away his garbage.

Alfred jumped in front of Arthur as he turned towards the door. He motioned with his arms towards the door and spoke, "Shall we go, then?"

Arthur laughed and nodded. When the two walked out of the McDonalds, it was pouring rain. Immediately, Arthur's hair went damp over his forehead and he started getting cold as his clothes got drenched. He started to shiver, but he felt something heavy and warm drape over his shoulders. It was so oddly…fuzzy on the inside. He looked down and it was a familiar looking brown bomber jacket.

"You looked cold," Alfred chuckled as he walked in front of Arthur, his jacket was gone, leaving just a tight, white T-shirt to cover his obviously muscular chest. It was getting wet quickly, though, letting a lot of colour through.

"Um…" Arthur could feel his face heat up seeing Alfred like this. "Thanks, but you don't have to-" Alfred held up his hand to stop him.

"I was the one that dragged you along here, so I figured I should help a little," Alfred grinned. "You always hated coming to places like this."

"It's no problem," Arthur chuckled. "You saved me from Francis."

"He seems to think you like it," Alfred sighed as the two started walking towards his car.

"I don't," Arthur rolled his eyes, not like Alfred could see. His jacket was so warm…Arthur gripped the edges and brought them together in front of him to enclose the heat.

Alfred apparently decided it was best to keep quiet for the rest of the car ride to Arthur's house.

Alfred's silence was nice for Arthur, considering the headache was still pounding against his skull. Arthur was starting to remember things that felt like ages ago. Like from when he was a child, he remembered a woman whom he hoped was his mother. And three people he figured were his brothers. He recognized one from the hospital, the angry, red-headed Scot.

After what felt like forever, the car managed to slowly pull up to Arthur's mansion. He was not looking forward to going back out into the rain. He stepped out of the car and slipped his arms through the sleeves of Alfred's jacket as the wind picked up, causing most of his hair to fly in front of his face.

Alfred waited for him just a few feet away from the front door.

"I think I'll let you have peace alone for a while," Alfred rubbed the back of his head. "I heard Francis talking about visiting you later. You could use as much rest as possible before he does."

"Thank you," Arthur sighed and nodded to Alfred as he stepped past him. Something stopped him, though, when Arthur tried reaching for the door handle. He turned around to see Alfred walking back over to the car. "Alfred."

Alfred stopped and turned back around. He gave his full attention to Arthur, which made him feel good inside, like someone actually cared about him. Arthur wanted to say something. Something about thanking him for a nice day, thanking him for saving him from Francis. But he felt something in his gut that made him move quickly towards Alfred.

He had to go onto the tip of his toes to reach, but he placed his lips onto Alfred's. He kissed him. And it was nothing like kissing Francis. This was actually a pleasant experience. And the fact that it was in the pouring rain made it so cliché that it was romantic.

The kiss lasted longer than Arthur thought it would, Alfred helping him keep it like that. But when the two finally, separated, Arthur finally gained the courage to speak.

"Th-thank you," Arthur muttered as he retreated back to his front door. "You're a better kisser than Francis, by the way," he yelled out as a final thought.

"Really?" Alfred asked, the door to his car open and one leg already inside.

"Yes, his lips are chapped," Arthur chuckled slightly. The kiss had done a little to lighten his headache. But, now that it was over, he found that the kiss was making it worse. Making memories fly back even quicker.

The two left each other's presence without another word. After Arthur closed the door, he leaned against it and held his head. He almost slid to the floor. None of these memories made any sense. They were all jumbled and they weren't getting Arthur anywhere. The more the memories came in, the more Arthur's head hurt. They were shoving themselves into his brain in no particular order. Making sense of them was almost impossible.

Ready to find a bed to sleep on, Arthur dug into his pocket for his phone he had been given, but never used. He stumbled his way into the TV room like he was having a hangover and placed the phone on the table. He almost collapsed on the couch when he could have sworn he heard something shuffle behind him.

Arthur quickly turned around, hoping to find nothing. But he found a man. But it wasn't just any man. It was the man that had been following him, in his thoughts and in real life. It was the man with electric blue eyes and gelled back brown hair.

"It's about time he finally left you alone," the man chuckled and stepped towards Arthur.

"Who the hell are you?" Arthur spoke. It was meant to come out as more of the threat, but his headache made it come out as more of a complaint.

"Like you're ever gonna know that," the man obviously thought Arthur was funny, the way he kept on mindlessly laughing. Arthur found it extremely obnoxious.

In just a few fluid motions, the man was behind Arthur. And before he had a chance to react, Arthur couldn't feel or see anything. He had blacked out.

Sorry about the cliff-hanger! I really don't like to do that...but the next bit would take too long for this chapter...

So, now he's finally getting his memories back. But there's a lot of them and they're all mixed up. Just imagine about 1,000 years of memories piled into your head... Major migrane...

Oh, yeah, little tid-bit here...If you all liked this story, I have two more up that have America and England, but it's not USUK. They are "Witch!" and "Big Brother?" So, please check those out if you want.

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