The boat was a bit slower than I wanted it to be. The waves slowly rocked the boat back and forth. I looked out to the ocean because I felt uncomfortable looking anywhere else. The boat was filled with couple. Some were holding hands, whispering sweet nothings. A few were sitting on a couch making out. Most were fully prone on the couch doing stuff that I had thought would be inappropriate for public view. I was lucky to have found a couch all to myself.

Out on the horizon, a plane made skywriting. The white smoke that followed it spelled "L'amour." I somehow knew enough French to understand that it read love. I laid back and closed my eyes. I sure knew how to pick out boats. But why did I feel this weird aching in my chest.

The weather was almost warm now. The sunlight was muffled by the umbrella overhead. The soft cushions on the couch pulled me deeper into its reach. Blocking out the world around me, I fell into a lethargic stupor.

I knew I was asleep. There was no way this was happening in real life. But this dream felt so real. I pulled away from his face. I small taste of dried fish and alcohol lingered on my tongue. I was staring at the guy in the fire. The only difference from then was a slight sheen of pink on his face. He looked stunned at first, but then he turned cross.

"Don't do that!" His perfect voice said. It was filled with such warmth and kindness despite the mad look on his face.

"Why not?" My voice replied. What exactly had I done to make him so irritated?

"It's driving me crazy. You just can't use your tongue like that."

His hand reached for my face and pulled me toward him. His lips met mine. His warmth filled me farther and faster than the alcohol influenced. His tongue met mine, enticing my entire being. He was such a hypocrite. What had I done to deserve this? I no longer had control over myself. My whole body was drawn into him. I pulled myself closer. I gave my all into this unanticipated kiss.

Sudden acute pain seared through my tongue. I lashed back into my self, my comfort zone. What was happening? Did he bite me? I thought…

"There. I hope you learned your lesson," he said breathlessly.

I nodded. What else could I have done? He was the one who had kissed me like that. At least he didn't look as mad as he had earlier.

I slowly opened my eyes. The muffled sun came down in a myriad of colors. Sunset threw sparks upon the water. That was more than a dream. This boat was getting to me.

The boat was docked into a quaint little harbor with a lot of hotels overlooking the water. I grabbed my two bags and got off.

I walked down the lonely street. The little city became decorated with lights. Even in the night, the jeans I was wearing seemed a bit too warm. That dream as still on my mind. What would it mean if that had been a memory?

"Bon soir, ma chère! You look like you could use some help. Those bags are heavy, non?"

A blond man walked faster to meet me. His chin showed a slight stubble. He looked harmless enough. I let him grab one of the bags off of my shoulder.

He gave me a stunning smile. "Where are you headed? I'll escort you there."

"I'm actually not sure. I'm not really familiar with anything."

His smile got wider. "Ah, a tourist! I'll show you the best of the city. But first, let's get something to drink. I promised a friend that we'd meet up. After that, you'll have me all to yourself." He brought my hand to his lips and led me to a bar in the outskirts of the city.

"France, you shouldn't leave the awesome me waiting!" A man with silver hair and red eyes was sitting at the bar with a mug in his hand.

"Sorry Prussia, I got a little…distracted."

The other man looked me over carefully. Something about him made me feel uneasy. It was a mixture of anger and a bit of fear. I couldn't understand why. Maybe it was something else from my memories.

"Hmmm, she's not your usual type," he said as he continued to stare at me.

"Oh hon hon, you know everyone is my type."

"There's something a bit familiar about this one. I don't know. Maybe I seized her vital regions at some point."

"Ha! Fat chance! Maybe like in your dreams." I'm not quite sure where that came from. Both France and Prussia were giving me weird looks now. "If you'll excuse me."

I took my bag into the bathroom. I opened it's contents. This was the one that didn't have all the pink clothes. I guess this was better. I didn't want to give either of them the wrong impression, though that may be a bit too late. I didn't like how Prussia had said "not his type."

The only options for clothes were between two neat piles of clothes. I didn't want to mess up the uniform, so I went with the camo pants and black tank top. It was a bit too big, but it was better than the alternative. There was only a hint of the nice aroma that was prevalent on the other.

I stepped out of the bathroom. The friends were waiting for me. I didn't expect their reaction. Prussia spit out the beer he was drinking. He went into a coughing fit. He even fell off the stool. That was a bit overdramatic. France gave a slight frown. I knew the clothes didn't look that amazing on me, but there was no need to be so dramatic about it.

"What the hell! What the hell, France! What kind of slut did you pick up!" Prussia screamed.

"I'm not even sure. She must be some woman to even drag him into adultery."

"Shut up! West would never do that! He can't." He grabbed me tightly by the shoulders.

"How the hell did you steal my brother's clothes!" His eyes were full of confusion and rage. He released me and stated muttering profanities.

Now it was my turn to be confused. "You mean these aren't my clothes?"

"There's only one person who was that complete lack of style, and honey that is not you."

I couldn't help but smile. I was another step closer.

"Why the hell are you so happy? You…you…" Prussia shouted.

"I'm sorry, but you see, I have amnesia. I've been trying to find the rest of my memories. If these clothes belong to your brother, he might know who I am. Please could you take me to him?"

Prussia kept looking at me and then looking away. He was contemplating whether to trust what I had said.

"Fine," he said finally. "I'll take you to Germany. But only because I want to get to the bottom of this. If you've done anything remotely suspicious with my brother, I won't forgive you. You'll disappear, capiche?"

I was terrified. I could neither confirm or deny what I had done. I didn't know who these belonged to. What if it Germany was the one who appeared in my memory? I don't know if I could just disappear from him. But what else could I do? I needed to know the truth. I nodded.

Even though he was still fuming, Prussia stole the other bag from France and headed out the door. I rushed to keep up to him. We traveled silently as we went to find his brother.

We got to the top of a hill surrounded by forest. It was already dark but there was no way we were going to stop. I was getting tired. It looked kind of familiar. Like I had been here before but with someone else, someone who meant so much more to me. I almost didn't notice Prussia stomping down the hill.

"Wait!" I called out. This was the first word between us since we left France at the bar.

He was a little bit surprised. "You can't back out now, we're almost there."

"I mean there's a rope right at your feet." I ran to meet him and gingerly stepped over it. "There's also a pit right here." I pointed to a space a few feet in front of me. How did I know this? Were my memories starting to leak out? Maybe because I was just so tired.

Prussia's eyes narrowed. He picked up his pace. I could now see a house nestled at the bottom. I was starting to get nervous. What if this was the guy from my dreams? France had called him an adulterer. That would mean he was married already. I wringed my hands.

Prussia pounded on the door. After a moment, a tall man with broad shoulders opened. He looked at Prussia and sighed. "Bruder, are you drunk again? You don't live here anymore."

"Oh, I am very much sober West." Prussia moved so his brother could glance at me. He looked really confused.

"Who is she, and why is she wearing my clothes?"

I sighed mostly out of relief. This wasn't the guy in the dreams. I wouldn't be a home wrecker. However, he didn't have a clue who I was. In the end, I had gotten nowhere.