A/N Hey everyone! Okey, I know the first chapters have been really short, but I'll try to make them longer from now on. :)

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Disc: I do not own Hetalia sadly

"You just take that back now, frog!"

"Why would I, black sheep?"

France continued smirking which, of course, only annoyed England further. Everything was in turmoil, but that was usually how the World Meetings would go. England, disgusted, turned away from the nation who was attempting to enrage him further by chanting, "black sheep of Europe! Black sheep of Europe!" America was sitting with his feet on the table, holding a hamburger in one hand and laughing his excessively loud laugh as he surveyed the chaos. Japan was sitting quietly near Italy, who was frantically waving his white flag and clinging to an irritated Germany. Romano was throwing tomatoes and swearing at Spain, who just looked amused.

"Everyone SHUT UP!" The room immediately became silent as each nation turned to look at Germany, who had escaped Veneziano's grip and had stood up at the head of the table. "I guess we have not gotten anywhere once again, so we will try again next week. Dismissed."

England sighed and gathered up his things, slipping on his jacket. Once again, he thought, we have wasted a meeting with all of our quarreling. He didn't have far to travel like the others, for this particular meeting had taken place in London. As he stepped out of the building, he looked into the crowd of people bustling about. His eyes immediately caught onto one person in particular. She looked to be a few years younger than England (well, his human age). She had long blonde hair in two pigtails and was taking everything in around her as if she had never seen anything as amazing as a busy London street, but the strangest thing was that England recognized her. Where have I seen her before? She looks so familiar! Suddenly, she stopped walking as if realizing she was being watched. Turning to look in the direction of the nation, their bright green eyes locked. In a split second, they both knew that they had forgotten something important. Where had they seen each other? No more than a few seconds later, the girl turned away, embarrassed, and continued walking. England was in a daze, questions running through his mind. When America came up from behind him and dropped his hand on his shoulder shouting, "WHAT'S UP BRO?!" England nearly jumped out of his skin.

"AMERICA YOU IDIOT! Do not EVER do that again!"

"Alright, alright Iggy," he responded, chuckling. "So what were you lookin' at? You were just like staring off into space."

"I-." he started, but then realized the American wouldn't take anything he said remotely seriously. England sighed and said, "I was just thinking about the best route to take." With that, he turned on his heel and hurried home, leaving the American staring after him, puzzled at his reactions. America shrugged and started heading his own way, but he couldn't forget the way England had acted, and he was worried, even if he wouldn't admit it.

Alice flung herself onto the tiny bed of her cheap motel room. What the Hell?! She propped herself up on her elbows and flipped onto her back. Whichever way she thought about it, she couldn't convince herself that she was being silly. She definitely knew him. But from where? It wasn't like she lived here. Then it hit her. It's obvious! From before I lost my memory! We must have known each other when I was living here. Alice smiled now that she had a reasonable answer. But she still wondered about the guy she had seem. He had had short blonde hair, emerald green eyes, and large eyebrows. He had seemed just as confused as she was. "Now that I think about it, he looked a lot like me," Alice muttered to herself. She sat up. "Could I see him again? I need to ask him about how I had known him."

At that moment, she heard a loud knock on the door. By the time she had made her way to the door and peered through the peep hole, there was no one there. She opened the door and saw a small piece of paper on the ground. She picked it up and brought it back inside the room, noticing that it looked like it had been quickly torn out of something and written in a hurry. It read: Meet at Big Ben tomorrow at 11. Look for me! "Oh god," Alice said to herself, face-palming. "How am I supposed to look for someone I don't know?"

Nonetheless, Alice decided that she would follow the advice of the note with caution. She went back into her room and wondered about her previous life, the note, and the man with green eyes and bushy eyebrows.