A/N Hi people. I/'m reeeeaally excited about this story and I think its gonna probably be a good one. :)
I hope ya like this chapter! Oh and I'll update often, but there is not going to be a set date.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or the characters :(
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Ugh, bloody alarm. Alice opened her eyes and looked around her little room. Once she had slapped the snooze button and stopped that infuriating beeping, Alice immediately got dressed and readied herself. Soon, she thought, I'll go look for whoever I knew back when I lived here. And find out who left that note...
Alice quickly fixed herself some cereal and headed out at nine thirty. She couldn't help feeling nervous, but she didn't care. Finally, something about my past!
"Alright, I'm just going to drop by quickly. This is going to be fine." England was trying to convince himself to go look for the girl he had seen yesterday. It wasn't going very well. There was something different about her. He couldn't put a finger on it. He'd felt as if he had known her, but it was more important than simply recognizing that fact. Ugh, I'm just stalling. Fine, I will go. With his mind made up, England confidently grabbed his coat and strode out of his home. He walked down his driveway to the edge of the road and turned in the direction of yesterday's meeting place.
Alice's heart sank; she had been waiting near the building where she had seen the guy for nearly an hour, and he hadn't shown up. Well, I should hurry and get to Big Ben to see whoever left that note. She stood up off of the bench and took a last look at the building and the crowd. Nothing. She turned her back and began walking away. She chuckled to herself when she remembered some of the American movies she had watched. Whenever someone was waiting for someone else, they wouldn't find whoever they were looking for and start to leave, but then, the person would show up right before they left. Hmph, well this is real life. Don't be silly. It's not like that would ever-.
"Wait!"
Alice stopped in her tracks. No. Way. Alice spun around to see none other than the man who she had been waiting for. He was panting bit, and lifted his hands from his knees as soon as she turned toward him.
"I...um, saw you yesterday," he started, immediately realizing he had no idea about what he was going to say. Alice recognized his discomfort right away and decided to cut to the chase.
"Did, uh...I saw you and I felt like I knew you. Did that happen to you also?" He nodded, obviously glad that they were getting somewhere.
"Oh, where are my manners? My name is Arthur Kirkland, it's a pleasure to meet you. He extended his right hand to shake, and Alice only hesitated a moment or two solely from surprise before taking it.
"My name is Alice Kirkland! Quite a coincidence, I'd say!" she replied.
"Yes, a coincidence," Arthur agreed, though not sounding completely certain. "Anyway, do you have any idea about how we know each other?"
Alice frowned, saying, "No, I was hoping you would know." They both attempted to remember by bringing up ideas, but gave up a few minutes later when Alice remembered that she had someplace to be. "I have to go! I got a note on my doorstep telling me to meet near Big Ben at eleven o'clock."
"Could I see the note?" Alice took out the piece of paper and handed it over. She felt like she could trust him for some reason.
When he laid his eyes on the note, Alice could see him become more interested. "This writing looks nearly identical to my accomplice's." He looked up from the paper. "You don't know who wrote this?" Alice shook her head no. "Well then," Arthur replied, handing her back the note, "I'd better come with you. I think something is going on."
"Alright," Alice said, glad he was coming along. The two hailed a taxi and rode to Big Ben, quarreling near the end of the drive about who would pay the driver, eventually settling on splitting the bill. They stepped out of the cab and started walking to the clock tower. They didn't have far to go before they heard a shout.
"Hey! Over here!" They saw a girl frantically waving at them from beneath Big Ben. As they got closer, they could see that she was around Alice's age, had an I heart NY shirt on under a bomber jacket, wore shorts and knee-high cowboy boots, and had wavy, shortish blond hair with sea-blue eyes. She had a confident stature and a natural smile. When Arthur and Alice had reached her, she said to Alice, "I'm glad ya showed up!" She had a distinctive southern accent from the United States. " I'm Emily Jones, who are you?"
Arthur looked like he had just been slapped in the face. "You're last name is Jones?!"
"Yup! What's so surprising 'bout that?"
"My, uh, accomplice's name is Alfred F. Jones. And it's not just that: you remind me of him!"
Emily just asked, "Well why do you think I've called you both here? I saw someone yesterday that I know, but I dunno how I know him. He didn't see me, but I had a flashback thingy."
"Could it possibly have been Alfred?" Arthur wondered out loud.
Alice answered, "I wouldn't be surprised."
The American continued, "I saw you, oh, I never got either of your names." Alice and Arthur quickly introduced themselves before Emily resumed. "Okay, then, Alice, I saw you and Arthur have a flashback and I figured that there could be a whole bunch more people that have forgotten something. Oh, did I mention that I lost my memory about a year ago?"
Alice gasped. "That happened to you, too? And at the same time, even?"
Emily looked startled as she replied, "Yah. Dang, that's creepy."
Arthur suggested, "We should talk about this more, but not here."
Emily said, "Where could we go?"
The three thought for a moment before Alice hesitantly suggested, "I suppose we could go to my place. It's just a little motel room that I have been staying in for a few weeks."
Arthur replied, "Brilliant, let's go then!"