(I don't own the Hetalia franchise. Also, this chapter is kind of long, but I hope you enjoy it! My updates aren't going to be as frequent after this update so I'll try for once a week. Thank you to those who leave messages and keep me going. Remember to stick around as questions build on and new nations are found! Love you mean it! Enjoy!)

"Hey Amelia you can't stay in there forever" America knocked at the guest bedroom door.

It's been two days since she moved in and yet she hasn't spoken a word. She hasn't even left the bedroom. America scorned himself for giving her a room with its own bathroom, but she hasn't eaten.

"I know you're hungry! I'm hungry! We're both hungry, so let's go get something to eat. Five Guys on me?" For the last few days America's tried to keep his normally vibrant and proud voice/personality to a minimum in hopes that it'll make him more inviting to talk to, but nothing.

"Come on don't make me start singing Frozen. I will if you don't open the door! Imagine hours and hours of music Amelia. Is that the life you really want to live?"

There was a silence, a shuffle, and then the door unlocked but she didn't come out. He opened the door and peered inside. Amelia was sitting at the edge of the bed staring at the wall. She was still wearing her clothes from four days ago: a green blouse that was no longer tied up and a short green skirt with a brown belt. Her bomber jacket was still on but her long white tube socks where balled up against the wall. She had thrown them.

"Um, you good dude?"

She paused and didn't look back. "You may take me to Five Guys if you have different clothes for me to wear."

This was the first time America had heard her speak since they were in the detention facility. It took him a minute to realize her proposal, but when he did he nearly gave the loudest "yahoo!" one would've ever heard.

"Ok ok hold on a sec I'm sure there's something around here that fits you." America ran out of the room in an excited tizzy.

He ran into his room and started rummaging through his cabinets for any kind of ladies wear, but there wasn't anything.

"Damn my ace ass. No girl has left clothes here because a girl has never been here." He thought to himself. "Maybe there's something in the storage room."

He ran to the storage room, making a mental note to try and clean it later on. "Hey America what's going on?" Amelia went into the storage room with him, bags hanging from her eyes.

"I'm trying to find some clothes for you!" America replied, opening a dusty old chest that hadn't been open in years.

"Anything in here will be totally outdated dude."

"What do you want to go shopping or something? Because I don't."

"Selfish prick" Amelia sighed.

"Aha!" America screamed as he pulled out a rather well kept dress from the 1800s.

It was huge and poufy with a flannel pattern on the entirety of it. There was also a corset in the chest, a bonnet, and an apron.

Amelia looked at it in horror. She knew that dress, but she also knew that America didn't know the dress. But if they stuck around looking at it, something in his head might switch and cause a memory recall. She looked around the room and realized that there were probably more relics from the past in here that would now trigger something in him.

"Take me clubbing!" She shouted.

She was going to distract him from the past with what they had in this modern world.

"Lol what? I haven't gone clubbing in years man."

"Neither have I! I've spent the last few years living in a house in the middle of fucking nowhere hanging up clothes. I'm ready to get out there and do something with these modern kids."

"Eh I don't know…"

"What are you an old man? Come on it's not like you can lose me in the crowds" she motioned to her cusps and tight tracker bracelets.

America smiled. "You know what? Yeah, let's go clubbing!"

"Nice! What jazz place are we going to?"

"Wait…when did you say the last time you went clubbing was?"

"1928"

"Dude…"

"What?"

"We got to get you out more. Come on!" He put the dress back in the chest and ran out, grabbing Amelia's hand and pulling her outside to his car. "Let's get something to eat then we're having the best night of our lives. You know, if you can handle it" he joked.

"You're looking at one of World War Two's Night Witches. I think I can handle a night with you."

"Weren't they Russian?"

"Yeah but Anya and I" Amelia paused. She was getting carried away. She couldn't do that or else she might trigger something.

This was war, and every move she makes could push a hair pin trigger. She looked at America and, in that moment, declared war mentally. She was going to win, and she was going to get away and figure out what that Grieves guy was really up to. She was the hero who was going to free everyone again and keep their secrets secret.

"Hey so, I know you go by Amelia and all, but like, what did you go as before the whole brain drain thing?"

She thought for a second. Would this trigger something? "I was Ms. America, but you just got to be America. I changed my name when I…left." This was a lie, she had always been Amelia and he had always been Alfred to her, but America to everyone else.

"Bummer dude that sucks. And I didn't do anything about it?"

"Listen I just want to enjoy the ride is that okay?"

"Just trying to find the puzzle pieces to whatever's going on. Hey so what's the deal with that Grieves guy? What a creep!"

"Oh my God I know! Like, he reminds me of the one HOA guy whose trying to play dictator and gets angry when your trash cans are too close to the street."

"Haha yeah and then he doesn't say anything he just writes you up or passive aggressively brings it up at the next meeting."

"Right?"

They made it to the outlet where America dragged her up to the food court and bought her a big 'ol burger which, to her request, was a double cheese patty all the way with a side of fries and a shake.

"You know it took me forever to figure out that Five Guys has milkshakes?" America joked as he took a bite into his burger.

"No kidding? See, I was always a McDonald's kind of girl. They didn't have a Five Guys anywhere near where I lived.

"Dude that blows."

"Hell yeah it did." Amelia wiped her face. "But it was nice"

Amelia finished her burger, balled up the tinfoil that carried it, and threw it at the trash can. "Koby!" She said as it flew.

It missed.

"Get wrecked loser" America joked.

"Shut up Alfred!" She punched him in the arm, but immediately recoiled when she realized what she had done.

"Huh? What?" America asked.

"N…nothing. Come on I want to get something nice to wear if you're going to take me out on the town."

"Y-yeah sure" America said back suspiciously.

They started to walk around and looked around, and as they did the vibe became freer flowing. They talked about super heroes and stereotypes and whether or not a pirate could beat up a cowboy. And, at some point, for just a moment, Amelia felt like she was with an old family member again. All the pain of her life suddenly seemed to vanish as they joked and laughed like siblings who lived far from each other.

"Hey try this one on." America ran up to a sparkling red dress with translucent sleeves.

She grabbed the dress and went into the dressing room, taking off her bomber jacket and then unbuttoning her green blouse. She took it off and stopped, looking at herself in the mirrors that covered each wall. Her back was covered in scars of various sizes, mostly faded but still prominent. She looked at the dress, the back of it was shaped like a V and had straps going across it. If she wore it, America would see her scars and that would definitely trigger something. There was also the tattoo that covered up part of her back.

"Well come on!"

"I…I don't think this dress is for me." Amelia stuttered.

"Did you even put it on?"

"It doesn't work"

"Just let me see! Come on Amelia!"

"No!"

There was a silence. "Ok." America replied back solemnly. "I'll go try and find something else."

Amelia sighed and looked at her back, thinking about that day when she and Madeline had been separated. She looked at her skin, thinking about how fair it was compared to what it originally was when she and her brother were children.

"Hey America are you back yet?" Amelia peeked out the dressing room and took a step out clothed.

He had been gone for quite some time by now. She walked around the store looking for him until she finally saw him outside the store talking on his phone. She went to walk to him to ask him what the hell happened when…

"Why does Grieves want us all to meet if it's just three people?"

"Well shit man what about Amelia?"

"Why don't I just bring her with me then?"

"What? Hold on what? Don't hang up on me England hey!"

"what an asshole" America sighed as he put his phone back into his pocket.

He turned around to go back into the store but was startled by the surprise presence of a scowling Amelia.

"What was that about?"

"It…it was nothing."

"Bullshit what's going on?"

America sighed. "They found three more of your friends and we have to have a meeting to meet them. Something about helping out memory recall. Plus if Italy, Germany, and Romano don't want to take them in, they need others on standby to do it."

Amelia stiffened. This isn't fair. This sucks. This blows! "How could you be so nonchalant about this?"

"Well, I don't know how to feel I guess, but we have to go tonight."

"Don't you ever get tired of this? Of constantly feeling the burdens of the nation weighing down on how you eat and sleep and feel? Doesn't it bother you that your free will is tied to what one damn guy is doing in the White House? Don't you get tired of being a puppet to represent a God damn landmass? Don't you ever ask why we exist and what our purpose is?"

America paused. "Nah I'm too lazy to think about that kind of stuff, but I guess lazing around for a hundred years gave you ample time to think about it."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"IT means that you had a responsibility like me at some point, but then you left me to deal with all the stupid crap." America didn't know why his temper was getting so hot, but this kind of fight just felt familiar.

"What?" The two were starting to draw in stares. "You have no idea what kind of bull crap I dealt with when I lived with you! Do… do you think this was just "stupid crap!""

She took off her bomber jacket and, because her shirt was tied up high, America could see a damning number of scars and cuts on her back as well as a tattoo of a feather on the lower left corner. And suddenly, like an explosion, his head started to fog as some new found memory took its place.

He sat down dazed. "Eughhhh" he moaned.

Amelia had let her temper get the best of her, and she watched the fruits of her failure right there as America sat on the ground, clutching his forehead.

She lost the war.

"I demand you leave my land immediately!" Awenasa shouted as the men came rumbling on their horses into her small tribe.

In her hand was a bow and on her back was a wicker quiver full of arrows. Next to her were her fellow tribe members, ready to fight off these invaders who had come for no reason other than to burn their homes down and run them out.

They came closer and closer, muskets and sword in hand. Awenasa knew the day would come; they had taken her brother many years ago and she hadn't seen him since. But they wouldn't take her and they wouldn't hurt the men and women who had taken her in as their own.

There was a cry as arrows went flying and the horses came stampeding into their land. Men everywhere were shouting as muskets were fired and swords were swiftly swiped.

Awenasa was quick on her feet. She shot one arrow and it went through the chest of an aged man. He fell off of his horse and was trampled. She saw as one man set a home on fire, the sound of a crying child inside.

"No!" Awenasa shouted.

She ran into the burning hutch and saw the baby on a buffalo skin mat crying. The smoke was filling the air quickly. She grabbed the child and ran out to see that every home was now burning and the men on horses were rampaging through.

"No...no! No, no no!" Awenasa ran into the chaos with the child in hand, but she was being eyed by two white men.

Both were young, but one was much younger than the other. The began to ride to her, closing in as she ran until they cut her off.

She suddenly felt a piercing pain across her back as someone sliced their sword across it, leaving a long vertical gash. She cried out and fell to her knees, the baby in her hands still. She looked up with horror as a familiar face got off of the horse.

"Degataga? What's happened to you?" She asked as her brother, now paler than he once was, took a step to her.

"Alfred, she isn't your sister anymore. Not until you say so." The man behind her said.

"W...what have you done? You've westernized yourself? What about our people? Don't you want to fight for them? These people raised us and you turn your back on us for the white man?"

"It's not like that! I just..."

"Get away from me!" Awenasa lashed out at him with an arrow in her hand and the baby crying in the other.

"Alfred. Take her down. If you want her back in your life you have to prove it" said the man as he threw Alfred a whip.

"What? No! I won't do that to her!"

"Degataga stop this twisted man! Come back and fight for our people!"

"I can't! England treats me like a son I can't just abandon him now."

"Degataga!"

"Alfred do it!"

"Degataga stop this!"

Awenasa felt the blood in her back wound flowing out and dripping onto the ground. It hurt so much she couldn't move.

Alfred do it now! Or so help me I'll do it!" The man took the whip and CRACK. CRACK. CRACK CRACK CRACK.

Alfred watched in horror as his sister's back was mutilated by the general. She cradled the baby the entire time in fear that something would happen to it.

"Stop this general! Stop it!" Alfred shouted as he pushed the general over onto the ground.

He turned to his sister. "I'm so sorry Awenasa. Please, just come with me and I can help you!"

She looked up. "Get away!" She smacked him across the face, her nails clawing in.

That was the last bit of angry strength she could muster up until she collapsed, the baby still cradled against her, crying for its mother.

Awenasa woke up in a cabin bed, her body wrapped up in bandaging and cloths. Her long dark hair was tangled in her hands. Pain went all over her body, but she showed nothing on the outside. She saw her brother sitting next to her bed as well as a nurse who put down a glass of water on the bedside counter.

Hey, how are you doing?" She didn't answer.

Alice and Arthur are going to be here in a little bit to meet you finally. I've told them all about you over the years. I'm so glad we're going to finally catch up!" Alfred wasn't fazed. He spoke selfishly like nothing was wrong.

She gave no answer.

"I'm sorry. The general is really something else."

She gave no answer.

"Please, say something to me. It's been years. Aren't you happy to see me?"

Awenasa turned. "Traitor."

It would be years until she could finally speak to him as though he were more than just a monster. It would be years until she would go by her new Christian name Amelia. But, no matter the years, no matter how light her skin became and how fair her hair grew, she would never forget the day her brother stole her away from her life and westernized her.

America looked up at Amelia who was sitting next to him, twiddling her thumbs and looking around the mall. He wanted to touch her face. The world didn't feel real, the only real thing he could feel being the guilt which twisted his heart.

"Amelia"

She said nothing.

"A...Awenasa"

She flinched. "Over the next few days you'll remember things that correlated with whatever you remembered. Have fun, ALFRED."

America sighed. "I'm sorry for what I've done, but that's in the past. I want to be your friend again. I want to be your family."

Amelia stood up. "We have to go meet the new captives right? Lets go." She hated Alfred in that moment, but she hated herself more for giving him a key to remembering the moments leading up to his memory wipe.