A Note Before I Begin, I was chatting on Omegle with a random person. This story is narrated by England/Arthur. which is "You" | "Stranger" is America/Alfred. ( I share 1/2 Credit with this person who actually started the story, but she logged off before actually telling me her name ._.)
( I do not own Hetalia! <3 -sadly- )
Let's Begin!~~
Stranger: Alfred looked around puzzled. this wasn't his room, however it was faintly familiar. The bed was much larger than the one he'd fallen asleep in. this bed was a 4 post bed with light blue curtains all the way around the bed was also made of light wood. Alfred slipped out of the curtains the room was big with a large antique wardrobe that matched the wood of the bed, it had a mirror and a few drawers. when Alfred looked close he was that it had little bears painted on it. on the other side of the room next to a window was a blue box with the alphabet written on it in gold. slowly Alfred stepped out onto the hardwood floor noticing he had on an old knee length nightshirt he hadn't wore that since the 1700's.
You: "What have I done.." I looked at my hands. I was not alone in my house. I was occupied by Alfred...which was not known mutually. I'm sitting in the kitchen cooking scones for him. But he has not awoke. I wondered if he knew this place from what he can remember when he was mine...
You: I hear a creak in the wood floor... America I call, but I receive no answer.
Stranger: Alfred stood looking around walking to the window"...why do i feel like i've been here before...." he looked around "it...feels like home." Alfred hears someone call a name but pauses he doesn't recognize the name "could that be...my name?" he wondered heading down stairs
You: I hear him come downstairs..what will I say to him? Tell him that's its OK? My love doesn't know and neither do i..........I decide to call him around a few minutes later after I see him dart across my living room tinkering with one of his toy soldiers he had left behind for me to despair over for years.
You: I sigh.. I need to brace myself for his nonacceptance. He will never love me.
Stranger: Alfred looked at the toy looking it over then turned seeing Arthur"....who are you?" he asked walking closer "better question do you know who i am?"
You: My heart drops. I know I found him lying in the pub's bathroom passed out.. Had he injured himself. I clear my throat.. "Yes I do... you're America. or you often can be called by Alfred......I'm you're.....-what should i say, i think-...England. I run to embrace him, but he just stares at me. I feel depressed all over again, and I slump to the floor. Now he'll definitely never love me.. surely he will leave me again.
Stranger: he looked at him slowly hugging him back "Eng-land?"
You: My eyes light up...I burst out crying... Is that recognition? Is that love? I don't care... He ... knows me..
You: "America... do you remember me? Anything at all, love?"
Stranger: he looked at him closely "I remember...Arthur...does that mean anything?"
You: I suppress a wide smile... "Yes, yes it does. My name can also be Arthur, I'm fine with both of my names." Of everything...he remembers me? A sudden weight dawned on my shoulders... What will happen to him if he can't remember anything?? I fall into his arms.. directing him onto my couch. He stares a while without saying anything. What have I have to say? Do I tell him my feelings? Do...I let him...go?
Stranger: Alfred tilts hid head then smiled "I used to live with you when i was younger right?"
You: My breath stops. I look up at his dazzling white grin.. "Yes.. yes you did...." I hide my face in his shirt and wait for anything...just wait to hear him speak a word.. anything. Oh, god... I love him so...does he know that, though? I wish...
You: I wish.. he forgets the hate.. the pain. I wish he could recognize me for me. He's always been able to see right through me.. is it possible he does so now? Does he understand?
Stranger: Alfred looked at him smiled and started talking about memories asking if they where right all of them where memories of him and Alfred all of them happy memories after a while he stopped the tears running down his face "I-I can't remember anything else...a-all i remember is you Arthur..."
You: My heart did a full 360. He...doesn't remember anything...but he remembers me...no..he remembers us. I tell him to go eat.. to take a drink of tea. I sit near him..watching him in his old nightgown, the only thing I had for him to change into.
You: I didn't have the heart to tell him what gap had become between us.
You: I love him...and I'm afraid he will hate me more when all of his memories flood back
Stranger: Alfred looked up "...you found me at a pub? I had gotten into a fight right?"
You: "Yes.. yes I did. I'm not sure of the circumstances as to why you were lying on the floor..."
Stranger: "I remember that..." he frowned "I had been talking to someone about wanting to tell you something-that i loved you...and some drunk homophobes jumped me...5 or 6 of them..."
You: I burst into tears....... "Y-Y-You....Love me? I-I've been trying to tell you that I love you too... I have always loved you....do you know who those people who hurt you?" I started to cry again..both of sadness and joy.
Stranger: Alfred hugged him "It doesn't matter...I have you....that all I need, Arthur...all I need is you."
You: I love you...kept echoing my head.
You: "I never wanted you to leave.... a-a-are you going to leave me again America?"
You: "Promise me you wont...?"
Stranger: "No...no," he whispered, crying "not unless you make me."
Stranger: "I never want to leave you."
You: I just rested my head on his shoulder. I hugged him for god knows how long.. I-I never heard him say these words to me...even when he was small. I fell asleep for a moment and before I could tell him more, he slid his hand across my shoulder and I knew that i didn't need to say more ... I just wanted to utter 3 more words until he spoke again and that was "I love you."
You: A few hours later when I awoke.. I saw him staring at me. Had this been a dream?
Stranger: Alfred smiled "Arthur you up man? You sure did get drunk last night." Alfred said handing him an aspirin
You: My heart dropped.....it was a dream wasn't it? I see that he was still in the nightgown... so does that me he recovered a bit of his memory while i was asleep?
You: "America......?"
Stranger: "Hey you OK? i brought you back to your place. You started crying in your sleep, you OK?"
You: "No... I need to tell you something America.."
You: "America............." tears welled in my eyes...
Stranger: Alfred looked at him "Dude I-i didn't upset you about what I said last night did I?..." he frowned "Y-You know it's OK if you don't feel the same...I-i mean it is...I just had to tell you I...I loved you...."
You: Hope shot through me like a lightning bolt, "America..... I love you too... I-I always have.." This time I actually felt him hold me in his arms.....why didn't I remember what happened? Did I get drunk?
You: I saw a few glasses of half drunk ale.. I suppressed a smile.. Yes..and my hopes still came true...
You: "America...." I started but I couldn't think of what to say.
Stranger: Alfred looked at him teary eyed before leaning in and kissing him desperately
You: A shock bolted through me..
You: My mind was whirling and whirling..
You: I tried to tell him everything.....but I couldn't. My lips were occupied by America...
