And It All Falls Down // Hetalia // Working Title

Chapter 2

"What do you remember?"

England was sitting in the doctor's office the day after he had gotten out. He'd requested to talk to someone about what had happened. Maybe they would break and tell him.

"Nothing."

"I can't help you, if you can't remember a thing. You don't remember things before the accident?"

"Well, of course."

"Well, what do you remember?"

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(A/N: I don't know how many chapters I will do with this, but the next few will just be England remembering things. I'm so annoying, I know. These will be in England's POV and he may state some things you already know, such as saying things in his head like, "I'm Arthur Kirkland.")

"Who are you?"

"Arthur. Arthur Kirland."

Kumajiro tilted his head, then nodded. Where did Canada find a polar bear at?

"Uh, sorry England. He asks that to everyone, especially me."

Kumajiro turned around. "So, who am I then?"

"U-Um... Kimajuro?"

Kumajiro shook his head, then gave me a look.

"Sorry again, Matthew. I didn't mean to mistake you for Alfred."

"I know. It's fine. I'm used to it."

I smiled at him. "Family members do look alike."

Canada nodded. "But your brothers don't look like you."

"Scotland? Wales? The Ireland twins? We look pretty alike. At least I think. We all have the same green eyes, and the same eyebrows."

"Well, yeah, but you're pretty different."

"Personality-wise, yes. But on the outside, I've always seen us as carbon copies of one another."

"Okay."

"Yep."

Awkward silence.

"Well, I better get home then... The real Alfred is probably waiting..."

Canada smiled. "Okay. Nice talking to you."

"You as well."

We said goodbye and headed our separate ways.

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Now I remembered my brothers. In all of the chaos of the last two days I'd forgot I had a family.

Scotland, Wales, North Ireland and South Ireland.

Apparently they looked the same as me.

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I remember a cop car.

I remember my brother, South Ireland, getting in it.

"What is this for?" I asked. I had just gotten home.

"Your brother has been found on many charges of illegal drug possession and abuse. We're gonna have to take him into custody."

Ireland looked at me through the window. He looked stoned.

I shot him a dirty look. Why couldn't he just behave?

"Were you aware of this?"

"What? No. He would come home looking stoned and I would ask him if he was into drugs, but he never told me anything. And his room was empty, just a mattress on the floor, with nothing under it or in it."

"Okay. Thank you."

"You're welcome, officer."

I felt like I knew South Ireland was going to crumble.

Ireland just wasn't serious about himself. And not in a humble way. He was actually quite selfish. But he never looked out for himself.

I felt guilty for thinking this.

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I can remember the house now.

I was right about the handrail changing sides. In everything I thought of, it was on the right. But now it was on the left.

And I realized my room was missing a music box from when I was young.

Where could these things have gone?

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(A/N: Sorry for the baby chapters. I'm going to post more than one of them, to make up for the lack of chapter.)