Remember Me: A Hetalia Fanfic

Chapter 6

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Sarah's POV:

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The fact that Canada had thought I was a country did explain a few simple things, like the curl and the fact that maybe my parents didn't want to claim me after being diagnosed with amnesia. If I was a country, I would most likely not have parents around anymore anyways.

The information of countries being people when I has just awaken of memory-loss would have probably given me a heart attack. But it didn't explain my amnesia, which by the way, I still hadn't completely rid of.

I thought about this as I sat on a super comfy couch still at America's house. I was dressed in my short pajama shorts and a tank top as I sipped my iced coffee.

Ever since I had confirmed the existence of the countries, my mind seemed to tell me who to be friendly with and who to avoid. By doing this, I had received more constant headaches...no, migraines.

When I got the phone call last night about my sister, my head started throbbing in pain. The beginning of my migraine.

The light hurt, and the sound of my foster parent's voice killed my head. Sure, I was also upset about my sister, but when things took place with a 'family' member in the hospital, I was usually chill about it.

The main reason I was crying, though, was because of the headache. I mean, sure, I was upset about what happened to my sister, but still.

The reason I had asked Canada to come with me was not because of my concern to my sister (she didn't really care about me at all, she just acted like she did in front of people, so I returned the favor), but the fact that if I had to be hospitalized for the severe headaches, I would rather be with a Canadian. Admit it, we all know that American health care sucks.

Before I knew it, my headache slowly returned.

Stay away from Germany, he's bad news, but stay closer to America because you two are supposed to be close!

I clutched my head as thoughts like these came into my mind.

Were they true?

Was Germany bad news?

Were America and I supposed to be close?

Since I just couldn't consider any of these statements true, I tried to tune them out of thought.

Without realizing at first, the full-force headache caused tears to stream down my face.

What was wrong with me?

I never cried like this.

The others must have thought that I was just sensitive.

I went over to the refrigerator in search of caffeine, and successfully pulled out a Pepsi.

I sipped it quickly.

It only helped a little bit.

Trying to find any kind of medicine to cure this awful migraine, I went to peek through the cabinets.

And sure enough, after about twenty minutes of searching, I had become victorious.

I took the full dosage of the tablets and sat back down on the couch.

The migraine was slowly fading away.
I clutched my head, when something caught my eye.

A blue spark.

It had seemed to be coming out of my hand.

"Maybe I'm just hallucinating," I told myself aloud, mostly to reassure myself.