"How am I your daughter?"

"I don't really know."

"How could you not know?!"

"I-I just don't, it's all hazy."

I placed my hands on my hips.

"Were you drunk?"

"N-no!"

"Then how?"

"It's like someone is blocking the memory, I-I don't know!", Canada said in a flustered tone.

I had so many more questions, but we all boarded the helicopter. We were flying to Ontario and staying the night there until the next day when we would fly to New York. Everyone seemed to be in good spirits.

Everyone except me.

Who was I? Really?

Was Mari Mendell merely a thought put in my mind?

Who was Mari Edward Williams?

And why did we all forget her?

England wrapped a hand in mine as we took to the air again. I gave him an affection little squeeze, which he returned. Arthur's clover green eyes held a happy light to them.

At least I had something I knew was real.

-a few hours later-

We landed at the airport. We then had a black SUV come pick us up. It drove us to a street that Matthew owned three houses on that he had bought for guest to stay in. He really was a thoughtful person. Germany was staying at a special hospital with Italy so France took a house, America took one, and England and I. I changed into a pair of cleanish jeans and a tank top.

"Thanks... dad.", I said to Matthew. The words sounded so foreign on my tongue. Canada blushed and said nothing. Hand in hand, Arthur and I explored the house. It was quite spacious, but there was only one bedroom. England said we could share it but my reply was to playfully kick him and say

"Hell to the no."

I signed him up for sleeping on the couch duty.

Rain began to slowly hit the windows.

A few hours later, I remembered something. By that time, it was completely storming outside.

England could do magic, right?

If my memories had been hidden by magic, it could be brought back that way. Or, at least that's how it happens in movies and books. But this was neither a movie nor a book. Or, at least I hoped so. How creepy would it be to have someone controlling your life through typing it?

I confronted Arthur with my idea.

"Mari, love, it's very dangerous.", he said while looking up from the copy of Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire that he had borrowed from Matthew.

"Please...", I begged him. I folded my hands into a prayerful position.

"Please. Please. Please", I asked.

"I'll try.", Arthur said reluctantly. He solemnly got up and placed his light, cold fingers against my temple. Memories surged through my mind, rapidly. I could tell they were my own, yet, it was of a life I could not remember experiencing. Suddenly the scenes stopped on one particular. It was me and America, holding hands.

"I love you.", he murmured.

The memory-Mari wrapped her hands around his waist.

"You know my answer already."

Her lips crashed against his.

The memory faded out, like a camera lens un-focusing.

Tears slid down Arthur's face.

"Get out.", he said softly.

"Arthur, I-", I began to say but he interrupted me.

"It's over. Get out.", he said forcefully while pointing a finger at the door.

"Now!", England's voice cracked with anguish.

I flung open the door and stepped out in the storming rain. I heard the lock click behind me.

Within a few seconds, I was soaked. My tears slid down my face and hit the pavement, mingling with the rain water. I sunk to my knees.

"DAMN YOU, ARTHUR KIRKLAND!"

I got up slowly, letting tears flow freely down my face. The world seemed to be crashing down around me. There was only one place I could go. I walked a few paces and rung the doorbell. Alfred answered. He was only wearing a pair of plaid pajama pants, but I was to out of it to gawk. America could tell what was wrong the minute he saw me. He spread his arms wide and enveloped me in a hug. I buried my face in his chest, sobbing. Alfred stroked my hair.

"Shh. It's okay, Mari. I won't ever let him hurt you again."

Long chapter, I know. But (hopefully) a good one. I worked super hard on it. Please leave me some comments and votes! I'm nearing the end of this book, but there will be a sequel! I've already decided the title of it...

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It's called Searching, a Hetalia Fan Fic.

Who ever can guess what the last book in the trilogy shall be called gets a prize! So comment and vote , my fellow countries! Also, if you noticed, I broke the 4th wall. Keseseses