Summary: One day, every single nation's personification suddenly and without a warning, disappeared. Now is year 2060 and the World shall meet once again, in Japan's most respected international boarding school, the Hetalia Academy...

Pairings: the main is RussiAmerica, but there will be other pairings at side

Warnings: boy x boy loving, OCs and such

Rated: K+ for now

Genre: romance, angst, comedy, general

A/N: Hello there. Glad to see someone stumbling upon this! Before you take a further look into the story that I write, I must warn you that I may be slow to update at times. If that doesn't bother you as much as it bothers me, then please continue reading. Because, really. What do you have to lose?

--if this world can change--

--to those days when I knew nothing--

--please take me there, so my memories won't fade away--

-Memories by Maki Otsuki

He was in the middle of something that looked like a battle field. There were people, who he assumed to be soldiers, everywhere. Some looked like they were already dead or unconscious, some were still howling and crying with the agony of their wounds. He looked down at himself and he noted that he was clothed with something that he thought was from early 19th century or so. Young man flinched when he saw a rifle in his hands, which were red from blood, his own or somebody else s, he didn't know. At first he considered throwing the weapon away but instead he brought it up and examined it closer. It wasn't that different from the rifles that he had seen on TV, though there was a scratch-

"Alfred!"

His eyes snapped open when he was pulled away from his dream and it took a moment for him to recognize where he was. In front of him he could see through the car's window a nice scenery of a field full of - were those sunflowers?

He felt a bang of something - guilt, fear, longing - deep inside him, though he didn't know why.

Then the young man turned to look at the one who had woken him up from the dream - what was it about again? He shrugged it off.

Like always.

Next to him on the backseat of the car was a boy, as young as himself. He had a golden locks, which slightly curled up at the ends and blue eyes with a glint of something purple-ish behind glasses. It was like he was looking at the mirror. Though, what do you expect, it was his twin brother after all.

"Aww, Matthew," he - Alfred - mumbled and took his glasses off so he could rub his eyes. "Why did you wake me up?"

"You can't sleep through the whole trip, Al," Matthew sighed. "And we'll be there soon."

The younger of them pointed out of the window. Alfred put his glasses back on the bridge of his nose and turned to look at the direction that his brother was pointing at. The field of sunflowers was gone now - like him - and now there are trees and behind them they could see a building. It was their new boarding school, the Hetalia Academy.

Chapter One of Memories

----arrival in the middle of sunflowers----

They stepped out of the car. Alfred took his luggage out of the taxi and glanced up at the building. He had to shield his eyes with his hand when the sun shined brightly from behind the large house. House?! Alfred thought. More like a castle or something.

It truly was a large building. Though it was a boarding school after all - not only there was many classrooms, but dorms for students to stay as well. And it was a well-known and the most respected school in Japan so you shouldn't be waiting for anything else.

Alfred and Matthew's parents had sent them from the United States, which had suffered pretty badly from the third World War. They couldn't afford a proper education for them so they had send them all the way to Japan, which hadn't been part of the war leaving it with few problems.

Figures. He was clever enough to keep himself out of the trouble if not needed-

"Alfred?" Matthew interrupted his thoughts again. Alfred turned to look at his twin brother when the taxi drove off the school yard. They were alone now.

"You're spacing off a lot today, eh," Matthew sighed. "Well, it's a new school after all."

Not just that, though, Alfred thought. Right after - and even before - they had landed on Tokyo, he had felt something strange. Like he was floating.

He had had weird dreams and such before, but the ground he was currently standing on felt so... familiar. It was pretty weird, considering that he had never before been in Japan. Actually he had never before been in any other countries expect States, so it was rather exciting to be there, even if it was just for school and even if he was miles away from civilization.

And something was wrong with that school.

Yes, that school, the humongous building right in front of him.

And again he had that feeling. Like he should remember something, but he didn't. And that irritated him to no end.

"Let's go inside, eh?" Matthew asked and smiled brightly. Why yes, he clearly had gotten that smile from Alfred. Alfred gave an even brighter grin to his brother and his pearly white teeth glittered in sunlight. Pepsodent.

But before they were even close to the large double-doors, one of the doors opened and a very serious looking man stepped outside.

He had seen him so many times earlier, so many times they had fought against each others-

"You must be two of the new students?" The man asked with an accent. He had his blond hair slicked back and very blue eyes finishing off his pale looks.

"Ah, yes, we are..." Matthew started, but Alfred bounced - bounced - to the man and said:

"Yeah, from States! I'm the awesome Alfred F. Jones and this is my not-so-awesome brother Matthew Jones! It's very nice to meet you, whoever-you-are!" Alfred announced, with a high pitch at the end of his sentences and his grin rivaling the sun itself.

Another man just stared at him for a few seconds before glancing at Matthew and then back at Alfred. He coughed.

"...Okay," he said. "My name is Ludwig Weillschmidt. Since you are here already, I'll escort you to the principal's offi-"

"Oh really? Cool! Let's go already!" Alfred said - more like yelled, and went inside, looking around him like an excited child who had just been given a chance to roam freely at an unknown house.

"...Is he always like that?" The man named Ludwig asked, glancing at Matthew. Latter sighed.

"Yes," Matthew said and smiled a little. "He's not that bad when you learn to know him, though."

He truly always was like that, never changing, like the sun shining upon us-

"Anyways, are you something like student council president or..?" Matthew then asked from the another man.

"Well, my Vati - I mean, Father, is this school's vice principal, so I sometimes run errands for him..." Ludwig told Matthew and gestured him to step inside too. Matthew did and they followed Alfred, who was, surprisingly, going into right direction, "And student council's president hasn't been chosen yet, seeing that school year started just over two weeks ago."

"Oh, so you choose every year a new president, eh?" Matthew asked. Ludwig nodded and suddenly raised his voice at Alfred's direction:

"Hey that's wrong direction! Turn right, right!"

Matthew laughed quietly when Alfred's head peaked from behind the corner and they could hear a quiet:

"Ehh?? But this way it looks so interesting, you know! In what direction is right anyways?"

Ludwig felt like face-palming himself. How could anyone be so... stupid?

Well, he always was a pretty unique nati--

"Just stay there where you are, okay?" Ludwig told Alfred and the latter nodded and straightened his back and nearly raised his right hand to his forehead to do a mock military salutation when he suddenly just... didn't feel like doing it. It somehow felt so wrong and distant but yet so right and familiar. It was a very weird feeling to say at least.

But then something caught his eye. At end of the corridor which was going to go at first, there was a boy looking out of the window. He seemed pretty tall and he had a creamy white scarf on his shoulders along with his school uniform. His white hair shined in sunlight-

When he looked up, he could see that so white hair shining in too bright sunlight, the purple eyes looking down at him, the corners of his lips curling up in triumph and satisfaction.

"So," the man asked with an innocent, childish voice, from what Alfred knew that behind it was threat, 'you've lost, don't try anything, I own you'...

"What does it feel like, to be under my command, dear Ame-"

"Al, you're spacing off again," he suddenly heard Matthew saying. Alfred sighed and shook his head to clear the image from his brain cells. It couldn't leave; that cruel face looking down at him...

What the hell was that? Alfred thought and looked at the large windows. The boy was gone and through the window he could see a field of sunflowers.

Sunflowers.

"We're going to leave you behind, you know," Matthew's voice interrupted him again. Alfred turned around and saw that his brother and Ludwig were already far away, walking down the other corridor.

"What?!" Alfred yelled and started to run towards them. "Wait for the awesome meee~!"

From behind the corner, purple eyes followed the American, who was now wildly flailing his arms and yelling at the other two to wait for him.

His golden hair was so bright when he sat at the other side of the small table. Those eyes, blue as sky, glanced at him, waiting for an answer.

"So?" He asked, his still so young voice filled with curiousness and impatience. "Which one is it?"

Other one only kept smiling.

Why would it be that that American was so familiar to him, with some weird and twisted way? He seemed pretty interesting, seeing how idiotic and boisterous he was.

Fun to break.

He smirked. This school year would be fun.

"Брат?" Someone suddenly asked. Man turned to look behind him. He saw a young woman, with long white hair and an icy look in her eyes.

"Ah, Nataliya," man said and smiled a little, though he took a wary step away from her.

"...Are you going to stalk that idiot?" The woman with a name of Nataliya asked.

"Why would I stalk anyone?" He asked innocently. He was tempted to add it's your job, but didn't.

Nataliya shrugged and turned away to leave. When she disappeared behind the corner, man's smile died and he glanced at the corridor where three men were just a moment ago. Now, it was empty. He smiled and turned his back to follow his sister.

"Hey, wasn't those the Northern American brothers?" A man with a childish smile and brown hair asked the another. He was looking out of the window, down at the school yard. Another man, with long blond hair and serious face, stepped next to him and looked at the direction that another is pointing him.

"Yes," the blond said. "Alfred F. Jones and Matthew Williams. Also known as-"

"Yeah yeah, I know!" Another interrupted and waved his hand to dismiss it. Blond frowned.

"I wonder if they know already," brown haired man muttered.

"That would be unexpected," serious one told him.

"I know," another sighed, "but you can always hope. Hey isn't that some of those Europeans? You know, the one who was pretty familiar with Americans and such?"

And they looked down, out of the window, when another taxi drove on the yard.

--the end of chapter one of "memories"

A/N: Thank you for reading and please tell me what you think about it so far via review!

(Russian) Брат, brat = "brother"