I have checked the chapters. I have changed the third chapters. That was really embarrassing. I will not update when sleepy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia and anything with copyright. I own the plot and the dialogues. No story in is used as a reference.

Warnings: Soft homoerotica, violence, and some crap normal people won't do.

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Iggy's curiosity and determination led him to go and meet this person he believed he could find in Hazardous Tech. As he went, he got to meet someone named Ludwig Beilschmidt who helped him go around.

With Ludwig's help, he found the woman named Lien Chung, but she failed to recognize the amnesiac. However, he found out Ludwig was the one who knew him, and yet he refused to talk to Iggy about his lost identity.

The day continued with Alfred and Iggy continuing towards the amusement park to find the man with the drinks. Along the way, they seem to get a bit intimate which also added to what Iggy had even just for a bit.

Second day of search continued, and he should be ready for one of his biggest discoveries.

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Light started to coat the room as the clock ticked seven in the morning. A golden-haired male just drew the curtains to let the light in. His hair was still messy, and he was only wearing a disheveled shirt reaching half his thighs. He walked towards the bed, running his hands to feel the person underneath the sheets. He then mounted the bed and sat on the legs of the person lying down.

A light frown came to his face as he pulled on the sheets while speaking, "Hey, frog. Wake up, and make me breakfast. I'm not letting you oversleep today as well."

His action revealed a beautiful male who was trying to sleep some more. His cheese-colored hair reached his shoulders, and he seemed to be shirtless underneath the blanket. He woke up in annoyance which dissipated as he saw the golden-haired man. His sapphire eyes met the frowning guy's emerald ones as he smiled sweetly, "Ah, yes, yes."

The 'frog' sat up slowly, letting the rest of the blanket slide down his hairy chest and flawless skin. He then reached out to touch the golden-haired male's face, and motioned to get near for a kiss. However, the emerald-eyed blond covered the other's face with the blanket he was still holding.

"Okay, you grouch, get this thing off my beautiful face."

The 'grouch' chuckled softly at the sudden shift of the other's tone. Instead of removing the thin fabric, he just held the other's face and kissed him despite the presence of the blanket. Of course, the other person would feel his action and stayed under the kiss for seconds.

However, he was too excited to just let it end like that. The 'frog' grabbed him by the waist and rolled them over, putting the other person under him. He was mumbling things with perversion written all over his face as he pulled the blanket off his head. But then again, the golden-haired male displayed a very sadistic face before sending a sucker punch towards his lover.

"Get off of me, you perverted frog!"

"What!?" Alfred screamed as he caught Iggy airing punches in the air.

The other blond then stopped and groggily stared at the ceiling until the stunt model's face loomed before his. They both sat up with Alfred whimpering, "That's a bit rude: calling me a perverted frog."

"No, I think it wasn't meant for you, Alfred." Iggy whispered. He just had a dream.

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Rei Haruno -Sakura no Imooto

Chapter 4: The Man in My Visions

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Despite the traffic jam yesterday, Alfred and Iggy went to the amusement park. However, for some reasons, the park was temporarily closed due to immediate and thorough maintenance. They ended up driving back home after grabbing another meal at a diner. Today, they were supposed to be heading back to see if the amusement park will be open for business.

It was only six in the morning, but both men were up and ready for the day. Alfred would be gone from seven to five so Iggy would have to spend the whole day by himself. Subsequently, the stunt model gave him his other phone in case Iggy couldn't contain going around and getting some memories back. He also said that he would investigate to see the people involved with Ludwig Beilschmidt.

Monday started with yet an alarming dream. It was a flashback, but he did not know the face of the man. Iggy just had a strong impression he was beautiful, but all he remembered were those cheese-colored locks, those sapphire eyes, and a thin beard. There was a feeling: something very unfamiliar to him now. Also, they seemed to have a bad sense of endearing nicknames.

After Alfred had left earlier, Iggy had updated his notebook about the dream. It seemed surreal to someone who had no recollections, but it would be undoubtedly painful to the other person.

"If I had someone like him, then why would I leave? Why did I run away?"

Iggy thought of these words out loud almost the entire time before he decided to leave the house around ten. He sent Alfred a message about it, and the only reply was 'come back before five or tell me where to pick you up'. He knew the stunt model was quite busy to do something like memory hunting all day so somehow, he knew he had to do some of it by himself.

Besides, after their small talk last night, he was feeling more confident about having someone to tell his fears and plans to. Somehow, it felt like he had a confidant as well back in his old life. It could be this person he would be looking for, or someone else in the thick leaves of unfinished portraits.

Fifteen minutes past ten, and he was already walking in the streets, looking for anything familiar. The cityscape and the ambiance did not remind him of anything back in his old daily life. Nothing seemed to trigger anything so he could be living somewhere outside Alfred's normal surroundings. Even though he would like to go farther, he did not want to make it inconvenient when it was time to go home. However, there was this strong urge for him to venture out there, looking for anything to remind him even just his real name.

Ten minutes past twelve, and Iggy still had no luck. He was all by himself at a fast-food chain, observing everyone living their happy lives. No one would look at him like they knew him; no one would even notice him staring at everyone else. One small bite after another, he tried finishing his hamburger and remembering anything leading him to a place.

Twenty minutes past two, and Iggy found himself staring off from a bridge. It was quite a long walk from one end to another, and the river underneath was like ten meters away. Despite its distance, Iggy could imagine the water getting near and splashing all over his face. The cars passing by would count an average of two in an hour, far more than the passing people. Iggy was virtually alone, slumped on the railings.

Iggy would only close his eyes in exhaustion; it might be better if he head back home by then. He was actually in the bridge connecting two cities, yet no one seemed to use that bridge anymore because there was a new network of highways at another part of the city.

His tired eyes opened instinctively as he felt someone was looking at him. He straightened and looked around, seeing no one else on the bridge he was in. He resumed his position on the railings when he noticed someone was standing far away at the riverbanks underneath the bridge. The sun was almost on his eyes so he couldn't see more than a blurred image of someone standing there. Before he could convince himself whoever it was, the person ran off underneath. The amnesiac only squinted and just dropped off the matter. He just stayed there and closed his eyes again.

Soon, he felt his phone ringing with a message from Alfred. It read: [From: Alfred - Hey, where r u? Just asking tho. We're wrapping things up fast 2day so I cud b home earlier. SYL.]

[To: Alfred - I'm at the seventh bridge as they call it. I would be heading home soon too, I think.]

[From: Alfred - K.]

He twitched when he noticed ten minutes had already passed since he last checked the time. He then sighed and pocketed his phone before slouching again. He practically hanged his head over the railings and stared at his small faint reflection on the water. Soon, he noticed someone went next to him and leaned on the railings as well. Iggy did not bother looking at him though.

"You seemed to be very problematic: looking so exhausted like that."

"I'm not problematic enough to jump off and kill myself."

"Ah, if you are, you could have done that days ago, Arthur."

Twitch. Iggy shot up to stare at the man beside him. He wished he could recognize the man standing next to him, but there was nothing really striking about his appearance by then. But he called him by a name- the other guy couldn't just assume that was his name. His emerald eyes were balling in disbelief and confusion as he stared at the other man. Before he could voice these out, something unbelievable happened.

The other man came nearer to kiss him. That was when it hit him.

It did not occur to him that the man before him was the man in his dream until then. The cheese-colored locks he had, those sapphire orbs, and the thin beard on his beautiful face were all there, but the feeling of comfort and affection was not. He just looked like a man in a photo; he knew him by face and not by personality.

Before the kiss went deeper, Iggy ran his hand along the other's hair and pulled a lock off. Needless to say, the other guy pulled back and complained with a voice very different than his supposed endearing one.

"Arthur, what the hell!? Argh, you never changed!"

"Sorry, you are?"

The other man froze for a bit and then chuckled like an over-reacting drama star, "I know things happened before, but pretending to not know me wounds me so bad, Arthur-"

"No, I was not pretending. I can't remember you; I lost my memories after an accident."

Another pause. The other man suddenly started crying theatrically with a hanky on his mouth, "Arthur really did forget everything! All our happy times! I can't handle this!"

Iggy only stared at him before the other man regained his composure. He then cleared his throat and walked nearer to stroke at Iggy's hair, "Don't worry, my darling. Big brother Francis will help you remember."

"Big brother? I'm dating my older brother?"

"The first way to remember me is to do what we do most."

He spoke in a seducing manner; however, it failed to charm Iggy. If anything, he just frowned at the man's behavior which was different from what he would imagine based on the dream. Francis, the other guy, noticed his reaction and ended up pulling back.

"Oh my. This is way worse than I could imagine. I thought it was just an overstatement."

He then just cupped his hands on Iggy's cheeks before whispering in a very sympathetic voice, "How about your family, Arthur? Do you remember who they are?"

"I don't even remember my own name." Iggy chuckled helplessly, hoping the man before him would guide him.

Francis stared at him for quite a while before having a kind smile rose from his lips. He then started stroking at Iggy's hair more. He was not talking, but he was clearly thinking about a lot of things. His sapphire eyes were starting to tear up, earning the amnesiac's frown.

"Your reflexes seemed to be intact, thank God. Anyway, for starters, your name is Arthur Kirkland. Even though we had this intimate relationship, you are engaged to someone else. However, seeing her without your memories would surely make her life more difficult. Don't worry, I'll do everything to help you regain them."

He then took the amnesiac's hand and kiss his knuckles.

"These could be too much for you. Let's leave out the rest for tomorrow. For now, let's go home."

"I'll just see you then."

"Okay- wait, what!? You have to come with me!"

"No way!" Iggy growled at the other guy, "Someone already hid this from me, and that meant something bad would happen if I just carelessly prance in my old life. I wanted to take it slowly. I'll just see you daily, but I'm not coming home with you. Not yet."

"Someone? Who?" Francis spoke in a confused tone, but Iggy was not fazed by it.

In the end, Francis just gave up and petted the golden-haired male. He knew that this guy could get really stubborn and would just act with what he thought would be best for him ever since that day. Though it would hurt to be turned away by the man he loved the most, Francis just accepted it and took his phone out.

"You should give me your number then so we could meet again. Arthur, I couldn't wait for you to remember me. Let's do our best to retrieve your old memories, shall we?"

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"Ah, let's also make new ones along the way."

Iggy thought of these words when he was updating his notebook while waiting for Alfred in a bus stop. There were another set of pages dedicated for another person: Francis. Also, he felt the need to reserve a page for his supposed fiancée. For now, he had to focus on what he had about Francis and their supposed love affair.

First entry was the amusement park date. Iggy remembered on his way back in that vision, he remembered Francis' voice calling out to him. It also fit how he would remember it- Francis fitted into it perfectly. In this entry, there was this note about comfort and salvation.

Second entry was about the morning kiss. He would note about their intimacy because it felt like they were basically both naked by then. It also seemed to be a normal morning to them, but he would put questions about it and the presence of this fiancée he had. Wouldn't it be bad for his marital relationship if he had a man?

Also, it seemed he was not surprised his past lover was a male, too. This actually confused Iggy.

Or Arthur. Should he start using his real name now?

Iggy grumbled as he showed frustration with his hand pulling on his own hair. Soon, he heard familiar honking sounds, and he lifted his face to see Alfred's car a meter away. He should not block the bus stop anyway. The amnesiac packed up and walked to get inside the car.

"You sure you don't want to go to the amusement park tonight? We still have time, you know."

"It's fine. I don't need to go anyway. Let's find a parking lot; there's something I need to tell you."

"Looks like it's going to be long."

Alfred started the car again, and they went around for a free parking space. Along the way, Alfred did not let the chance of taking out some grub slip. Even though Iggy frowned at him, he still kept on ordering. As soon as they found one, they ate what Alfred got while Iggy would discuss things he found out.

Of course, Francis had to be the center of their discussion. Alfred did choke when he found out about the boyfriend Iggy had forgotten. Nonetheless, he understood why Iggy chose to leave Francis. Ludwig's action seemed to influence his decisions regarding meeting the people he knew before, making Alfred thought maybe Ludwig was a very trusted friend back then. Iggy did show subconscious trust in using his choice as a basis of his advancements in getting his old life back. There was another thing they talked about.

"Arthur Kirkland, huh. It doesn't sound familiar to me."

"I guess that's better."

"Just so you know, I'm not calling you Arthur even though you beg for it."

Iggy then threw his gaze at the man who was busy stuffing his mouth with hamburger. Alfred looked back at him, chewed his food and gulped it all down. Soon, he started reasoning.

"You see, if I call you Arthur, then it would sound like I'm one of them. I don't want to be one of them- those people who you don't trust. We've gone through this last night, and I want to keep my stand in it."

"You and your reasoning are actually weird." Iggy chuckled which made Alfred laughed. However, he started talking in a more serious tone, "I told him I would not see him alone. The only time I will see him is when I am with you. Tomorrow night, can we go and see him?"

"Of course, Iggy. I won't let any of them hurt you, okay?"

A small smile rose from Iggy's lips, and he decided to sink against the seat. Alfred gave a smile, too, before taking his cola to drink since Iggy was slowly drinking his. While doing so, Iggy stared at the portrait of Francis he made while he was sitting in the bus stop.

He had forgotten, but he was slowly remembering. Francis' broken expression would linger in his mind the whole time after they met. If Iggy would say he did not feel a bit of pain, he would be lying.

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End of Chapter 4

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