Somewhere

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Note: Spoken words that are in normal print are in a different language then English,words that are italic are in English.

Arthur Kirkland let out a sigh as he turned the key in the lock, another failed date. This whole dating thing wasn't working for him. He really couldn't blame the other party, he was well aware that it was his fault the dates weren't working out. Every time he was on one he couldn't stop thinking about that mysterious blond man that had been in his memories since he'd woken up three years prior, after being hit by a car, with amnesia, he knew, somehow, that he had loved this man before his accident. But in the past three years there had been no sign of the man or anyone else that might have known him before his accident, and no filed missing person's report either, Berwald kept checking that for a few months after his accident. Yet Arthur couldn't seem to forget the man, especially not when he tried to have a date with another man. After five times, Arthur wondered why he hadn't just given up on the whole dating scene, but he knew the answer to that as well. He was lonely, lonely for the comfort of love that his roommates had.

He turned the knob and stepped into the dark hallway that lead to the common area of the four bedroom apartment. His roommate Berwald Oxenstiera had money, he didn't talk about it very much, and Arthur hadn't ever asked. The light in the kitchen was on and Arthur could see a silver haired boy sitting at it. Emil Bonedvik was his youngest roommate, barely nineteen years old. He was going to college in Copenhagen for some kind of engineering, the kid was a genius and could talk circles around Arthur if he so felt like it. But Emil was also very quiet, he had autism and communicating with people was tough for him. "How was your date?" Eric inquired his voice monotone and to someone who didn't know him would mistake his question for apathy. But Arthur knew after living with him for three years if he didn't want to know he wouldn't have asked.

"Bad. That stupid blond won't stay out of my head." Arthur growled grabbing the seat across the table from Emil. The silver haired boy's face remained impassive as Arthur laid his head on the table face down.

"I'm sorry." Purple eyes glanced down at the straw haired man and then turned back to the book in front of him he was studying.

"'S not your fault." Arthur muttered, his voice muffled by the wooden table.

"Have you talked to Berwald about it?" Emil inquired Arthur shook his head. Berwald was the oldest of Arthur's roommates, and had been the first person Arthur met after waking up. He had been an intern at the hospital then. Now Berwald had a private psychologist practice and Arthur had been his first patient, he had been trying to help Arthur try to regain his memories and deal with the void that had been created in Arthur's head from their absence. After three years, Arthur could say that he was perfectly healthy mentally and usually physically, in fact beside his failure in romance, Arthur's life was going smoothly. He had taken night classes, up until about six months ago, to finish secondary school, he couldn't remember if he had finished it or not, and now he was working in a small café in downtown Copenhagen as well as taking online classes with an American university to obtain a degree in Creative Writing. Yes, life was going well for him, and his roommates, all five of them, were really, really nice.

"No, didn't think it was worth it." Arthur said picking his head up and shrugging. "Why are you still up, don't you have classes in the morning."

"I'm waiting for Nicholas to text me." Emil said; there was a small gleam of delight in the boy's purple eyes told Arthur how much he cared for the brunette boy that he was seeing.

"Ah, well I'm headed off to bed, maybe I'll wake up in the morning and it will have been all just a dream." Arthur knew he was wishful thinking, but his date tonight had been just that bad. He had called the other man Francis; he didn't even know a Francis, sounded Frogy though. He stood up and continued deeper into the apartment till he reached his bedroom; it was right across the hall from Mattias and Lukas's room. Mattias was the only one of his roommates who was actually a native of Denmark, Berwald was from Sweden originally, Tino was from Finland, and Lukkas and Emil were from Norway. Though all five of them had spent their adulthood in Copenhagen. He let out a small irritated groan as he heard noises coming from the couple's room, those two could rival rabbits.

His room was the smallest bedroom but it was in no means lacking, he had a very comfortable loft bed and underneath that was a small blue couch that he would sit and draw on every day in his sketch pad. Beside the bed was a small nightstand with a lamp on it as well as a photograph of Arthur and his five roommates taken at one of the nearby beaches. Denmark had a lot of beaches, the country being a peninsula, and a couple of islands and all that. Berwald and Tino, Berwald's fiancé, often talked about taking a boat ride around the coast of Sweden to the island of Gotland where Berwald's grandparents lived and going on a vacation there. Berwald had grown up going between Copenhagen and Stockholm due to his father's work. Arthur didn't know what Berwald's father's work was, he just knew that at one point Berwald had been expected to take over the family business and that his very tall, stoic friend had a small falling out with him about it. There was a small book case near the door filled with books and other little knickknack's Arthur had collected in the past three years he'd been living here. It was a cozy place and he enjoyed spending a lot of his time in the room that had come to represent him.

He picked up his sketch book off of the couch and climbed up the ladder to his bed to leaf through the many sketches he had drawn. Many of them were of the mysterious blond man doing different things. One of Arthur's favorite's was one of the blond while he was cooking, he looked so natural doing it and Arthur wondered if he'd watched the blond man do it often. There was also a sketch of the blond man with a girl who looked similar to him, a relative most likely, he wasn't sure, he'd just seen them in his mind and couldn't make it leave. He had also drawn pictures of his roommates over the past three years, Berwald as Viking protecting Tino, the skyline of Copenhagen he could see from his bedroom window, Lukas practicing his violin and Mattias playing the cello beside him, Emil staring absent mindedly out of a window. In some ways Arthur was glad for his accident; it had led him to meeting five guys that had become his family despite that the only two actually related were Emil and Lukas who were brothers. Smiling to himself Arthur pulled the pencil out of the spirals and flipped the book open to the next empty page and began his newest sketch despite the lateness of the hour, it was close to midnight now.

"Waffles!" Mattias shouted the next morning pulling Arthur away from his slumber that he had been thoroughly enjoying, it had been about the blond man and some other people from his past, but now he couldn't remember any of it. Dreams like this one were what frustrated Arthur the most about his amnesia, he hadn't lost any of the memories he just couldn't access them at will, but they were there, he knew it. "Get up, Arthur, Tino made waffles." Arthur let out a large groan at the boisterous Dane and his love for waffles.

Mattias Koheler was a spiky haired dirty blond Dane who was obnoxiously loud, and though he had a serious side he rarely let people see it. He reminded Arthur of somebody he had known before he just couldn't remember who. He annoyed Arthur a lot and often times had to be reined his by his sardonic lover Lukas. Both of which were sitting around the table Arthur had been lamenting to Emil the night before at, Mattias was chowing down on the waffles made by the petite blond who stood in front of the waffle maker in the kitchen Tino Vainamonen. Lukas on the other hand was quietly sipping coffee, his waffles already half eaten.

"Good morning, Arthur." Tino chirped with a friendly smile, he was the polar opposite of his Swedish lover. Where Berwald was stern and stoic, Tino was friendly and happy, another point for the argument that opposite attracts.

"Morning," Arthur replied sliding into the seat beside Lukas trying to ignore all they syrup the Dane was getting all over the table. He looked around for the other two members of the household who were missing.

"Berwald had to go to the office early this morning." Lukas explained, his voice was almost as monotone as his brother. "Emil is still sleeping; apparently he and Nicholas were up very late last night talking to one another." Arthur nodded, it had been nearly midnight when Emil had been waiting for the other boy's text. "How was your date?"

"Awful, I don't think I'm cut out for the whole dating thing." Arthur lamented his head in his hands.

"Noschense" Mattias said his mouth still full of waffles.

"Don't talk with your mouth full." Lukas said not even looking at his lover. Mattias immediately assumed a kicked puppy look that Lukas then promptly ignored. These two were even more proof that opposites attract, Mattias was extremely playful and Lukas always seemed to be so serious.

"Don't give up so easily." Tino said encouragingly as he set down a plate full of waffles in front of Arthur before sitting down beside him a plate of waffles in front of him as well. "Love doesn't come immediately, it takes time. I certainly wasn't in love with Berwald the first time I met him."

"You thought he was trying to kidnap you when he offered to take you home." Mattias said with a laugh. Arthur shook his head at the Dane's jibe. Mattias and Berwald clashed a lot, probably because of their clashing personalities, but sometimes it seemed as if there was something more to their arguments then just Mattias being an idiot.

"You're one to talk." Lukas murmured, the Dane's face fell in a split second of Lukas's words. A story for another day, perhaps, Arthur mused silently to himself before focusing back on his own problem of his date last night.

"I called him Francis, I don't know a Francis. Do any of you know a Francis?" Arthur said butting back into the conversation. Maybe the name had come into his head by a conversation with one of the others about a coworker or something.

"Nope," Mattias said his exuberance returning without too much damper, whatever Lukas had meant had been put out of his mind for the time being. The pale blond Nord shook his head as well.

"My sister Sharon works with a Francis." Tino said thoughtfully, "But other than that, no. It's not a common Nord name."

"It doesn't matter; fact is I ruined yet another date. That stupid blond wouldn't stay out of my head." Arthur growled, stabbing a piece of waffle and bringing it to his mouth.

"What did the waffle do to you?" Mattias asked, Arthur ignored him.

"That's the third one I've messed up because he won't stay out of my head. It's as if my brain saying that I can't be with them because I'm supposed to be with him." Whoever he was. Arthur was beginning to believe he didn't exist, that none of them existed and that he had begun to make them up in order to create in his head some kind of past about himself.

"The heart remembers what the brain forgets." Lukas said thoughtfully.

The table was quiet for a few minutes before Arthur spoke again. "Do you think he's out there wondering where I am?"

"I can't tell you that." Lukas said, Arthur knew that his family wanted him to find love almost as much as he did; they wanted him to be happy.

"So… how about that football game last night on tv." Mattias said trying to break the atmosphere as he scratched back of his head. "I enjoyed it, did you Lukas?

"Mattias, you were the only one who watched it." Tino pointed out and suddenly the table burst into laughter, even Lukas who hardly every laughed was laughing alongside the other three and the tension had officially defused from the table. Still laughing Mattias stood up and pecked Lukas on the cheek.

"Well I've still got work to get to." He said, Mattias did something in the world of business, Arthur couldn't understand how that whole realm worked yet and doubted he ever would. Even after only working there for a year the Dane was already working his way through the ranks up the corporate ladder. Arthur could remember when he had first gotten the job last year he had said something about earning his money legitimately now, which made Arthur wonder about his friend's past a little bit.

"See you later then." Lukas said also standing up, he picked up both his and Mattias's plates as the tall Dane attempted to put his tie on.

"Well I don't have work till one." Arthur said, "But I should go take a shower." Tino nodded and smiled at him.

~My English Rose~

Alfred sighed as he walked into the café; the story had been a bust, a waste of his time. He should be back in Russia with his girlfriend Tatiana, where the real action was happening not wasting his time in Copenhagen to see if the Koehler crime syndicate really was going to attack the Oxenstierna like his boss suspected. He loved being a journalist, he really did, he just wished that his boss would let him have more time writing the stories he wanted to write and not what he thought would gain more attention. Who really actually cared if there was a crime war going on in Copenhagen when Russia was in the middle of invading the Ukraine, probably. Aw, well he was here now and he might as well make the best of it. He was only going to be here for a week and if nothing happened well he wasn't the one paying for a plane ticket back to Russia.

"Hi, how can I help you?" an Asian chick asked as he sat down, Alfred blinked for a minute trying to remember what little Danish he knew. "Sorry, tourist huh?" the girl said in English with a small smile. "I should go get Arthur, his English is better than mine." Arthur, Alfred tried not to raise his hopes that it would be Arthur. His cousin. Arthur had left them in the worst time possible, well so did he, a voice in Alfred's head told him. He had been heading to Russia during the whole mess when Lovino was shot and saved from the whore house. He still couldn't believe though that Arthur would just leave everyone like that. Though Alfred guessed that being raped did strange stuff to your mind.

A man walked out from behind the counter with the Asian chick, he had large blond eyebrows, straw hair and emerald green eyes just the way Alfred remembered him. But the blond did not remember him, there was no look of recognition in Arthur's eyes and Alfred wondered what had happened to him. He turned around without a word and walked out of the café leaving behind two very confused workers.

Pulling out his phone he dialed a number on his speed dial and put it up to his ear. "Come on, pick up. Damnit this is important." He swore as he heard the familiar voicemail. "Francis, this is Alfred, I found him."

But one thing's for sure,
You're always in my heart.

I'll find you somewhere

I'll keep on trying until my dying day.
I just need to know
Whatever has happened
The truth will free my soul

Author's Note (The part of the story where the author comes out and writes a silly note): I'm back (like a bad penny) with the sequel to Russian Sunflower. If you're new I say welcome and if you've read the Russian Sunflower I say welcome back. If you haven't read the Russian Sunflower I think you'll be able to follow along English Rose without too much issues, it all has to get explained to Arthur at some point so you can find out then or you can read The Russian Sunflower which is a Spamano/FrUk story. I hope you enjoy English Rose.

Author's Note.2 (The part of the story where the author comes out and writes a silly note): So I have to make a confession, a year ago I had almost no intention to finish this story. Sorry. I had taken a hiatus from the Hetalia fandom, not because I don't like you guys, but I was reading some other stuff *cough* Tolkien *cough* Homestuck *cough* and going through some really tough times with my family. I do want to thank all of those who read My English Rose through this past year who have encouraged me to continue, I am going to edit the existing chapters that are already up while I write some more. I do have to warn you, I am working on something else now as well, a behemoth of a project that will be published this summer that will take up a quite a bit of my time but I do hope to be able to work on My English Rose during some break periods.