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AmericaXReader -How to regain lost memories-

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“Nice to meet you, Alfred. I’m ______. ______ ______.” You smiled as you spoke to the young American guy in front of you, who was in a military outfit. You are an heir to one of the biggest mafia families in the whole world. You are rather used to warfare and feuds, much to your distaste. You hated it when people die, even when your father, your stonehearted father, told you to think of them as disposable. Was there really a need for them to die for our family? For me? You wondered sadly.

“Nice to meet you too, Miss ______.” Alfred bowed down in respect, snapping you out of your thoughts. “There is no need for you to be so polite towards me, Alfred. After all, we are going to get married right?” you kept on smiling, a façade you used every day for the past few years of your life, which everyone knew and loved but you despised yourself for doing it so.

“Thank you, ______. My father is grateful for this arranged marriage.” Right. He’s only here because of my position. No one likes me because they’re only after my power and money, you thought sadly, feeling a pang of sadness that you never felt before.

“Where shall we go______?” Alfred grinned, something you did not expect him to do. He was very good-looking with his enchanting blue eyes and brownish blonde hair. Your heart skipped a beat, but you ignored it and smiled while saying “Let’s go to my home, the one near the riverside.” As you walked away, Alfred stole a glance at you with sad eyes, without you noticing him at all.

*****

As you approached your home, you gasped as you saw your brothers standing in front of the house. Your brothers are very protective of you, not letting any guy come to you, even if it was your father’s arranged marriage meetings for you.

Alfred noticed you shuddering, and asked, “Are you alright? I see that you have been shivering for quite some time now.” You shook your head and explained, “I’m afraid that my brothers will disapprove of you.” Alfred smiled, as if it was nothing, and that he had a trick up his sleeve. “Don’t worry ______. I can get through this somehow.” His confidence was reassuring you, even though you were supposed to be the one helping him out.

As you came out of the car, your brothers shouted to you, “Oi _____! Who are you bringing back this time?!” You sighed, as if you had gone through the process so many times already. “It’s my fiancé. Father arranged for us to get marr-“

Your mouth was clamped gently by a large hand, as Alfred got out and grinned. “Alfred F. Jones. Nice to meet you.” Your brothers were shocked, as if they had just heard about a person’s death. You were confused, since your brothers never did have a reaction as strong as that one, and became more curious. Who is he? Does he know my brothers before? You started to feel déjà vu, but waved it away.

“______, do you know who this person is, before you met him today?” one of your brothers muttered, still recovering from the shock he received. “No. Do you?” Your question did not help him, but left him even more dumbfounded as you went through the door of your house. “Oh, Alfred? Wait for a minute. I’ll brew you some good coffee.” You went in, ignoring your star struck brothers.

Alfred went up to your brothers. “Long time no see, big bros!” he was clearly forcing himself to sound cheerful, but it was plain
and clear for the brothers to see that the poor guy was crestfallen. “You are that kid that saved her that day right? We are keeping her away from men as thanks, you know that?” your eldest brother cracked a grin, and Alfred was grateful for his kind gesture. “Thank you, (eldest brother name), (second brother name). By the way, how did she lose her memories?” Alfred questioned the impossibility. The brothers became deep in thought. “We think that it was because her memories were erased, in another assault
after you left.”

Alfred was shocked about this revelation. His ______ was assaulted again… His thoughts were interrupted when you came in. “Care for some coffee in the living room?” You asked cheerfully, without being able to read the situation that the trio was in previously. “Ah, yes please.” The trio replied glumly without much thought with their shoulders slouched. You ignored your two brothers, but you didn’t think that Alfred could have gotten along well with your brothers; you were surprised by his reaction towards you. But for manners’ sake, you decided to look over the crestfallen American’s behavior and followed the three, holding a coffee tray.

The awkwardness of the situation became worse when your two brothers accepted Alfred’s relation to you. You were suspicious of your brothers’ actions; they had never done this before, no matter who you brought home. But you could not defy your brothers, and they left you and Alfred alone to talk about marriage matters. “I’m sorry, but may I have some more coffee?” Alfred asked you, breaking the silence. You were thankful, since you could not break the silence with a few good words like he did. You plastered a smile on your face and said sweetly, “Sorry for the situation I put you in. Here, you are welcome to have some more anytime, Alfred.”

Alfred POV

As ______ walked away to call a maid, I sighed. Why can’t she remember me? I grieved. I loved her so
much too… I want to believe that she will remember me one day…

Normal POV

As you were walking back, you saw Alfred looking towards the river, upset. You felt another pang of nostalgia looking at his face and wondered why you felt it.
“I’m sorry, did I upset you somehow, Alfred?” you whispered, fearful about invoking his anger. Alfred felt relieved that you were the same, caring person he once knew all those years ago.
“Don’t worry about it, ______. I’m just thinking about this girl in my distant past… But don’t worry about it.” He coaxed you reassuringly. For a moment, you became disheartened, feeling bad for Alfred, but also for yourself. Wait…yourself? Why should you even care about someone you just met? OR did you and Alfred meet before?

After an hour of mindless chatter with Alfred (in which you found out that you share pretty much the same hobbies) he had to leave the house since it was getting dark. “Are you feeling better now?” you asked the still crestfallen American. “Thanks to your brothers and you, I feel very much at home.” He grinned playfully, but you could see that beneath that smile, he was sad. “I will do everything in my power to help you, Alfred.” You spoke, determined.

Alfred laughed, knowing that his ______ has always been the same, no matter what he did. “Thanks. I better go now…” Kissing you on the forehead, he left. You just stood there, your senses tingling and your heart beating faster than the speed of sound. You blushed, feeling a strange sensation in your chest. Is this what they call…love?

*****

You were still unable to take the American out of your mind. His captivating blue eyes, his soft brownish blonde hair… Why is it so hard? “Alfred…” his name came out of your mouth without you even realizing. You sighed. This was going to be a hard night. Suddenly, you were grabbed from the back and a gloved hand covered you nose and mouth. “Ugh!! Uhhh…” you wriggled, but it was futile. Blacking out, the last thing on your mind was still Alfred. Damn it all… your thoughts fading away into the darkness.

*****

“What?! ______ has been kidnapped after ‘the intruder’ got in and killed the guards?!” Alfred shrieked into his mobile phone, his mind still processing the fact that his fiancé got kidnapped.

“You better hurry and give support. I’m outside the kidnapper’s base right now. “(second brother name) said grimly on the
phone to the still distressed American.
“I’ll go right away.” At that, the line went dead as Alfred hung up and cursed loudly. How much do I need to go through before she remembers me?! Alfred shouted in his mind, putting on his military outfit and signature bomber jacket and running off to save his girl.

*****

“Ugh…” you woke up and saw your kidnapper. “Oh princess. Awake already?” He was masked, but you swore that you could see him smirking. The kidnapper continued ranting, and at one point jerking your (l/h) (h/c) hair, until your eyes were filled up with tears from the pain.
“Don’t you remember me, darling? It’s your old boyfriend…Francis!” you shook your head, confused. You never had a boyfriend
named Francis. The kidnapper sighed. “If you can’t remember my beautiful face, what ever shall I do?”

At the sentence, Francis pulled off his mask. You gasped… How did I forget? It’s all coming back to me now… A few years ago, you were in the same situation as now. Francis threatened you, and tried to rape you in this very room. Your best friend Alfred came and beat Francis half to death. You fell for Alfred, but on the day you planned to confess to him, you were assaulted again. Wait, the person who rescued you was Alfred. Your best friend and long-time crush, Alfred F. Jones rescued you. Tears streamed down your face. You did not try to stop them, for it was the pain that you had caused Alfred and yourself. Still kneeling down, tied and gagged, you silently prayed… Alfred. ALFRED. Please save me. I’m sorry I forgot you…

“______!!” The doors to the place that kept you locked in were slammed open, forcefully and suddenly, just like all those years ago. Francis’s grin vanished as Alfred and your brothers came through the door. Your tears were becoming the tears of joy, and not tears from regaining your lost memories, the memories of your dark past.

You lifted your head to see Alfred armed, and ready for combat, sobbing in joy that your fiancé is risking his life to save you. Francis charged like a madman, firing sloppily, making avoiding bullets very easy for your brothers and Alfred. Alfred caught your kidnapper, knocked him out and disarmed him in one swift move. I would never get on his bad side, you swore as you saw the son of an army general beating Francis who was closer to a pile of flesh, blood and bones rather than a human.

After seeing Alfred beating the life out of Francis, you felt woozy and fell to the ground, but was caught by Alfred before hitting the floor. “Babe, you are alright? That stupid piece of shit didn’t do anything to you right?” Alfred was so worried; he shook the life out of you as well. “Ow, please don’t shake me… Take me home, I’ve been traumatized enough today…” you whimpered. Alfred picked you up in his arms, and left you on the car where you drifted off to sleep as it sped off from the horrible place and towards your home.

*****

Upon waking up, you saw that it was 5:00 am, and that you were back in your bedroom with your pajamas on. Groaning, you tilted your head to the left to see Alfred mumbling in his sleep, “______... I really do like you…” You smiled, remembering the days you two spent during childhood and promising each other that you would marry him. Stroking his brownish blonde hair, you noticed that his stubborn cowlick was still there. He was still the same, even after all these years. Feeling your touch, the American woke up.

“You’re alright, ______! I should go tell your brothers then go home…” Alfred tried to wipe weariness from his eyes. He started to walk towards the door, but you found yourself tugging on his jacket sleeve, not wanting to let go. Turning around, Alfred asked you, smiling, “How can I help you, _____?” Forgetting that you just made a rude gesture, you mumbled quietly in reply, “Alfred…no, Al. Please don’t leave me alone.... I remember already.”

A blush crept across your face as you said the sentence, letting go of his sleeve. Alfred’s jaw dropped. He just stared at you blankly. “Is it bad to have forgotten you because I was assaulted? You do know that I loved you and wanted to marry you before
that... incident?” Your voice trembled, tears dripping down your face. Alfred was panicking, but managed to stop you from crying by kissing your tears away. “There’s only one thing I regret, ______. I wasn’t there to protect you. That’s my only regret.” Right at the end of that sentence, you pulled Alfred into a hug, lasting forever in your thoughts and his. Breaking off, Alfred looked away with a blushed face.

“______, thing is…oh, forget this. Marry me?” Seeing Alfred unlike himself, you laughed, making him cringe. “Oh, Alfred. We will get married sooner or later, you know that?” You grinned, something you hardly did, for you thought that it was rude. Alfred replied by grinning his usual trademark goofy grin, telling you that he was also back from being a melancholy person. Both of you had been waiting for this day, the day when the both of you would reunite, regain lost memories. “I love you, ______.”

You knew what was next.

“I love you too, Alfred.”

Extended Ending:
"_____-" Both you brothers came into your room gleefully, but backed out slowly, giggling like schoolgirls as they saw you kissing Alfred. “Brothers, way to ruin the mood!” you yelled, pulling out from the kiss, and throwing pillows at them with them. You sighed, tired of your brothers’ teasing. Alfred just laughed, and you chimed in as well, as the dawn of the morning rose in time to see the two of you share another sweet kiss.