For a moment she was quiet as her eyes involuntarily flickered towards her memory bracelet and the single charm that dangled there. A charm that didn't even belong to her. It had been England's, she assumed, and contained his memories of America. Of raising him, loving him and ultimately being betrayed by him.

But the point was that when she had clipped it onto her bracelet, all the memories had come at once. A single rush of knowledge that, while disorientating, had only taken a few minutes to recover from. But her own memories? They had felt so... different.

"... like I was living them again. I feel like I aged several months in one night."