I DON'T OWN ANY OF THIS
Russia was sitting in front of a cup of coffee on this especially cold day, so cold he gave the Baltic states a day off.
He looks down at his tea and notices that ever since Georgia (the country) left he couldn't remember a thing. All of the sudden so many questions popped into his head; the main two being 1. Who was my mother and 2. What happened to her? He then remembered Georgia wanted nothing to do with him because of his excessive takeovers of said country.
Which mean there is only one person who can give non-existent memories back to a person… England.
England's P.O.V
I was flipping through an H.G wells novel when I heard a familiar knock on the door; by the way he knocked I knew it was Russia before I even looked through the peep-hole. I was wondering what he was doing outside in this weather, and then I remember he's Russian.
I pour him tea and ask him why he's here so early. He simply responds with" I'll tell you after I've warmed up" I just think he wanted to drag out my tensions. But I'm terrified of him so I let him acclimate to the house. All of the sudden he asks "what was my mother like" I almost choke on my tea at the suddenness of the topic. "HOW SHOULD I KNOW SHE'S NOT MY MUM" I scream unintentionally at him.
I immediately go to my bookshelf and grab my spell book and you can see the questioning glare of Russia. I flip through the book and find a reverse time spell. "There" I say "grab your coat" he grabs that god-ugly coat that Georgia gave him.
"Not that one… here follow me." We walk down into my basement and grab and grab black hemp-cloth cloaks. "These will make you invisible as long as you wear them; if we're truly going into the past god knows we'll need them." I get my book, draw the corresponding shape, and say the words. Light flashes and we teleport to what looks like a caravan.