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Dreams/Visions will be bolded and italicized like this.

Thoughts will be like this.

Anything similar to telepathic thoughts will be like This.

Technological Communication (Phones, etc) will be like This.

"But how can you know me, ve~? I don't remember you but it seems like you know everything about me."

"Then you must try to remember. I know it may be hard for you, but you must."

"But...but I don't know how to!"

"You do, my grandson. You do know how to remember and you must for the sake of your friends. All you need to do is look for the right people who will help you. Grandpa Rome loves you Italy. Never forget that."

With a gasp of air, he sat up soon after that last word was said by the man with the three distinctive curls in his hair and who was also wearing a familiar red cape. Italy wasn't sure on who he was, other than to conclude that he was apparently his grandfather because he had called himself that.

"Grandpa Rome..." His voice was a bit hoarse but he managed to get the name out. If that man was his Grandpa Rome then he must be...what did he call him? Italy? Yeah, that was it. He was starting to remember his name now. But that was it. That was all he could remember. Why though? Why couldn't he remember anything else? He was certain he had a past. He knew that for sure yet it was somewhere far away, locked somewhere in his mind, where he couldn't access it.

The Italian began to take notice of his surroundings and saw that he was in a place that resembled a hospital room. The walls were painted all white and there was a window to his right near a door. He could see outside of it some sort of hallway but he couldn't really exactly make it out quite well because of the bluriness of his eyes that had suddenly came over them. He had to blink several times before he could regain proper sight. He continued to look around the room and noticed little things such as a desk near the door to the exit with papers scattered across it (was someone watching him while he was unresponsive?) as well as a chair next to his bed. He could hear a soft beeping noise and noticed that when he looked down at his hands, there was something clipped onto his ring finger with a wire attached to it that went up to a machine that was apparently keeping track of his heart rate. He also had an IV stuck in his opposite arm which was starting to bug him.

"If I were you, I wouldn't try taking that out seeming as you were in some deep as shit condition for the last few days."

Italy's head snapped towards where he heard the voice and saw a man standing right by the door with an unamused look on his face. He was dark skinned and wore a long black coat that reached his ankles. Italy could also see that he had an eyepatch on one of his eyes too. There was a pistol strapped to the man's side and the Italian knew that this man was prepared to use it on him if he had to. Italy didn't remember him coming into the supposed hospital room but neverless...maybe he was just so quiet he managed to slip in while he was trying to take out the IV which seemed to be clamped to his arm? It was a possibility.

"I'm Nick Fury. Director of SHIELD." he introduced, walking towards the nation and standing next to the bed he was in.

"Don't give him you're country name. Give him your human name, Feliciano Vargas, Italy." He knew that voice. It wasn't Grandpa Rome's though, no. This voice had a much...younger tone to it. He knew it but yet he couldn't remember it's speaker. Why couldn't he remember the speaker?! He knew him! Italy knew this! But he couldn't remember.

"F-Feliciano Vargas."

"Feliciano Vargas," The Director repeated with a nod before continuing with a more serious tone this time. "It's about damn time we got a name. Now all we need is one question answered. Why were you with Loki?" It almost seemed like at this point, The Director's tone had gotten icy cold. He was demanding an answer from the Italian and he wanted it. But Italy didn't have an answer. He hadn't a question instead.

"W-who is Loki?"

Fury gave a scoff at that. "Don't play dumb. You were the only one we found alive after we were lead to his location and as soon as we got there he vanished, leaving you behind. So don't tell me you don't know who he is Feliciano Vargas because I damn well know you do know who he is. So I'll ask again nicely for you and if you don't give me the proper answer that I want I can and will have you arrested for holding information against authorities. Why we're you with Loki?"

Italy was starting to panic a little now. He didn't want to get arrested but at the same time he didn't remember anything of that incident that apparently happened to him. "I-I don't remember anything that happened to me related to that or anything else of my past! I swear!" He tried to reason with him, hoping that it would work.

"You don't now do you?" Was Fury's response to that, which was something Italy was not expecting.

"N-no! I don't! Honest!" His hoarse voice was starting to bother him a little but that didn't matter to him at the moment. Right now, he wasn't just concerned bout history fate was all.

Fury seemed to go into thought after that. Feliciano didn't know if that was a good or a bad thing but as soon as he was about to consider it being a bad thing, The Director spoke, discontinuing his thoughts.

"I see," he had said, with a slow nod before taking a look at the Italian, examining him as if seeing him would unlock a distant memory in his mind. He then proceeded to turn around and walk back towards the door and open it. Before he left the room however, he looked back at Italy and narrowed his eye(s?) at him, a sign that said he didn't trust him. "I'll speak with you later on tonight. And when do, you had better start remembering."

The he walked out of the room without another glance at the Italian. Italy could see him go past the window but he was gone a second later. For a few moments, Italy just stared at the place where The Director was just as he was about to make his leave. That man scared him a good bit, he knew this because he heard the heart rate monitor start beeping like crazy. But now he was calm and it was beeping steadily. He eventually layed back down onto the bed at some point and stared up at the ceiling.

During this time period, Italy tried as hard as he could to remember anything just ANYTHING about his past. He didn't care if it was just one little thing he just wanted SOMETHING he could remember but nothing came. All he could think about was Grandpa Rome and that voice that spoke to him earlier. Who was it? He wanted to know. Italy was sure it was someone of his past but the only problem was he couldn't remember who it was. And he wanted to. Oh, so badly he wanted to but no matter how hard he tried he couldn't. He had eventually fallen sleep and was completely unaware of what he was about to get himself into.

~MEANWHILE ALL THE WAY OVER IN EUROPE WHERE A WORLD MEETING IS CURRENTLY BEING HELD~

"You bloody wanker!"

"Woah! There's no need for language England bro! Calm down! Let me handle this hero style!"

"Va Te faire foutre, you British piece of shit!"

"Let's all try to be reasonable here now!"

"I ought to beat you like I did Spain's Armada!"

"Please don't bring that up, señor. I don't need another reminder of my dream being crushed."

"A-America I really don't think you should get involved with England and France..."

"Relax Mattie bro! I'm a hero! I got this!"

"Can't we all just calm down and act like civilized people for once?"

"I agree, sounds like something we need working on-"

"ENOUGH!" All heads were now turned towards Germany, who was standing up and had his hands slammed down on the table. He looked quite agitated, and that could be for several reasons. The main one though was because everyone was yelling and creaming at each other or just being plain annoying. "Calm down! Everyone! England, let France go! America, sit down! You too, Spain! Now everyone just listen!"

Hering the seriousness in the nation's voice made all the other ones do as he said. England though on his way back to his seat, shot a glare at France who shot one back at him but that should have been expected.

"More than of the nations of the world have gone missing and here we are yelling, screaming and fighting each other when we could be sending out search parties for them!"

"Yeah but dude, how are we gonna send out search parties for them if we don't know where they're at?" America chimed in.

This made the older nation sigh and pinch the bridge of his nose, pushing his glasses up a little bit. "That's the whole point of sending out search parties, America."

"Oh. Well then let's do it! I'll lead Eagle Team One which will consist of me, England, France, Russia and China! While you lead Eagle Team Two which consists of Japan, Spain Romano, and Hong Kong! And I'll be the hero of the day-"

"Hold up, why "Eagle Team?"" England asked, confused by the names of the teams which were very similar to each other.

"Because England, bro, Eagles represent freedom! And if those missing countries have been kidnapped, I'll be the one to save them because eagles also represent heroicism and I'm the best hero of them all!"

"But what if they haven't been kidnapped?!"

"Then we'll pretend they have been!"

"Alright! Quiet down! I have an idea!" Germany said, which grabbed all the nation's attentions again. "We'll split up into different groups like America said but, we'll go around different parts of the world including their own country to see if we can find them We need to be in parties of two however because he have a lot of ground to cover. I will take Japan. Everyone else, pick your partner." He would have picked Prussia but Gilbert had also went missing as well as Italy, which was something Germany was not very happy about. After everyone had gotten done picking their partners, the groups went something like this:

America had picked England,

Spain had picked Romano,

China had picked Russia,

Hong Kong had chosen Iceland,

Sweden had taken Finland,

Norway had decided to take Denmark,

France had decided to just partner up with America and England, despite Germany's wishes.

Lithuania had Poland

and of course Germany had Japan.

"Now that everyone has their partners, we need to head on over to a missing country's home to see if they are there. And if they aren't, we'll know something has happened to them. We'll stay in touch with our phones. Meeting is dismissed!"

Oh noes! The countries have gone missing and Italy's connected to Loki some how! What shall happen? Who knows? I do of course but if you guys want to know, please leave me a review saying that you want me to continue this story! I would really appreciate it! Or don't. It's up to you. :)