Author's note: … Three chapters so close together can't be healthy for me… Especially right after I listened to a whole bunch of Vocaloids songs…R&R, enjoy!
"Pasta…" murmured the smiling Italy, fast asleep on Russia's shoulder. Russia's hand twitched, because he had the sudden urge to touch Italy's curl. I mean, thought Russia, it isn't natural to have a huge curl on the side of your head… Then again, it isn't natural to be a country… Russia grabbed Italy's curl, and tugged it slightly.
Italy's smile disappeared, and he began to moan. He also began to jerk slightly. Russia, shocked, let go of his curl. Italy yawned, and opened his tawny eyes. Russia's heart jolted, because it was the first time he saw Italy's eyes. Damn he's cute… thought Russia.
"Ve?" said Italy groggily. He looked wearily at Russia. "What's happening, Russia-san?" Russia was confused. He only touched Italy's hair… Italy looked at Russia face, then closed his eyes and smiled.
"Ve! I know what you did!" said Italy cheerfully. He pointed at his curl. "You touched my hair!"
"Umm…" said Russia, "Sorry, Italy… I didn't know what it was so… Er…" Italy laughed.
"That's okay, Russia-san! But try not to touch it because…" Italy whispered the rest of the sentence into Russia's ear. Russia turned red.
"I'm so sorry, da!" said Russia, half puzzled and half embarrassed. Italy's attention, however, had already flown out of this train of thought.
"Ve~ Russia-san, look! We're here!" he said in a sing-song voice. Russia looked away from Italy, dropping into deep thought.
I wonder… Why is Italy helping me get my memory back? And he treats me in such a warm way… Maybe he was my friend before I lost my-
"We're landing!" said Italy excitedly. Russia turned to Italy. Italy was standing up, and the sign that said to put their seatbelts on was beeping. Russia stared for a while, and then began to panic.
"ITALY! WE HAVEN'T LANDED, DA! SIT BEFORE YOU GET HURT!" yelled Russia. He had grabbed onto Italy who was confused.
"But it's more fun to stand while- Ve?!" Russia accidentally pulled Italy's pants down. Russia turned a very, very dark red.
"Thanks Finland. Bye," said Estonia, hanging up. The other Baltics looked at him.
"Well? What did Finland say?" asked Lithuania. When Belarus found out her brother was unconscious, she was angry. When she found out her brother had disappeared, she was livid. Now, the Baltics were taking refuge in Lithuania's room. Estonia sighed.
"Apparently, Russia lost his memory, and he and North Italy are travelling visiting the other nations to get his memory back," he said.
"L-lost his memory?!" said Latvia. The Batics stared at each other in silence. They jumped when they heard a bang outside.
"How the heck are we going to tell Belarus?!" said Lithuania, voicing all of their thoughts.
"WHAT IN THE NAME OF HAMBURGERS ARE YOU DOING HERE, YOU COMMUNIST SODA?!" Russia stepped back in shock. A dirty-blonde haired man with police blue eyes was glaring at him.
"… You just called me a soda, da?" said Russia. Italy pouted. Italy was clinging on to Russia's arm. A typical Italy comforting technique. As usual, it was more embarrassing than helpful, but Russia didn't mind. Besides the fact that some Americans were staring at them weirdly.
"That's mean America-kun!" said Italy, "Especially since Russia-san lost his memory!" America stared at Italy.
"Say what?!"
"Sorry, Russia! I thought you were going to blackmail me again!" said America, his annoying-as-hell laugh ringing around his house.
"It's alright, da…" said Russia. America looked fondly at the pasta box.
"Thanks for the pasta, Italy! And… er… you are giving some to England, right?" Italy nodded enthusiastically. "Good! You know his cooking… urk…" America and Italy giggled, and Russia felt as though he was missing on another joke. "So Russia, you remember anything yet?"
"Well, America, you haven't given me much to remember…" said Russia. America was being as annoying as a… well, an American.
"Well, we'll figure a way! I'm going to be the hero!" said America. Italy cheered, and Russia sighed. "Italy!"
"Yes, sir!" said Italy, saluting.
"Get us some drinks! We're going to give Russia a party!" said America. Italy cheered again, and ran to the kitchen.
"You don't need to do this…" said Russia. America smiled at him.
"Yes we do! We have a lot of history together, so if you get to know the hero, maybe you'll remember how you, well… feel about me," said America, laughing. Russia sighed again. America opened his Nintendo Wii, and inserted his Super Smash Bros Brawl game. "Even if you don't get a bit of your memory back, at least you would've had a fun time, right?" Russia smiled at him.
"Da."
"Ve?!" said Italy, looking at the clock. "We've been here too long, Russia-san! We've got to get going!"
"Aww," groaned America, "I'm going to be alone again…" Russia and Italy stood up.
"Thanks for the vodka, America! Can I come and visit you again?" asked Russia. America gave Russia the most sincere smile he had ever given.
"Yes! And remember, I'm leading 50 to 10, Russia!" he said. Italy laughed, not realizing that it meant he had lost all the matches. Russia rolled his eyes in fake exasperation.
"Keep rubbing it in, da?" he said sarcastically. The trio laughed, as though they were old friends. Something clicked in Russia's mind. A word.
"Bye America-kun~" said Italy.
"Bye… comrade," said Russia, not realizing how hurt that made America feel.
"See you two in the next world meeting!" said America cheerfully. When they had left the house, America stopped smiling.
"… If Russia stays like this… we could be friends…" said America, hurt trickling into his voice. America, though knowing it was selfish, wished Russia wouldn't get his memory back.
Author's Note: Okay, America's done! And that annoying America joke is just a JOKE, da? So the remaining characters are Germany, Japan, England, France, Spain, , Austria, and Poland. Include who you want to see next IN YOUR REVIEWS. I'm going to stop after a certain amount of chapters, so pick wisely! :D
