A/N: Thank you so much to those of you who reviewed, JapanFangirl talktoJapanandDIE and Leo et Lab. You guys are the best. Here is Chapter 2, enjoy.
7 years after
New York City, America
Alfred, who was once the infallible nation of America, let out a surprised yelp as he slipped and hit the floor, hard. His brother, Matthew, previously Canada, ran into the entry way from the kitchen. Seeing his brother lying on the floor, he shook his head, muttering, "What did I tell you about snowy boots, Al?"
Alfred looked up sheepishly at his brother, "Don't leave them in the middle of the floor because the snow melts and becomes water…" He looked back down at the boots lying in a small puddle. Matthew tried to help him up, but he groaned when he tried to move his left leg.
"Damn, I think I broke it," He grumbled.
Matthew couldn't help laughing, "See Al, this is why we listen to our responsible younger brothers." He helped Al up, letting Al use him for balance, "Come on, I will drive you to the hospital, let me just grab my laptop."
A twenty minute car ride and lots of complaining later, Alfred and Matthew found themselves in the ER. Al checked in and then sat down next to Matthew, who was already typing furiously at his computer. "How's the new novel coming?" Alfred asked.
"Not bad at all actually. I have a deadline to meet though. I am writing about the Cold War at the moment. Man, you and Russ- I mean Ivan, were ready to rip each other's throats out."
After the event seven years ago, both of the North American brothers chose to keep their memories. Alfred had gotten a job as an Architect (This sparked a lot of surprise, due to the amount of math and science this requires. Turns out Al can be smart when he wants to), and Matt had started writing "historical fiction" novels about the countries and their personification. They were hugely popular.
Nearly an hour and a half later, Alfred was called in for an x-ray and then told to wait for the doctor. Several minutes later, Al heard the door open again and was absolutely flabbergasted to see who stood before him. The man looked a little different than he remembered, but it was unmistakably him.
"Good afternoon, Alfred. I am Doctor Ivan Braginski, da~"
Alfred shook his head in effort to clear it, "Hello sir, nice to…. meet you."
All those years ago, Ivan, who was once Russia, unsurprisingly chose to loose his memories and begin afresh. Looking at him, Alfred could see that his mind was much clearer than it ever was when he was a nation. The haunted look that always lingered in his eyes, and the aura of insanity that used to surround him had dissipated, leaving a perfectly happy man. A happy man who was now Alfred's doctor.
Doctor Braginski inspected Al's leg and confirmed that it was, in fact, broken. As Ivan casted his leg, he asked Al if he had a ride home.
Alfred responded, "Yeah, my little brother is sitting in the waiting room still."
"Ah, brothers, good to have, da~"
Knowing the answer already, Al asked "Do you have any brothers?"
Ivan looked at him and smiled, "Da, I have three little brothers, a little sister, and an older sister. Unfortunately, my sisters, my youngest brother, Ravis, and I were all involved in a serious accident about seven years ago. All of us have sever amnesia and can't remember anything from before it. Two of my brothers, Eduard and Toris,were still at home and helped us adjust after."
"Oh, Eduard and Toris Braginski, I know them. We are business partners. I am an architect and they are often the investors I work with when beginning a new project." It was true that several of the countries who chose to remember chose to work closely with one and other. He knew that Russia, Lithuania, Lativia, Estonia, Belarus, and Ukraine still lived together, as the countries who chose to remember often held meetings to catch up on human life. Lithuania and Estonia were the only ones who ever came. The rest don't remember.
Ivan smiled, and Alfred realized it was the first time that smile seemed happy. "I will tell them that I saw you today, then," Ivan replied.
"Please do." Alfred smiled back. Ivan finished wrapping Al's leg and let the cast sit for a moment before letting him go.
As Al walked into the waiting room, he saw Matthew still typing away furiously at his computer. He looked up as Alfred got closer, "Defiantly broken, huh," he said, more of a statement than a question.
Al waved his hand at the comment, "Yeah, yeah, but that doesn't matter. You will never guess who my doctor was…"
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