AN- All German in this is either from my German class or from Google translate. Please let me know if there are any errors. Australian slang here and in following chapters is from

www. koalanet. com. (remove spaces)

Hetalia is not mine and never will be.

After that disturbing revelation, Matt's Hosers' Alfred/Arthur Recovery And Situation Survival Emergency Training or HARASSET (sounds like harassed, which he was between the two of them really) quickly kicked in and he began to search for some sort of shelter, some running water and some sort of food. The irony was that it wasn't even any sort of special training or really training at all, but rather experience from having to deal with his fellow nations especially the two that made it into the name.

After settling in under what appeared to be the Grandmother of all Willow Trees – which was at least as tall as a 15 story building – and a river, he built a small fire out of his briefcase and notes (after all he'd already faxed a copy to his boss) and ate the granola bar he had stored in there. Following this, Matt realized two very important things. One; he was cold as his portable space heater/ companion was missing and Two, that he could no longer feel the constant pull of his people or his land. He wasn't too concerned about the latter but what about his friend? Thinking back, he realized that Kuma-something had been walking beside him so when he ...fell so Kuma hadn't fallen with him. Being a realist, Matt quickly reassured himself that the bear would be fine, after all, he was a bear. He could hunt and he could certainly find someone to feed him- like Germany or Prussia (though they called him Knut for some reason). The bear would be alright... he tried to convince himself, missing his constant companion.

Though after opening his eyes again, he quickly decided that Kumajiro's safety was not his top priority right now.

...Getting away from a Giant Snow Leopard was.

"Câ-lisse" was all he had a chance to say before it was on him.

After a week of his awesome care, the not-so-awesome bear was still out for the count. Completely and utterly. As in watching the birdies (like his awesome Gilbird). KO'd. Went out to lunch and never came back.

However you chose to say it, the damn amnesiac bear was dead to the world.

As far as he could tell there was nothing wrong with the ingrate furball. No fever, no injuries (external or internal) and his heart was still beating. He'd even tried placing a plate of pancakes and (later) fresh salmon in front of the bear. Not even a twitch. It was like he was hibernating, only something stranger.

"Gilbird, what should I do? Canada is nowhere to be found and I am stuck with Knut."

"Peep!"

"Australia? Why him?"

"Peep! Peep!"

"You're right Gilbird! That guy's obsessed with animals, he might know what's wrong. And if not he could look after the bear until I track down Maple boy."

"Peep!"

"Kesesesesese. Laß uns gehennnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!"

Hoisting the unconscious bear under one arm, Prussia promptly began running through the hotel's corridors to find Steven. Though, after he scared several hotel staff, along with many non-nations (who had had the misfortune of booking a room at the same hotel during the same time as the World Meeting) and escaping Hotel Security (for the above), Gil decided it would be safer just to get the room assignments from his brother.

Now where could the stick-in-the-mud be? So many corridors, so little time.

Let's go left.

The screams that emanated from that direction indicated that he'd found the woman's change room for the sauna. This was turning out to be a very long day was all he could think as he ran away from an enraged Hungarian and a certain overprotective brother.

~Two Hours Later~

Looking up from the rooming list, Gil thought "Australia and Northern Ireland are in the same room? Wow, and I thought it was odd when I ended up with Hong Kong. Did Sverge just draw names out of a hat and stick them in the same room?... Meh. Doesn't matter."

Knocking on the door, Gil was promptly answered by an extremely irate Northern Ireland "What do you think you are doing knocking on the door this early in the bleeding morning? Cause I'll have you know some of us have to work later..."

Gil promptly interrupted with "You know it's eleven in the morning on a Saturday right?"

"Oh...well then." Looking somewhat embarrassed, she quickly rallied herself and said "It's still to early to be up at this god-forsaken hour. What do you want then Kraut?"

Sighing to himself at the lovely welcome (though really he shouldn't have been expecting any less, she WAS related to England after all) Gil responded with "I need to talk to Australia. Is he there?"

"Yeah he's here, give me a moment, I'll get him" With that, she turned and disappeared into the darkness of the room.

"I bet I can tell which nations drunk a little bit to much last night. Wonder why I wasn't invited..." Gil thought before a smack sound resounded and an enormous groan was heard from the room. Shuffling the weight of the carrier to the other side (where he'd hidden the bear after the mornings escapades), he waited for an exhausted Australia to trudge to the door.

"G'day. What canna I do for you?"

"Well, I have a sick animal here and I was wondering if you could take a look at him for me. Nothing I do seems to help"

At the mention of the words sick and animal, Steven brightened up considerably.

"Sure mate. I'd be happy to help the little fella." gesturing for Prussia to come inside he continued "What kinda creature is he? A cat? A bitzer?"

Glad to finally put that bear down (Gott, he was heavy.* How did the kid carry him around all the time?), he replied with "Polar Bear. Canada's to be specific."

Steven froze for a moment from where he was collecting supplies.

"Then why do you have his bear? He's NEVER separated from that bear."

He began advancing towards the Prussian

"Where is he?"

Looming over Gilbert, he then proceeded to ask :

"What have you done with my brother Figjam? "

Whipping out a very sharp looking knife out of nowhere, he continued with "And, if I don't like your answer, I'm gonna make your stay in Russia look like a cakewalk. Preferably with sharks."

*A 7 month old male bear, (which is about Kuma's size) is 50 kilograms/110 pounds. This is equivalent of carrying around an average (5ft 5in/165 cm) 14 year old boy. They're reallllllly heavy. But cute.

Translations

"Câlisse" (Québecois slang- F**k)

Laß uns gehennnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!" (Ger-Let's goooooooooooo!)

A bitzer (Australian slang- mongrel dog)

Figjam (Aus- F*ck I'm good; just ask me". Nickname for someone with a big ego)