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Chapter Three: I Have a Brother

Arthur and Alfred returned to their cabin from canoeing on the lake to find Feliciano hugging his knees and singing softly in Italian on his bed.

"Feliciano? Are you okay?" Alfred immediately rushed over to him. Feliciano didn't look up.

"What happened?" Arthur tried to place a comforting hand on Feliciano's back, only for the Italian to suddenly shriek in terror and scoot away.

"S-Stay away from me!" he squeaked, terrified. Arthur shot Alfred a confused look. Alfred shrugged. He didn't know what was going on either. They met each other's eyes and silently agreed to back off. As quietly as possible, they stepped back outside the cabin.

"What's up with him?" Alfred said. "D'you think we should call Will?"

Arthur frowned. Feliciano's behavior bothered him. "I think we should just wait for it to pass, whatever it is. Once he's calmed down we can talk with him."

Alfred nodded solemnly, then brightened up. "Hey, Iggy, you wanna go to the arena?"

"Sure," Arthur agreed. As they walked toward the arena, he asked, "Alfred, why do always like to call me Iggy? My name is Arthur; I can't find any connection."

Alfred looked thoughtful, an expression that was not commonly seen on his face. "I… I don't know. I just feel like I call you that a lot. I can't remember what the connection is either."

Arthur shrugged as they pushed open the arena door. The few campers that were there looked up, saw the duo, and cleared out almost immediately.

"I don't get why they do that, either," Arthur said idly as he and Alfred made their way to the weapons rack, picking out their usual swords. "It's not as though we'll suddenly decide to attack them."

"Nah, we're just too good for them!" Alfred replied cheerfully. "Let's go one-on-one, Artie! First one to get knocked down loses!"

"Alright, fine," Arthur said. "And don't call me Artie!"

"Ve, there you are!"

The cheerful, Italian-accented voice made both Arthur and Alfred whip around.

"Feliciano! Dude, are you feeling better?" Alfred yelled, running up to Feliciano and crushing him in a hug. Feliciano squeaked as all the air was squeezed from his lungs.

"Alfred, let go! Can't you see you're suffocating him?" Arthur scolded. He pried Alfred off. "Sorry about that, Feliciano. Are you feeling better now?"

"Sì," Feliciano replied. "Sorry about what happened in the cabin."

"What happened…? Oh, that!" Arthur suddenly remembered Feliciano screaming and scooting away from him. "What was that all about, anyway?"

"I'm not really sure," Feliciano said. "All I knew was that I didn't want you close to me."

"What about me?" Alfred asked, tugging them over to a bench. They sat down. "You didn't act like that around me."

"This is going to sound really weird," Feliciano started. Arthur realized with a start that his eyes were open. Oh, this must be really serious…

"I don't know why, but I felt terrified of you, Arthur." Feliciano's eyes were worried. "I think it has to do with our past."

"Why would I ever try to scare you?" Arthur asked, taken aback.

Feliciano shrugged. "I think the feeling was triggered, in a way."

"By what?" Alfred asked. "Do you think it might happen to me and Arthur too?"

"Well, I went to the meeting with Nico," Feliciano began. "It was a counselor meeting. And during the meeting I began to get this pounding headache, and a feeling that I had experienced something similar to that meeting before. When you two came back to the cabin, the feeling was still there, but when I saw you, Arthur, I just felt scared, and I felt like I didn't want you anywhere close to me. I don't know why."

"You're not still scared of me, are you?" Arthur asked nervously. Feliciano smiled at him. "Of course not. The feeling is gone now."

Arthur turned over everything Feliciano said in his head. Something about Feliciano's explanation bugged him. What was it? "Oh! Feliciano, did you say the meeting felt familiar?"

"Yes, both the content and the way the meeting was conducted," Feliciano answered. "Why?"

Arthur desperately wanted to ask about the meeting's topic, but continued on with his original question. "On the first day, when you and Nico came to the arena last after our tours, I got this strange feeling that it was normal for you to be late for meetings. At the time I had no idea where the idea of meetings came from, but maybe it has to do with the feeling you got today?"

"I think we can safely say that we have definitely attended meetings in the past," Alfred said. The other two stared at him. "What?"

"You're being serious and rational," Arthur said.

"Hey, it's not like I'm always goofing off! I can be serious too!"

Feliciano cleared his throat. "Anyway, I agree with Alfred; we've not only attended meetings in the past, but a lot of meetings. Otherwise, where would Arthur's feeling have come from?"

Arthur sighed. "I feel like we're trying to put together a puzzle, but there are a couple hundred pieces all scattered and hidden, and we don't know what our final result is going to be. Why can't anyone give us any straight, clear answers?"

Feliciano nodded in agreement, his eyes sliding closed. Alfred stood up and stretched his arms. "Well, no use moping about it. Hey, Feli! You wanna go one-on-one with me?"

The trio were still unclaimed by the next day, Friday, nearly two weeks since they had arrived. Nico remained the only one who knew about the way they smelled the dinner smoke.

This time, the cabins leading the two teams were Apollo and Ares. Ares had formed an alliance with Athena almost immediately (although Clarisse was obviously very unhappy with it). Will, the Apollo cabin counselor, approached the trio and asked them to join his team.

"Because," he had said, "if you guys are on the same team as Annabeth, the other team will be creamed." Of course, they had agreed; Will was one of the few campers who had treated them normally from the very beginning.

During dinner, Will beckoned Arthur over to the Apollo table before the latter could sit down. "Hey, Arthur."

"Will." Arthur greeted him, quickly walking over to the table. "What's up?"

"Could you let Alfred and Feliciano know about their positions tonight?" he asked. "I want you and Feliciano on offensive, and Alfred on border patrol."

Arthur nodded. "Sure. Nico's playing for Ares, right?" Feliciano had been rather distraught when he found out the news, and the fact that it was only a game didn't reassure him. It was only when a Demeter camper gave him something good to eat did he finally calm down.

"Yeah, so I want you to cover for Feli when you go into enemy territory," Will replied. Arthur nodded again and left, heading for the Poseidon table. He slid onto the bench next to Percy and leaned over the table to whisper to Alfred and Feliciano, "Will just told me our positions. Alfred, you're on border patrol. Feliciano is on the offensive with me."

Feliciano made a pouty face. "Why does everyone like putting me on the offensive?"

Alfred rolled his eyes. "Because you run fast. Didn't you figure it out?"

Percy turned to them. "Hey, you might not want to discuss your plans in front of someone from the other team."

Nico huffed in annoyance. "Even if I heard it, I can't do anything about it."

"You could tell Annabeth, I'm sure she could think of something to counter it," Feliciano suggested.

"Feliciano!" Arthur cried in exasperation. Alfred face-palmed, and Percy heaved a heavy sigh as Feliciano smiled happily, completely oblivious to what he had just done.

The game started the same way as last time. Chiron declared which team was which, and which cabin led each team. Just as before, he spread his hands and the weapons, shields, and armor magically appeared. Arthur took up his usual sword, but this time didn't even take the breastplate. He found Feliciano talking to an Aphrodite camper.

"And she was really pretty! Oh, but you're pretty too, you know that?" he was saying. The Aphrodite girl giggled flirtatiously. Arthur marched up to the pair and literally grabbed Feliciano and dragged him away. The girl waved daintily to him as they left.

"Aww, Arthur, why'd you do that?" Feliciano complained once Arthur let go of him.

"In case you hadn't noticed, the game is starting," Arthur growled. "We have to get in position. Do you have all your equipment?"

Feliciano held up his spear. "All I need is this!"

Arthur nodded. "Let's go, then." He and Feliciano pushed their way towards the front of the red team. The horn sounded and the game began. Out of the corner of his eye, Arthur saw Feliciano's smile drop from his face as the brunette glanced (if it is possible to glance with closed eyes) around, taking in his surroundings as clashes broke out between the blue and red teams. Arthur analyzed the situation as well. Most of the campers had already left the clearing next to the stream, and he could see Alfred drawing attention to himself, holding off the blue team and creating an opening for them. Feliciano clearly saw this as well, and lightly tapped Arthur's shoulder before dashing across the stream. Arthur followed, trying to keep up with the swift-footed Italian while focusing his mind, in case he needed his magic.

Feliciano and Arthur wove through the trees, avoiding the blue defenders. Eventually they met a group of defenders in a small clearing. Without hesitation the pair sprang into battle. A few thunks and flashes of light later, the defenders were groaning on the ground as Feliciano and Arthur continued into the trees, the last traces of Arthur's bluish-green magic flickering out of existence in their wake.

They finally skidded to a halt at the edge of a small field, and what seemed like half the blue team was spread across it. In the middle was a large pile of boulders. Perched on top of the boulders was the blue flag, a red banner with a boar's head and a spear on it.

"There are a lot of defenders," Arthur noted. "We'll need a distraction of some sort." Feliciano nodded. "Do you think we should wait a little?" he asked.

"Let's see if any of our players get over here," Arthur replied. "If none show up within three minutes, then I'll create a distraction." Feliciano nodded, and Arthur closed his eyes, attempting an invisibility charm. He had been experimenting and practicing it for a few days but it wasn't perfect yet. Hopefully, under the cover of a darkening sky, it would be enough. They settled in to wait.

About a minute later, some of the blue defenders left the clearing, probably to go on the offensive. Just when Arthur was going to release the charm and create his distraction, someone stumbled into him. The spell dissipated, and Arthur cursed inwardly. He and Feliciano spun around, ready to take on whoever it was. Feliciano immediately thrust out his spear, causing Conner and Travis Stoll, twin counselors of the Hermes cabin and also playing for red, to stumble back with their hands up. Seeing who it was, Feliciano lowered the spear. Both campers sighed in relief before breaking into identical grins.

"Great, you two are here," Connor (or was it Travis?) whispered. "Now maybe we actually have a chance."

Arthur rolled his eyes. "Do you have a plan?"

The twins glanced at each other. "Well… no."

Arthur scowled. "Then we'll go with mine. See all those defenders? We can't just charge past them. We'll need a distraction of some sort so that Feliciano will have an opening to get the flag."

Connor rubbed his hands together. "If it's a distraction you want, it's a distraction you'll get."

Needless to say the blue defenders were quite startled when a horde of fairies, spirits, ghosts, and red campers burst out of the trees. Several screamed and fled. Others swiped at the creatures, which appeared to always flit out of reach just in time. Some of the more perceptive defenders might have noticed the "red players" had blurred, generic faces in the daytime, but under the dark night sky with the clearing barely lit it was getting harder and harder to see.

In reality, they were all illusions, except for Connor, who was leading the illusory red team. Several times the "fairies" and "spirits" really did get hit, but, as everyone knows, one cannot hit an illusion with a sword, even if it was a Celestial bronze blade, but Arthur controlled the illusions in such a way that they appeared to dodge when they had really been hit. It wouldn't last long, though. Some defenders were already becoming confused as to why their weapons never connected with their opponents', even though Connor raced around intercepting swords and spears, trying to wreck as much havoc as possible before Arthur's illusion failed. In the midst of the confusion, two actual red players slipped into the field and headed for the pile of boulders.

Nico di Angelo had been put on guard duty. He was required to stay by the flag, because Annabeth was absolutely sure Feliciano would be sent to take the flag. She was right. He drew his sword as the Italian dashed out of the trees with Travis by his side. Both had their spears drawn. Surprisingly, they skidded to a stop a few yards away from Nico.

Feliciano pointed his spear at Nico. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way," he said, all cheerfulness gone from his voice. "If you don't move, we'll make you." Nico gulped nervously, but raised his sword in a ready stance. He was so focused on Feliciano that he hadn't noticed Travis slip around to his side. At a slight nod from Feliciano, the Hermes camper lunged, knocking Nico off his feet. Feliciano dashed past him and snatched the flag so quickly that for a moment Nico couldn't comprehend the fact that Feliciano was no longer in front of him and that said brunette was running like the wind back towards the creek. Travis leaped up and followed. Nico cursed and reached into his shirt, pulling out a whistle and blowing hard, sending a shrill whistle blast through the trees. This was the signal for any blue player close to the creek to be alert, and that the blue flag had been taken. Then he joined the chaos in the clearing around the boulder pile once known as Zeus's Fist. Nico concentrated as he fought, trying to control the ghosts. Not a single one responded. The realization hit him as all the fairies, ghosts, spirits, and campers disappeared.

Illusions! He should've known from the moment he saw Feliciano that Arthur would be the Italian's cover. Nico's dark eyes swept the edge of the clearing, knowing from personal experience that performing magic as big and complex as the illusion would take a lot of energy. Sure enough, there was a disturbance near the bushes. He slipped through the confused defenders and headed for the trees. The rustling started moving away from him, but it was much too slow.

"Got you!" Nico burst through the branches, practically pouncing onto Arthur. Nico's sword was drawn, but it was clear at once that Arthur was in no state to defend himself. His emerald eyes were dulled, his footsteps heavy and the tip of his sword dragged on the ground. The illusions had clearly taken their toll on him. Arthur looked at Nico tiredly and said, "I'm not going to fight."

Nico didn't relax as he placed a hand onto Arthur's shoulder. "To the jail, then," he said, turning the blonde towards the blue prison. Distantly, both of them heard cheers erupt from the direction of the stream. "Or not," Nico amended. The words were barely out of his mouth when a scream split the air, a scream filled with pain. There was only once person it could have come from. Nico and Arthur locked eyes, and immediately they turned around and rushed for the stream, hoping desperately that Feliciano was all right.

After he grabbed the flag, Feliciano turned and shot towards the creek like a rocket, running as fast as his legs would carry him. The whistle rang out behind him, and it was immediately obvious as to what it signaled; every visible blue player in front of him whipped around with weapons drawn. Feliciano tried to shove them out of the way with his spear, but using a spear with only one hand is not the most powerful or effective way to use a long range weapon. He struggled to dodge the oncoming defenders, darting from side to side. Just hold on a little longer! To his relief, he could see reinforcements running towards him. He barreled his way through two blue defenders and shoved the flag into another Hermes camper's hands. The guy took the flag and ran for the creek, less than twenty yards away. Cheers exploded from the red team's side as he leaped over, the flag shimmering and changing to white with a caduceus in the middle.

Feliciano stumbled to a stop, the adrenaline fading. His heartbeat slowed, but not by much; he'd noticed early on that his heart beat abnormally fast. Not that he knew why. He lowered his spear and relaxed. The wind felt cool and gentle on his tired body – until a sharp pain suddenly ripped through his abdomen. Feliciano couldn't stop his scream. The pain was like a sharp blade carving its way through his body, going from his right hip to just below his rib cage. Feliciano's legs gave out, and he crumpled to the ground. He was vaguely aware of campers running towards him from both sides of the creek. Alfred was there in an instant, cradling Feliciano's body. Feliciano barely heard him say, "Feliciano, stay with me! What's wrong? Feliciano!" before he slipped into unconsciousness.

Arthur and Nico ran up to see a crowd of campers already gathered by the creek. Everyone was trying to see what happened, the flags forgotten. Arthur reached the edge of the crowd and shoved through to the middle. The sight that met his eyes made his heart drop into his stomach.

Alfred knelt on the ground, cradling a passed-out Feliciano's head in his arms. Feliciano barely seemed to be breathing, but strangely there was no visible wound anywhere. Arthur knelt down next to Alfred. "What happened?"

Alfred shrugged. "I don't know. Feliciano just screamed and fell down. No one was anywhere close to him."

Arthur gently placed a hand on Feliciano's forehead. It felt normal, and he gently moved his hands to Feliciano's neck, feeling for a pulse. His own heartbeat quickened when he found that Feliciano's pulse had dropped to that of a normal person's.

"Something's not right," Arthur mumbled, lightly skimming his fingers over the rest of Feliciano's body. "Why isn't he waking up?"

Both Alfred and Arthur looked up when they heard hooves. Chiron carefully stepped to Feliciano's side and looked him over. His face darkened with worry.

"Everyone, return to your cabins," he ordered. "Except Will. Will, come here."

There were unsatisfied mutterings from the crowd, but Clarisse shouted, "You heard him! Back to your cabins!" and the campers obeyed and left the clearing. Will pushed through the retreating backs of the campers and ran over with Nico by his side.

"Will, can you tell what happened?" Chiron asked. "According to Alfred, Feliciano just collapsed without warning. And it doesn't seem like Arthur has found anything wrong yet."

"Hmm." Will knelt down and repeated Arthur's actions, checking Feliciano's pulse and temperature. "Weird… His temperature's fine, and his pulse is normal, but I don't see any injuries. He's fine, apart from the fact that he suddenly dropped unconscious."

Arthur hesitated before saying, "No, he's not. His heart's beating too slowly."

Nico felt Feliciano's neck, and gave Arthur a strange look. "Slowly? Even I can tell that's normal for people. And I'm not a medic."

Alfred shook his head. "No, his pulse should be at this speed." He grabbed Will and Nico's hands and pressed them to his own neck. Will's eyes widened at the rapid drumming he felt under his fingers. "What the heck? Arthur, is your pulse like that too?"

Arthur nodded reluctantly.

Will stood up, looking visibly disturbed. "Something's not right. I want the three of you to spend the night in the infirmary. I'll get my siblings to do a thorough checkup. Hopefully Feliciano can tell us what happened when he wakes up." His tone made it clear he would not take no for an answer.

For the second time, Arthur found himself in the infirmary after a capture the flag game, this time with his friends lying in the beds next to him. True to his word, Will had gathered the rest of the Apollo cabin and led a complete medical checkup. They were still analyzing their data, but from what Arthur had heard they hadn't drawn any conclusions yet. He sighed. Maybe if his memories returned their questions would be answered. Arthur suddenly wondered why he had lost his memories in the first place. Did he really get amnesia? Or did someone take them? In the world of demigods and monsters, that was definitely possible.

"Hey, Alfred," he called to the sandy-haired boy. "How do you think we lost our memories?"

Alfred blinked. "How?"

"Yeah. Did we really just lose them, or did someone take them from us?"

Alfred looked thoughtful. "I don't know, but it doesn't seem likely for three overage demigods to show up at camp, all together, and all without memories. Someone must have taken them, or maybe erased them."

"Mmm," Arthur said thoughtfully. He glanced around the dark, empty infirmary before saying, "We're not demigods, are we?"

Alfred nodded. "Definitely. Don't know how I know, but it's definitely true."

"I don't think we're mortal though," Arthur continued. "At least, not entirely mortal."

"What are we, then?" Alfred asked. "The other nymphs and satyrs at camp would probably be able to tell if we're something else."

Arthur was trying to think of a reply when he was interrupted by a groan. Feliciano was awake.

"Feliciano! Are you okay?" Alfred was by the Italian's bed in an instant.

"Ow…" Feliciano rubbed his head. "It hurts… and I have a headache."

Arthur swung his legs over the side of his bed so he was facing the other two. "Where does it hurt?"

Feliciano traced his hand along his abdomen. "Here, up to here. It feels like a cut, but nothing's there."

"That's weird," Arthur said, frowning. "Why would you feel something that isn't there?"

"Maybe he was feeling someone else's pain," Alfred suggested.

"Oh, don't be silly Alfred, that's not possible…" Arthur started to scold the younger boy but stopped when Feliciano's eyes flicked open.

"I think he's right," Feliciano said, brown eyes flickering with a mixture of hope and uncertainty. "This pain isn't mine, it's someone else's. A relative, probably."

"Who, then?" Arthur asked. "That relative that told you about mythology?"

"Or maybe a sibling?" Alfred suggested. "Like a twin. A twin would make sense."

Feliciano nodded. "I think-" He suddenly gasped and clutched his head. A low moan escaped his lips.

"Feliciano? What's happening?" Alfred asked worriedly.

"My head," Feliciano groaned. "It hurts."

The other two had no choice but to wait for Feliciano's pain to subside. Feliciano finally calmed down, taking deep breaths.

"Are you feeling better now, Feliciano?" Arthur asked. Feliciano nodded.

"Alfred is right," he said. "I know where my pain is coming from."

"Where?" Alfred asked. "Wait, do you actually have a sibling?"

Feliciano nodded. "I have a brother. And he's been recently injured. This pain isn't mine, it's his. I'm sure of it."

Happy Memorial Day to all you Americans! Since I'm American and therefore have a day off, I decided to finish this chapter. Yay!

I have been getting this question over and over: When are Canada and Romano going to appear?

Well, there are two ways to answer this.

1) Go read my story on Quotev. Because FanFiction doesn't allow "chapters" with just a title or table of contents or something on it, I wasn't quite sure how to show the different parts. But Quotev is a lot more relaxed, so it should be a little clearer.

2) I have re-edited the titles of each chapter. The first number is the part and the second number is the chapter. In the first chapter of every part I will write the part's name.

Some of you may notice that the part's name is similar the chapter names in the Hetalia fangame Hetalia Quest or Hetaquest. This story is based on Hetaquest. Barely. Only a little.

If you guys are still confused, PM me. And thank you to everyone who reviewed!