Thank you for waiting guys! Back to school and hating stuff already. So, I recently found that I am Norwegian and Danish! I know have concurred that there is an excuse for any violence. I have Viking blood. Lol, off-track. Enjoy chapter 4.

I bit my nails as Matt sat on the couch with August, talking. I stayed in the kitchen, dread boiling. I wasn't even man enough to face August yet. Mathew was telling her about how we were countries and how everything sort of worked. The two of us could not tell her about our past yet. I would die!

"Alfred!" I looked into the living room. Canada motioned me in. I slowly walked in and looked over to August. She sat still, just staring into space.

She finally looked up to me and I swallowed audibly.

"Has everything been a lie? Or…do you still feel emotions…?" I gave a nervous laugh.

"Of course we feel!" I tried to fit into my usual heroic persona. "We are people, but we just age at different rates than normal humans do. It's kind of complicated. But when the economy, let's say, gets a big hit then we feel the hit." She nodded.

"Like during the Great Depression?" She asked. I nodded vigorously and smiled. "Can you love?"

My smiled faltered for just a second and I laughed.

"Pfft- Of course we can! I mean, yeah!" My brother watched me intently, looking for the moment when I would break. I couldn't do that in front of August, though.

"Can I meet the other countries?" August gazed at me pleadingly. I bit my lip and looked to Canada.

"Um, you really want to meet them, eh?" he asked her. She smiled a bit. "You've already met Ukraine, considering she is dating your brother."

"Seriously? Cool!" I chortled and poked her head.

"Why don't you come with us to our meeting?"

She beamed brightly at me. "I would absolutely love to!"

I licked my lips as we walked into the conference hall. August looked around at everyone and was amazed that there were so many people. Germany to one glance at us and sighed loudly before making his way over and giving me an exasperated look. I smiled and shook my head at the strict country. He was not going to be happy about this one…

"Ameri—Alfred, why is she here?" He glowered at me.

"She knows. So there is no reason to be all 'Rawr, you screwed up another thing' and that sort of shit." August rolled her eyes at me and smiled gratefully.

"So, you must be Germany." He nodded and they shook hands. August bounced off and immediately started chatting with Italy and Hungary. She always told me how anti-social she was and here was that same person, chatting it up with complete strangers—no, countries! I turned back to Germany and gave a small smile. He shook his head.

"Why?"

"Well…"

Matt and I explained everything to him and he sighed.

"Shizah…I don't know you two. What are you going to do with your little memory problem?" I shrugged.

"I am not so sure on that one."

He pinched the bridge of his nose and watched me with concern. "You need to figure this out, and quickly. If she doesn't remember soon, she might not be a country again, and not be able to grow at the same rate as you." My heart sank. So, in a nutshell, he was saying that if I didn't hurry and find a way to get her memory back, I would lose the love of my life.

Wonderfucking'ful!

I stepped over to August and tapped her shoulder. She looked up at me.

"Hey, Alfie!" I blinked.

"Alfie?" She stared at me for a moment and then looked rejected.

"I didn't say that."

"Yes, you did."

"No, honestly Alfred, you're hearing things…" I twitched a bit and was about to say something when I felt an evil aura…

"Russia! Hey, when did you get there?" I scratched the back of my head nervously.

"Is this the sister of the man dating Ukraine?" I looked to August.

"Who? Her? No—! Have you gotten taller?" August glanced up at him and smiled.

"Hi! I'm August. Who are you?"

"I am Russia. My human name is Ivan. I am the brother of Ukraine and Belarus." She smiled gingerly and they started up a conversation. I looked to Hungary for help.

She was staring at me.

"Um, what?" She shook her head.

"Oh, nothing, nothing… Alfred?" I straightened up.

"Yes?"

"Do you know if she likes you?"

"No, I am not sure." Hungary scoffed and shook her head. When our eyes met, she had a knowing look in her eyes.

"Alfie? She never calls you that? According to her it is your pet name, just not around you apparently." I stared at her and finally decided to give up on figuring out woman talk. It was difficult and takes a lot of effort.

"Does August ever talk about me?" She gave a choked laugh.

"Oh, all of the time!" I bit my lip. Did August like me and I didn't know? I needed to tell her soon. The days were passing by so fast and if I didn't at least get her to remember that she was a country then I would lose her. I didn't care if I never got to love her again; I just wanted her back, girlfriend or enemy. August was mine, and I would give anything to have her by my side one more time.

"America!" England strided over and cleared his throat. "I see you told her." His emerald eyes shifted to my love. She had also started to talk to Belarus. They were having a nice chat while I was over here worrying about her.

"Yeah, she took it surprisingly well." I mumbled.

"Well, that's considering her grandmother is the gypsy who separated you in the first place."

What?

"What?" Arthur looked to me with sympathy.

"Yes. She is living between time and Flying Mint Bunny has been helping me find her. Some of my faeries found her. One day she just vanished and this is why. To challenge her granddaughter. Her mother wasn't exactly for what she was doing, but it was the only way of making sure that August didn't fall in love with a monster like her father. Her father never really loved her mother. It was only because she became pregnant with Robbi that they got married."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I closed my eyes and take a shaky breath.

"Are you alright." England asked. I nodded and watched August intensely.

"How do I get her memory back?" He was silent for a minute before answering with the worst possible answer: "I don't know."

Dun dun dun! Now the real drama starts.