OMG! I am so very sorry. I got carried away with reading fics instead of writing mine. and I've been sick all week too. i should have written with all that time i had, but i didn't. sad day.

I would punch the younger me's in the face if it wouldn't hurt me as well.

After the frying pan incident, Gil just had to experiment with hitting us. we tied him up and threw him in the corner with Nazi. After gagging them both. Because let's face it. They're both annoying as all FUCK.

"Ve~! Doitsu! Doitsu! Why is there more of you than you?" Feliciano asked, wrapping his arms around me.

I felt an even worse headache forming. "No matter how you phrase that, it will not get any less confusing." I mumble, rubbing my temples.

"Ve~? Why not?" He tilted his head to the side in his adorable quizzical manner. I felt my cheeks get warmer, so I looked away and coughed. When I looked back at him, Italy had gotten a sudden fascination with the youngest me. Wow. Never thought that I would ever say that to myself.

"Who are you?" Italy asked.

"Ludwig." Holy Roman said. Douche.

"Which one? You all look the same! Ve~!" Italy did the little spazz fit he does.

"I'm Holy Roman Empire. Why is it so important to you?" Okay, the kid's a douche. Kinda timid and soft-spoken, but a douche none the less.

Italy actually paled, and shook his head slightly, like he couldn't believe it. "N-no... You... But..." He couldn't even get out a full sentence. He let go of me and backed into the wall behind us.

"Italy? Are you okay?" I ask, seriously worried for my cute friend... WHO'S NOT CUTE!

"Holy Roma was... Is... Germany?"

That caused an uproar in the European nations.

They kept saying things like "That cant be!" and "How is that possible?" And some even started accusing my brother for not following commands. I even heard Spain ask France if he had even done the job right. I wasn't paying to much attention to them, my concerns were on Italy.

"EVERYONE SHUT UP!" Prussia yells, and everyone's attention turns to my brother, who is standing on the conference table. I glare slightly, till I see his face. I don't think he was ever this serious before.

"I can't keep this a secret anymore, due to weird... split personalities to the extreme." He said, jumping off the table.

"Please, continue, mon cher."

"Si, mi amigo."

"Shut up, I'm getting there!" He said, looking as though he was trying to find the right words.

"Okay... Here goes: After the thirty years war, I went to go find my little brother. He told me to look for him if he didn't return on time, because he made a promise to someone he really liked." He paused. "When I found him, he was really close to disappearing. His emperor had abolished his empire; Holy Rome was no more."

"I think I scared him... Or maybe the war had hurt his mentality more than I thought. Or maybe he thought I was going to..." He trailed off, then took a deep breath. "He ran from me. I have no clue as to why he did, to be honest, but he ran. Right into France." He paused again and glared at France. If looks could kill, France would be permanently wiped from the face of the planet.

"France... Well, Ludwig should have died from France's knife. France left, and I thought I lost my brother." He took another deep breath, but this time it was obvious that he was trying to keep calm. "I did what I could to keep him from bleeding out, and I took him back to our house. I didn't know what to do."

He shook his head, as if to get his thoughts together. "He wouldn't wake up. He got really cold, and I thought he was dead many times. I... was really scared."

"After a while, he healed from his injuries, but he still wasn't waking up. He got sick, and he could barely breathe without coughing. His fever wouldn't break, but he still hadn't woken up."

"I had left the room for something -I forget what exactly- but when I got back, he was sitting up, fully awake and aware that something was wrong."

"The first thing he said to me was 'who are you?'" Here, he chuckled dryly. "I went through all of that, and he didn't even remember my name. Or his own, for that matter. He asked me who he was, and I got scared again. Holy Rome wasn't around anymore, and if the other nations knew that the personification of said ex-empire was still alive, they would feel threatened and they may actually succeed in killing him the next time."

"I told him his human name first. He seemed appeased to know that he was known by something. And me, being the idiot, gave him back his old name. I remember thinking 'That's a great thing to do! If you want to protect him, give him a name they all know him by!'"

He smiled slightly. "Holy Rome's lands covered a lot of Europe. Most of which had personifications for the countries already. That's when the idea hit me. Sometimes, the safest place to be is in the heart of danger."

"I'd give him a country to personify. One that was in the middle of the once empire."

"I gave him Germany."

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OMG! I am so tempted to make Italy beat up France. So now the world knows what even Germany didn't know. How will they react? I DON'T KNOW! Send ideas in the reviews.

You know I feed on them.

God this seems so much longer on MSWord.