They were all in the huge meeting room. The countries seemed confused. Britain looked around. No one seemed to remember anything. He found Canada and he met his haunted gaze. He remembered. Sweden remembered too. So did Germany, Iceland, Prussia, and Italy. China too.
Then Japan tapped China on the shoulder. China eyes almost overflowed with tears, he was so happy to his little little brother alive and well. "Do you know where…," Japan trailed off, noticing the tears. "Are you alright, China?" China inhaled sharply, and nodded, blinking the tears away. "Yes, aru. What is it?" Japan frowned, but didn't press it.
"Do you know where Hungary went?" China shook his head. Japan gave him a nod, and thanked him, walking away in search of her. China looked after him in bewilderment. "He doesn't remember." They looked at each other in shock, except Sweden of course, and then he froze. Several nations turned to see Finland chatting with Estonia. Sweden immediately left to go to him.
Everyone was starting to search the bustling crowd. Trying to find their lost ones. Then Italy squealed in delight, and ran toward a figure, and tackled the person. "Get off me, you stupid bastardo!" Germany even smiled. Romano.
They spotted France, Sealand, Austria, everyone who died. Then America bounded up. "Hey dudes, what's up?" Canada and Britain looked at him in relief. Canada quickly gave America a firm hug, almost crying again.
"Whoa, man, what's with you?" Canada smiled. "Nothing."
After the meeting, those who had lived, those that remembered, gathered. "No one remembers," Germany said. "Except you all and me, the awesome Prussia!" Britain brushed it off. "Well, are we going to tell them?" Complete silence. "No, aru. We can't burden them with that, and it's better they don't remember." They all agreed.
Britain and Canada drove America home, which confused him, and they kept hovering over him. Weird. He got inside and immediately went to bed. He felt strangely tired, for some reason. He got in, and pulled the covers up, and fell asleep.
She bent down to poke him, almost gently, but a sharp pain erupted, and he fell to the floor, which wasn't very far. He vaguely heard people calling his name, and he felt something trying to smother him, but he concentrated on breathing, on staying alive. He had to stay alive.
"Where is my brother?" she hissed. He couldn't concentrate on them now, he had to keep breathing. He heard scuffling, and he saw her about to kill Prussia. He remembered. Russia was downstairs. Wait, keep breathing. Now answer. He choked it out, not even sure about what he said.
He felt himself being lifted, then set down. It was cold, and he hurt so bad. His lungs stopped going, and he used up most of his power reserve to get air inside, but he felt it, the pain, and it was all over him. He was almost gone. His power failed right then, and he used his eyes.
He looked up to see Canada and Britain, who looked down at him. He couldn't even register their expressions. And he slipped away.
He bolted upright, sweating and breathing hard. "W-What…..what the hell?!"
