A/N hi everyone! This is the last chapter before the epilogue/very last chapter/whatever you call it! O.O

I'm doing the pov for the memories returning from Emily because I know the most about her history and I wanted the perspective to be from one of the sisters. Also, Madam Natalya of Awesomeness brought up a good point, so I included explanation of the needle in there.

Here you go!

Emily felt her entire life come crashing around her like a raging river. She was pulled under, and she fell softly down into a field. Everything was so big to her, except her brother, who stood next to her, frightened. One of the two men came up to them, kneeling down to their size. He seemed nice. But who was the person behind him? He was covering his face with his hands as he sat. He was sad? Oh no! They rushed over to him and Emily tugged on his shirt. He lowered his hands slowly and revealed his face. England?

Flashes of the journey, the arrival, building the colonies up raced before her eyes. Annoyance filled her as they were taxed with out representation. She watched as tea cascaded over the sides of a ship in the Boston Harbour. Then sadness, anger, a need for freedom, and more unnamed emotions ran through her, and she stood defiantly in a field next to Al, her hair and outfit soaked with rainwater.

"We need our freedom!" Al shouted through the downpour at two figures standing opposite him. The England siblings.

"I won't allow it!" Arthur rushed at her brother with his bayonet. The atmosphere rippled and she stood across from her brother instead. They charged at each other, backed by their own armies, and as they were about to clash, the space around her changed and she was thrown forward by momentum.

She skidded onto the floor of her's and Al's house. She watched as letters piled up at the door. The Boss had told her not to open or touch them. "They want us to come out of isolationism," he had said. She stood herself up and it was the roaring twenties. She danced with her brother at a speakeasy, doing the Charleston. Suddenly, she and her brother collapsed to the ground as a sense of dread and depression overwhelmed them. She spun head over heels into Hawaii as Japanese aircraft flew overhead, dropping bombs onto her fleet of war ships. One of the blasts threw her backward and she landed in the middle of an enormous crowd. She heard a voice say, "I have a dream today!" and the crowd exploded in applause.

Suddenly, she was dressed in loose, colorful clothing with beads hanging from her neck and a headband poofing up her hair. She looked to her left and saw Al walking with her, sporting a tie die shirt and peace sign necklace. His outfit dulled in color as it dissolved back into his bomber jacket and brown clothes. He lay weakly on his bed, keeping tissues to his nose to try and ebb the blood flow. She was doing the same from her own bed. She slowly turned her head toward a calendar hanging on the wall. It was September 11, 2001.

The numbers changed and it was November 8, 2008. She sat up and looked the other way to see Alfred cheering as Barack Obama, the first African American president, was elected to office. Lights flashed painfully in her eyes and she was tightly bound to a chair. The Boss adavanced on her, syringe in hand. Time skipped forward and she watched from the sidewalk as Alice and Arthur locked eyes. She ran to catch up with Alice, pitching herself into the mob of people. She pushed through them and ended up in Maria's basement, no, the hotel. Wait, the files!

"I need to get the files," she heard herself say.

Arthur said, "The members of the USC might already be there, and I won't allow you to get captured!"

I won't allow it!

The sentence echoed in her mind, as she now knew where she had heard him say it before. She ran ahead of everyone to the front doors of the hotel. She pushed them outward into the bright sunlight and stumbled onto the lawn outside the building where she had been kept for three days, into Arthur's arms. She looked up at him and he smiled. The world around her dissolved into light and her eyes flew open. She was back in the truck with everyone.

She saw Alfred snap out of his daze and was looking around, bewildered. The others were still staring at nothing, reclaiming their memories, for they had many more than the Americans did.

But they didn't stay that way for long.

Seconds later, Alice and Alfred jerked awake. Emily realized in horror that she was still holding certain Englishman's hand. The couples lookes at each other in shock before pulling away from each other, turning opposite ways.

Maria and Gilbert couldn't help it. They started snickering.

Arthur and Albert turned to face them, their glares burning holes into the Prussian siblings' souls.

"Why would you tell us that we were...you know...?!" Arthur said angrily at them.

"I'm not allowed to tell you my reasoning, but I can assure you it was a noble cause," Maria said, still smiling.

"But she is.." Alfred beckoned to Alice, who was hiding her face, "his," he pointed at Arthur, "..ya know...sis!" He blushed even more.

Germany got up and said, "Let's just calm down, we have bigger things to worry about. This isn't over yet. We still need to retrieve everyone's lost sibling and give the antidote to everybody."

He sat down with a sigh, blushing a little as he recalled the detail that he and Veneziano's sister had been secretly going out for over a year before they had lost their memories.

Tense silence followed, which slowly escalated into chaos as the nations began to argue about which of their siblings would be saved first.

"Are you kidding me? My sorella is still with those idiots!"

"Yes, well so is ma soeur!"

"I want my sister back, too, da?"

"They might not give her any tomatoes!"

"What if they keep her away from pasta, or she doesn't have any art supplies!?"

"What about my sis, aru?"

"Everyone just shut up!"

They quieted down and looked at Germany, who had stood up once again.

"The longer we fight, the longer it will take to get anyone's sibling back. Now let's get a move on and have England go talk to the Queen to figure things out."

"We can walk from here," Madison said.

"Great, then everyone out!"

They hefted the trunk door open and spilled out, forming a somewhat manageable clump. Unlike in the truck, they were mostly quiet, only sometimes saying something briefly to one another.

As they walked, the American siblings and the English siblings were thinking the same thing: Were our feelings just a prank and nothing more? If so, then why do I still feel...that way?

America and England admitted to themselves, I can't get her out of my mind.

Emily and Alice thought, Even if it was a joke, I still felt for him before, I remember that now.

Suddenly, Alice thought of something off the topic of Alfred.

"Uh, Madison?" she started.

"Yes, dear?"

"How would the Boss be able to inject that needle into our brains without it being stopped by our skull?"

"Oh, while you were all unconscious a year ago, you apparently went through a surgery which made a hole in the skull, which was replaced with a durable, yet soft, material."

"That's creepy," Maria said, overhearing.

They arrived soon and were let through by guards after they spotted England. Once they were inside, England turned to them and said, "Alice and I should go talk to her alone. And because she lost her memory of Alice as well, I need the antidote."

Madison handed him the vial. No one protested about them going alone, but Maria looked disappointed about not meeting the Queen and Alice looked extremely nervous as she stepped up to her brother. He led her down the hall and vanished around a corner.

The others talked quietly for a few minutes to pass the time. Emily decided it would be a good time to ask for some advice from her bro.

"Hey, Al?" She said, looking at him with goofily big eyes.

"Hey, what?" he smiled.

"What if..um..so if..you know..ugh I don't know..."

"It's about Iggy, isn't it?"

"How did you know?"

"I'm the hero! Heroes always know these things." He looked down. "Truthfully, I was thinking about Alice as well."

"Do you think...they still feel for us?" she whispered hopefully.

"I don't know," he whispered back. Emily was surprised to hear sadness edging his voice. She realized with a start that he was afraid of losing a possible relationship with Alice.

She sighed and gave him a hug. "So what now?"

He hugged her back, saying, "We see what happens."

They pulled apart as the two they had been talking about returned.

Alice happily said, "The Queen has ordered that the leaders of each country shall be contacted and told of the situation!"

"Then," England said, "The special undercover forces of each country will be sent to contain the members of the USC and rescue the missing nations."

They all smiled with relief, patting each other on the back. They walked back outside and Madison stopped.

"I suppose I should report back," she said. "Good luck to all of you!" She turned and walked back inside, accompanied by several guards.

"So," Spain said. "What should we do now?"

France grinned and England shot him a look. "Whatever you are thinking, the answer is absolutely not."

Maria suddenly thought of an idea. "I know!"

A/N Last chapter coming soon!