Author's note: Chile and Argentina are going to be introduced as minor characters in this story, so understand that I'm not going to put in too much effort in creating these oc's that have little influence on the story, so if they are inaccurate I'm sorry

Chapter 21

-First Meeting Back-

September, 2015

Paris, France

Reikland sighed as he stared at the conference building. "I imagine there's going to be a lot more nations here than there were at the party?"

Prussia nodded and led him into the building. "Yeah, a lot more. The people you met at the party are just a handful of who you're going to meet here. But try not to get overwhelmed."

The dirty blonde scoffed. "Me? Overwhelmed? I'm offended you think that way. I can handle meeting a few new people."

Julia smiled as the Nordic seemed to be regaining his old confidence that he was known for.

As they entered, Varyn was taken aback by how crowded it was. There were so many new faces that he didn't know where to begin. Luckily, Julia remained by his side and introduced him to the various new nations such as Spain's sister Portugal (who Prussia told him once had a relationship with The Netherlands), Greece, Russia and his sisters, Sweden (Varyn was again irritated to meet two more nations that were taller than him), Finland (whose appearance and personality was much different than he expected), Iceland, Switzerland and his sister Liechtenstein, the Baltics, Poland, Turkey (again taller and for some reason he felt a disliking to), Egypt, and others. He met with some of the nations he already knew, but despite his earlier claim, was nervous to talk to them all, with them knowing almost everything about him but he being clueless to his relationships with them.

When all was said and done, and the nations began to take their seats, Varyn leaned close to the albino.

"Hey Julia?"

"Yes liebe?"

"Are there any other dissolved nations that come to these meetings, or is it just you?"

The Prussian thought for a moment before responding. "Well, there actually aren't that many us, as we mostly represent the people and cultures of our land, so we stay the same even if our government changes. But yes, every once in awhile I think Catalonia comes with her brother and sister. Tibet has tried to come a couple times but China usually doesn't let him. Sometimes my other siblings come if the meetings are in Germany, and even I don't always come to all the meetings."

"Catalonia? Was she ever a country?" He asked.

"Oh yeah, sorry, you don't remember her. Sofia represents Catalonia and previously the Kingdom of Aragon. She's siblings with Spain and Portugal, however she was married to Antonio for a while."

Reikland was surprised by that statement. "Wow, incest much?"

"Hardly, it was a forced marriage by their bosses and Sofia hates him, so I doubt they ever did anything. But…" the Prussian trailed off, looking around the room, "I don't see her now, so she's probably not here. Guess you'll have to meet her some other time. Oh and I almost forgot, there's also Xavier, he represents the Basque Country and previously the Kingdom of Navarre. He's kind of a hermit so it will probably be a while before you meet him... even I've only seen him like a handful of times since I've been alive."

As the last of the nations sat down, Varyn scanned the room and noticed an absence.

"Where is Canada?"

Prussia then also scanned the room in search of the Northern country, but to no avail. "I don't know; It's strange, I usually don't seem him at these events."

Varyn didn't think too hard on the matter and was beginning to mentally prepare for the meeting which he was sure to be confused by. However while doing so, a large group of dark haired and tanned people came into the room.

One man pushed himself to the front of the group to address the others in the room.

"Hey guys! Sorry we're late! We decided to stay at the same hotel and carpool over, but there was some serious traffic coming here!"

Varyn looked back at Julia in confusion.

She met his eyes and began to explain.

"Those are the Central and South Americans. They don't come that often, but when they do, they all come."

"The one who just shouted was Brazil, he's pretty energetic."

He nodded at this in understanding and looked back at the now dispersing group.

Suddenly, one of the nations noticed Reikland and Prussia and came over to where they were sitting, motioning for another man to join him along the way, which he did in reluctance. The first man was smiling happily at the two and was of a lighter complexion than the others with light brown curly hair. The second man was shorter and tanner with darker hair and looked like he didn't want to be at the meeting at all.

When they were close enough, the first man again smiled at Reikland.

"Hey Varyn! Long time no see! I don't reckon you recognize us do you?"

The dirty blonde smiled and scratched the back of his neck. "Sorry pals, but i'd be lying if I said I did."

"Ah it's alright, can't expect you to after what happened. But I am Argentina, at your service," he said, bowing sarcastically.

I already like this guy

"And this is Chile." He said, gesturing to the man standing next to him, averting their eyes.

Argentina then leaned into the two and whispered softly. "He's a little quiet."

This seemed to get the slightly darker skinned dude's attention. "I'm not quite you bastard, I just didn't see the need to speak."

Varyn was still a bit confused about the two.

"So are you guys… brothers or something?"

"Honestly, with our situation and history of growing up together, it's hard to know who's related or not. That's why I like to treat everyone like my sibling!" He then wrapped his arm around the shorter man's shoulder. "It's like we're one big and happy family!"

"Get off of me."

"Oh come on! We're best of friends!"

"No we aren't, we hate each other. And I said get off me."

"Don't be like that Chile!"

Varyn then leaned into Julia while the two were arguing. "I can definitely see the Italian influence in him."

Suddenly, the Argentinian let go of his friend. "Oh yeah! I forgot to mention our relationship! You colonized both of our southern lands! The Spanish weren't used to the colder and more mountainous terrain, so they left some of our lands alone. But your people colonized the whole southern tip of South America, as they were more accustomed to the climate. In fact, with your colony there, and your colony in Northern Canada, you practically made the America's a giant Reikish sandwich!" The man chuckled, but when he noticed that no one else was laughing, he quickly stopped.

"Eh… tough crowd… so anyways, both Chile and I are essentially part Spanish and part Reikish; so if I had to consider anyone as my brother, it would have to be Chile here! Well, besides Uruguay. But I happen to have that additional suave Italian flare." He said, flicking his hair back.

The Chilean then smirked slightly. "Yeah, makes you even more of a fag."

"Hey! Not cool dude!" Argentina grabbed the shorter man by the collar and began to shake him.

Varyn and Julia chuckled at the petty arguing of the two.

"Man, they do seem like brothers." He whispered towards the woman.

"Definitely." She responded.

Suddenly, a thought came to his mind.

"Hey," he said, interrupting the two South Americans, "what are your human names? I don't want to just refer to you guys as Argentina and Chile."

Argentina let go of Chile's collar and beamed at the other two nations. "Oh, my! I forgot! Deepest apologies Varyn! I am Mártin and Chile is Manuel! And yes, please use our human names, it would be a little weird if you didn't!"

As the Nordic slowly nodded in understanding, Mártin clapped the taller nation on the shoulder. "Anyways, it was good to catch back up with you! Let's keep in contact alright?"

Varyn grinned back at the man and nodded with agreement. "Certainly, now you get back to your real friends alright?"

Argentina laughed softly. "Hey, don't sell yourself short, we've been good friends throughout the times. But yes, we'll get out of your hair now." He then draped an arm around a very irritated Manuel's neck and dragged him forcefully away. "Let's go buddy!"

As Varyn and Julia waved goodbye, a loud "Get your hands off of me!" was heard.

When the two returned to their seats however, the meeting was about to begin, and Varyn prepared himself to be thoroughly confused.

*Le time skip*

The main part of the meeting passed rather uneventfully, with most of the matters passing over the dirty blonde's head, and as it progressed further, he got more and more bored. This must have been noticed however by the albino next to him.

"Hey, how you holding up?" She poked his arm.

He turned slightly to look at her. "Okay, I guess. I just don't understand everything that you guys are talking about."

Prussia shrugged. "Eh, you'll understand more with time, when we get home, I can teach you more stuff though."

Varyn sighed. "Thanks."

He had a lot to catch up on it appeared.

The Celtic directed his attention back to the conversation going on until his thoughts were interrupted by the woman to his right.

"Jilbird, stop shuffling around on my head. It's uncomfortable." She whispered annoyingly at the small yellow chick on top of her head.

As she spoke these words however, an earlier memory resurfaced in Varyn's mind and he leaned towards the nation.

"Hey Julia, I just remembered that I had a question for you."

"Yeah? What is it?" She asked simply, but as she turned to look at him, he was taken aback. He didn't know why he had never noticed it before, but there was a look innocence and curiosity on the Prussian's face; together with her cute violet eyes and the small bird on her head, it gave her the appearance of such kindheartedness and benevolence that the dirty blonde sat motionless, staring at the woman, any thoughts erased from his mind and awestruck that he was lucky enough to have ever gotten her as his own.

But Julia seemed to be a little weirded out by his gaze staring at her and she shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "Uh, Varyn? You okay?"

Reikland was snapped out of his trance and reddened embarrassingly. But he immediately tried to mask this by confidently running his hand through his hair. "Sorry älsk, just too stunned by your beauty."

Prussia blushed slightly and grinned. "And? Your question?"

"Uh, oh yeah. Well it was about Värjö and the animals we have."

She sighed as he still hadn't asked the question. "Aaaaaaand?"

"Well… can we communicate with them? I mean, like do they understand us when we speak to them?"

The albino scoffed. "That's your question? You made it sound like it was going to be a lot more serious."

Varyn frowned slightly at this, so she quickly continued.

"But anyways, yes we can; sort of. It's less that we can literally talk to them, but more like a general psychic understanding between us. They can understand some words, read body language, and detect tone of voice like normal animals, but there is also another deeper mental level to it because of our bonds together." But as she explained this, Julia realized it made less and less sense. "Don't ask me to explain it in depth, I don't know everything about it."

"No, no, that's fine. I think I understand it better. It's just…" he looked for the word.

"Peculiar?" She asked.

Varyn snapped his fingers at her and smiled. "Exactly."

Suddenly though, their quiet conversation was interrupted by Norway, who was sitting nearby. He didn't know which was stranger, that the man's cross shaped hair clip began ringing, or that he then took it off and began to speak quietly into it.

The Nordic man then excused himself and left the room abruptly.

When he exited, Reikland looked confusedly at the Prussian for an explanation; one eyebrow raised.

When she noticed him, she understood the question developing in his mind. "His hair clip is actually a tiny phone. Don't ask me how or why."

"Wait, but I remember him having that in one of my memories from World War One, it wasn't like that back then was it?"

"No, I think he recently replaced it in the early 2000's."

There was a brief pause as he pondered over what he just learned. "You know, you guys are all really weird."

Prussia rolled her eyes. "Var, I don't want to hear that from you."

He scoffed. "Me? Weird? You're quite mistaken älsk, for let it be known that Varyn Fjøsson is a solemn man."

She struggled not to smile and sighed.

"What? Don't believe me? Here, I'll prove how serious I am."

He then turned to Chile, who happened to be sitting next to Reikland.

"Hey Chile, would you say that it's a bit chilly in here?"

He didn't even look at him. "Varyn I will punch you in the throat."

The Celt snapped some finger guns at the shorter man. "Duly noted."

When he turned back around, Julia was face-palming with maximum effort.

"Varyn… you're so cringey."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

*Le time skip*

With the conference all said and done, and Reikland none the wiser, the nations began to rise from their seats and take the materials they brought with them.

Varyn suddenly felt a nudge at his side at turned to see Julia next to him.

"Hey, I need to talk to France and Spain for a second; don't run off now okay?"

"Gosh, what are you, my mother?"

"Considering you're almost triple my age, I don't see how that would work." She smiled while saying this and pinched him lightly before walking away.

Now standing by himself, Varyn felt the need to talk to someone else to pass the time. He scanned the room until his eyes rested upon Hungary, and a question he had been wondering about came back to him.

As he made his way to her, the brunette noticed his approach and smiled at him.

"What can I do for you Varyn?"

"Uh, hey Elizaveta, I just had a question from a little while ago."

She nodded her head. "Go on."

"Well, it was about when we were at the party, and you said that it might be better if I didn't remember what happened between us. I was just wondering… did something bad happen? Were we not good friends?"

Hungary sighed and put her hands to her hips. "Huh, I guess you picked up on that didn't you? You really are observant. But yes, I guess you deserve an explanation." She motioned for him to take a seat.

"Will it take a while?"

"No, I'd just rather sit and talk than stand."

When seated, Varyn looked towards the woman in front of him, ready for what she had to tell him. "So I guess it's story time?"

Elizaveta gave him a weak grin. "Yeah, it's story time. Now hush up and listen."

The Nordic leaned closer in anticipation as he was finally going to be answered.

"So, basically, a long time ago we courted each other… or dated, in modern terms."

He looked at her in confusion. "What? When?"

"It was just before the first crusade. The Kingdom of Reikland, which was planning an invasion on England, but had to cancel it, was the first to reach Hungary because your armies were already amassed and ready due to the previously planned invasion. You arrived in Hungary much earlier than the other armies, and not wanting to be a burden upon me, you set your soldiers to help the king do anything. You had them help rebuild infrastructure, guard roads, help peasants with day-to-day lives, convert some of the still pagans in the lands to Christianity, and when the peasant crusading armies start to pillage my lands, you ordered your troops to stop them. I was very grateful for your aid and because I was young and easily affected by emotion, I began to like you. You on the other hand, I remember said that you admired my beauty and skill in fighting. And so in the meantime while you waited for the other crusading armies to arrive, we spent a lot of time together and eventually hit it off and become very... intimate with one another."

Varyn felt weird having someone describe a part of his life that he couldn't remember, even if it was almost a thousand years ago. "So what happened next?" he asked, intrigued by the story.

Hungary shrugged. "We broke apart. After the other armies of Europe arrived, you had to leave Hungary to go to the holy lands, and we didn't see each other for many years. Our relationship never recovered, and for a while we were awkward around each other."

Varyn was taken aback. He didn't know what to say.

"Man... I feel like a jerk for doing that."

She shrugged again. "It's okay. It was awhile ago like I said. And we were both embarrassed about it afterwards; I was a young and naïve girl with fantasies of shining princes, and you felt that you abused my young age and also that you used me as a substitute for Scandinavia. But we eventually sorted things out and became great friends over the years. In fact, you're almost as good of a friend to me as Poland, and that's saying a lot."

Varyn smiled knowing that they had worked things out and had become friends, but then a thought emerged in his mind. "Wow… so did we…?" he trailed off.

"What?"

"Did we like… sleep together?"

The Hungarian suddenly blushed at this. "Well, yeah… a couple times. But it was literally a millennia ago!"

"Damn. Wish I could remember that."

Elizaveta leaned forward and punched his arm, all the while grinning. "God dammit Varyn! You never change!"

The timing of their conversation finishing was perfect, as Prussia came over just as she saw her lover being hit.

"Hey! No touchy! Only I get to do that." She stated as she wrapped her arms around the neck of the seated Varyn.

Hungary smirked at her friend's tight embrace around the Celtic's throat, which looked painful to him. "Wow, clingy much?"

"Hey! I'm not clingy! I'm just protective!"

The dirty blonde however coughed under the pressure of her surprisingly strong arms. "Julia, you're c-choking me."

"Sorry!" Her face reddened as she immediately let go of Reikland, much to the brunette's delight.

"See? Clingy."

"Shut up!" The Prussian then grabbed Varyn's hand and dragged him towards the exit of the conference room. "Come on Var! We're leaving!"

Reikland stumbled and tripped as the albino led him through groups of nations, tables, and chairs. "W-Wait! Julia! Slow down!" he shouted, but to no avail.

When they had reached their car in the parking lot, Julia finally let go of the now tired Nordic's hand. She then proceeded to turn around and folded her arms together in annoyance. "What were you talking about?"

"What?" he asked, rubbing his neck in the area that was squeezed.

"Elizaveta and you. What were you talking about?"

"Oh," He smiled nervously, "She was just telling me of how we had a brief relationship before the first crusade. She mentioned at Alfred's party that it might be better if I didn't remember everything between us, and I was confused as to what she meant so I asked her just now to explain."

When he was done with his excuse, Varyn noticed that the Prussian's ruby-violet eyes were wide open. "What is it?"

"You talked about your relationship with her?" She asked monotonously, her eyes staring past him.

"Well, I didn't know anything about it… but yeah." This seemed to not alleviate the stunned appearance of the woman. "Uh, are you okay?" He asked, suddenly worried. Her gaze still hadn't moved.

For the third time that day, a thought came into Reikland's head. "Julia… is that the thing I said which made you push me off the bridge?"

This broke the albino's trance-like state as she turned her face to look at the ground, ashamed.

Guess I was right

Varyn though, felt bad for making her feel guilty and tried to comfort her. He reached out to her hand with his, and touched her chin gently with his other.

"Julia? Julia look at me. Don't beat yourself up over what happened okay? I told you I'm not mad, and I forgive you alright? Please just be your cheerful and obnoxious self again?"

This made the silver haired nation smile as she wiped away a stare tear from her eye.

"Thank you Var, I know I shouldn't get caught up on the past, it's just that… whenever I think about what I did… and all the things I made you forget… I just can't help but feel awful and wish that I could back to that day and stop myself."

It broke his heart to see the Prussian so down about herself and full of regret, so he got closer and hugged her in a strong but caring embrace.

Julia was surprised at first, but soon relaxed and hugged the taller nation back, thankful for his show of affection. After a few moments though, she smirked and then whispered into his ears:

"Thank you for cheering me up Var. Can I repay you with some thank you sex?"

Reikland then broke the embrace and looked down at the woman sternly, holding her arms back in restraint as she tried to get closer to him. "Nevet! Leave my virgin-pure body alone!"

"Varyn. You've had more sex than anyone on this planet. You're not a virgin."

He stuck his tongue out. "This new Varyn is as of yet!"

Julia rolled her eyes. "Loser. I'll change that soon enough."

He laughed as he opened the car door and entered. "Hah! That means I'm just making you more desperate! Damn it feels good to be the one in control!"

The albino punched his arm as she got into the driver's seat. "Fuck you, that's my job."

He rubbed his arm in pain. Both girls had hit him in the exact same spot. "I'll have to get used to all the arm punching."

"Suck it up you pansy."

"Hey, are your bones two thousand two hundred years old?" He retorted.

There was a pause between the two for a moment.

"I didn't think so." he said, lifting his chin into the air.

Julia chuckled under her breath. "Drama queen." She whispered.

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

And so, they bickered all the way to their hotel.

Translations:

Älsk: Reikish for 'love' or 'darling

Nevet: Reikish for 'no'