Happy Birthday Canada! And Happy Canada Day to anyone in Canada!

As always, watch out for triggering stuff.

The nations quickly ate and decided that another round of memories would be sufficient before going to bed. When the nations walked into the viewing room, after the door was shut, screaming could be heard. Amelia looked around, waiting for the scene to show itself, not remembering screaming like that.

When the scene did reveal what was happening, all the nations paled. Alfred was strapped to a metal table, being electrocuted. He was stripped down to a pair of white hospital pants.

When the shocks stopped, Alfred continued to twitch for a few more minutes. Before long, however, he was shouting into the room.

"Johnson wouldn't approve of this, guys!" he shouted out.

"What he doesn't know," a women's voice came over a PA system started, "won't hurt us."

"Don't you mean won't hurt him?"

"No, I know what I said."

The nations could hear the smirk on her face. Before anyone could say anything, the scene grappled their attention when a man walked into the room Alfred was in. He didn't say anything, just went up to a machine and turned the knob to a higher setting. He left as quickly as he came. The electrocution started back up, causing the nation to scream.

The scene shifted to show Alfred panting, exhausted. Suddenly, there was a loud bang that resonated over the PA. Then, a familiar voice resonated through it.

"Alfred?" Matthew's voice came through the system.

Alfred didn't respond verbally, his head just lobbed to one side.

"Shit," Gilbert's voice came too, more distant, probably keeping watch. "More of them are coming!"

The scene shifted again to show Gilbert and Matthew rushing through the door in the room. They stopped when they saw Alfred, strapped down and looking almost dead. Matthew shook his head and ran forward towards his twin. He quickly unstrapped him, but the second he did, he was in a chokehold.

"Who are you?" Alfred's voice sounded different, almost sounding crazy.

Gilbert pointed his gun at Alfred. Matthew was shocked, but also having a hard time breathing.

"I-I'm your brother," Matthew choked out.

"They didn't tell me I had a brother."

He dropped his brother and studied him, tilting his head in curiosity. He smiled, like a child, and held out his name.

"Hi!" he said. "I'm Jones, they told me I'm a hitman with no family."

Gilbert's eyes widened, so did Matthew's.

"Birdie," Gilbert whispered over to Matthew, "I've seen this before, once."

"What do you mean?" Matthew whispered back.

"You know," Alfred started, "I can hear you."

Amelia watched as her past-self skipped over to Gilbert and snatch the gun out of his hand. She was frozen in shock, or maybe it was fear. The scene paused as she opened her mouth, looking at Matthew and Gilbert.

"What happened to me?" she asked before turning her head and looking at Arthur. "And why am I acting like Oliver?"

"You'll find out soon," Matthew told his sister, not wanting to explain, "hopefully."

Before she could say more the scene started up again. Alfred pointed the gun at Gilbert, a deadly look in his eyes.

"If he's my brother," he wondered aloud, "who are you?"

"He's my friend!" Matthew said frantically.

"Okay."

He skipped to the other side of the room and started playing around with the instruments left out. Matthew turned to Gilbert.

"What is going on with my brother?" he asked quietly.

"Uh," Gilbert didn't know where to start, "Sometimes, with a lot of trauma, the mind splits."

"What does that mean?!"

"It means, your brother has another personality…"

"Like his 2p?"

"No, he's still himself, but not at the same time… I don't know how to explain this. I've only seen it once in a nation!"

"Who?"

"Italy."

The nations turned to look at Italy, who was just twiddling his thumbs, acting as though that did not just happen.

"Feli?" Amelia approached the quiet nation. "It's okay, if they judge you, they can fight me."

"It's not that," Feliciano said quietly, "but thank you."

Before more could be said the scene changed to show Alfred wearing a white button up short sleeve shirt with black pants and black suspenders. He was holding a knife to a man's throat.

"I saw what you did," he said menacingly.

"I didn't do anything!" the man quivered in fear.

"I saw what you did to that woman. I saw it through my own eyes."

"Don't you mean with?"

"No, I mean through. You hurt my other half."

He quickly slit the man's throat.

"What did I mean?" Amelia asked, feeling as though she was going to be sick.

"After a while," Gilbert started, "Jones figured out that he was a second personality and started to block things from you."

"Like what?"

Before he could respond, the scene continued with Gilbert rushing into the room.

"Why did you kill him?" he asked the hitman

"He hurt Amelia," came the response.

"Hurt how?"

"I'd rather not say."

Amelia looked green, "I'm gonna be sick."

The appeared when she said that and she rushed to it and through it. She ran to her room and into her bathroom and promptly started to heave. Matthew came up besides her and rubbed her back. Toris sat on her bed, waiting for her to come out. Maria, herself, felt sick, so did other countries.

After a while, Amelia came out of her room, with Toris holding her for support.

"Who else knew?" she asked, her voice soft, but venomous.

Arthur stepped forward, "I wish I could've told you."

Amelia had a look of betrayal, "why didn't you?"

"Can I talk with you alone?"

"No! What ever you have to say, say it here!"

After a few moments, he relented, "Fine, it would've revealed that I'm an assassin for my people."

"Excuse me?"

"Around the same time you ended up becoming a hitman, my government had assassins. I found you on one of my trips to your land and deduced what had happened over many of our… meetings."

After a few minutes of silence from Amelia, she turned on her heel and dragged Toris back into her room, slamming the door.

"So," Francis came up to Arthur, "You're an assassin?"

"Shut up, Frog," Arthur retorted.