The room fell into an awkward silence without Italy. Only the faint sound of Japanese from the hallway could be heard, up until America cleared his throat. "Soooooo…" he started. "Y'all like sports?"

Russia shrugged. "I don't really know. And you?"

"I don't know either."

"What a stupid question," Britain berated. "We all have amnesia, I don't think small talk is exactly on the table."

"Oh yeah?" America retorted. "Let me see you do better, Eyebrows."

Panic ran up Britain's spine. "Why'd you call me Eyebrows? Is there something wrong with my eyebrows?" He went back to his original seat and took France's mirror that he left on the table. "Oh dear God…" That reaction made America start laughing.

Looking around at all the countries, Germany sighed. "Do you think that things are always like this?"

Canada nodded sadly. "Yeah… I have a hunch it is…"

"Like what?" Russia asked.

"You know, with all the fighting. I mean, we're supposed to represent entire countries. I would think we'd be more civil and professional than… this…"

"I like it," Russia purred. "All the bickering is like a comfy blanket wrapped around me. So are thoughts of murder. I think they would help me remember everything about my past."

"Wait, did you just say murder?" Britain asked. Russia just smiled sweetly in reply.

"Being ignored feels so familiar…" Canada muttered. "I don't know if I want to remember everything if this is-"

America interrupted him. "I dunno what'll make me remember everything, but I really wanna remember the nuke code! That asteroid exploding is going to look so damn cool! And I'll save everything too! All around awesome! I bet I used to be awesome!"

Everybody talked about what they thought their past lives as countries were like until Italy and France came with food. France dragged Japan back into the room so they could all eat together.

"N-nani? Nanishiteruno?" Japan asked as he was plopped down in front of sushi and amazake. "Kore wa watashi no tabemonodesu ka?"

France didn't understand a word he just said, so he smiled and nodded. Apparently, that was a good enough response because Japan started eating.

Italy helped spread out everything, giving Germany beer and wurst, Britain scones and tea, and Russia vodka and borscht. France passed America a burger and coca-cola Slurpee, along with a plate of escargot and wine for himself. The six started eating, and absolutely loved their food.

Italy jumped up and down happily. "Yea~ It's working~"

"How did you get all of these different ingredients?" Germany asked.

"We have meetings here all the time and bring a bunch of food."

"Yes, and we looked up the recipes to be 'culturally accurate'," France added.

"Um, excuse me, eh," Canada mumbled, "But what about me?"

"Mama mia! I'm so sorry! I'll get it right away, Canada!" Italy ran out and came back not too long after with an awfully familiar plate. It looked exactly like America's, but worse. "Here you go! I don't really know your favorite food, so I got you America's… but colder… and definitely not a failed first try at making a hamburger." Italy laughed nervously. Sitting the plate down, he walked away to go check on the other countries.

Canada started at his depressing excuse for a meal, while everyone else got exactly what they didn't even know they wanted. 'There's not even any maple here. Or ginger.' Suddenly, Canada looked up, his blue eyes shining as they grew wider. He remembered everything. From his early days when America overshadowed him, to the more recent years when nobody, not even his own bear, knew his name. He even remembered his nuclear codes, not that it'll do much good though.

America looked at him. "What's wrong? You don't like your food? I'll take it if you don't want it," he said between bites.

It was hardly understandable, but Canada spent enough time with his brother to still know what he was trying to say in spite of a full mouth. "No, I remember everything. I actually am Canada!"

Britain almost spits out his tea. "Really?"

"So the déjà-vu worked, no?" France asked.

"It did," Canada said.

"That's amazing!" Italy exclaimed "How did it happen? Should we keep making food?"

"No, I didn't eat anything. It was just so many familiar situations, and I think the feelings I got from it brought back my memories."

"Feelings…" Italy said, deep in thought. An idea popped into his head. "I got it! I know how to bring Germany back!"

A/N: sorry it took so long for an update, for some reason I thought I posted this chapter already a while ago. Emma. Likes. To. Write. and also AquaEclipse proofread this chapter. I'm experimenting with Betas. But, anyway, what do you think of this chapter? I'd love to know!