"I've got to go tell Germany!" Itay said.

"Isn't he busy?" France asked.

Britain nodded. "I don't think interrupting him would be very useful. But, now that Japan has his memory back, you two can help us get ours back too."

"Oui, and then I'd know how great of a couple I and England here make~" France started petting Britain's face, which he quickly pushed away.

"Can't you do this to someone else?" Britain asked spitefully.

France purred. "Of course, but it wouldn't be as wonderful!"

Italy looked to Japan, not really paying the other two much mind. "Do you have any ideas?

"Well," Japan said, "I believe that a familiar feeling of confusion brought me out of my amnesia. And Canada was brought out by feeling forgotten. How did Germany get brought out of it?"

"I disappointed him."

"I see. Feeling confused, forgotten, and disappointed are all negative emotions that we, unfortunately, probably feel a lot. All we have to do is find that familiar negative emotion in Britain and France."

"Negative emotion? Oh poo- So love won't work?" France whined.

"No! So stop trying already!" Britain yelled at him. He looked to the two countries with memories. "And this whole situation isn't exactly positive to begin with. We don't remember anything about our lives, an asteroid is going to kill us, and a bloody pervert keeps hitting on me! It's going to have to get worse than this?"

"I'm afraid so," Japan said.

Britain sighed. "Of course."

"So, start with me! Then I can help you make this Debbie-Downer into the true England that I know and love~" France said.

"Shut up France! You don't know or love anything!"

"I may not know much, but I know my heart's calling you to me. Memories or no," France cooed. It made England even more disgusted, which France ignored. "So what do you know about my past? Anything especially common or tragic?"

Tapping his chin, Italy thought for a second. "Let's see… I know that all of the allies hated you…"

"What?!"

Britain let out a small chuckle. "Checks out."

"Why?" France asked.

Italy smiled. "Oh, that's easy! It's because you were the me of the allies! We're both super weak and always needing saving. You immediately cried to Britain for help in World War I and Germany made you surrender seconds into World Wars II. But, unlike me, you acted like you were still the big, powerful, Africa-owning country that you were back in the day, instead of a wee Italian."

"Sacre bleu, really?"

Japan nodded. "Yes. You were quite weak for being such a prominent country. Your own people constantly overthrew you and your bosses repeatedly tried to execute you too. At least that's what America told me."

"Sounds to me like you were a big wuss that was always fearing being killed," Britain said.

"Maybe if we 'kill' him he will get his memories back," Japan suggested. He knew that countries couldn't really die unless their politics become shambles, but making France genuinely fear death seemed like the best option.

"Wha-?" Italy questioned.

"You can't kill me!" France panicked. "What good would my memory be if I'm dead?"

"You can't seriously be jumping to murder!" Britain exclaimed. "Sure, he's annoying, but MURDER?! And aren't we countries? What would happen to his citizens? Can countries even die?"

Britain's questions never got answered. Instead, Japan whispered something to Italy. "Are you sure Japan?" Italy asked. The Asian nodded. The brunette still looked a bit sceptical, but he soon smiled. "Okay. I trust you!"

Ignoring their conversation, France started putting his hands in all of his pockets, as if to check them for something. "How would you even do it? Countries don't carry weapons, do they?"

"Oh yeah, we do in wars all the time. Even if we're not in war, America always has at least one gun on him," Italy explained. "and Russia has a lot of weapons too, but they're more varied. Germany used to carry a gun, but you took that away from him."

As if cued, Germany came back into the room, Russia smiling behind him. "I've had no luck with Russia. I think he might have to torture somebody to get his memories back."

"Welcome back Germany~" Italy said.

"That may not be an issue, but even if it is, perhaps there's a way to get both memories back at once," Japan said. Germany looked to Italy as if to ask if Japan got his memory back. The Italian nodded as Japan continued. "We have Russia kill France."

Germany blinked in surprise. "Was? Wirklich? I mean, I don't like him very much either, but that's a bit much."

"Trust us Germany, it'll probably work," Italy said.

"Non! Ne leur faites pas confiance!" France pleaded. "Don't trust them! I want to live!"

Germany looked between Italy's big brown eyes and France's desperate blue ones. Sighing, he looked back to Russia. "In your back pocket, you have a magic metal pipe of pain. I think it would be best if you attack France with it."

"Oh, I was wondering what that was," Russia said. From his big jacket, he pulled out said pipe. France looked at it in dread. "Anything for a friend." Pipe in hand, Russia started looming over the horrified European.

He looked at the large country in utter horror. 'I'm going to die,' he repeatedly thought. 'I'm going to die again. They'll chop off my head just like old times.' "I don't want to die!" screamed France, but then he gasped. The once horror-filled eyes shined. The shine from the pipe looked just like all those guillotines he's been put under. Every near-death experience he's ever had, which was a lot, all seemed to cross his mind at once. Sure, he knew now that he wouldn't really die, but that didn't make him any less panicked. "Wait, don't kill me, I remember again!"

Russia stopped looming and smiled sweetly again. "Oh, that's good."

"Yippee!" Italy said. "Three down, three to go!"

"So, for the record, we weren't actually going to kill him, right?" Germany clarified.

Japan nodded. "Hai."

"Good to know I don't surround myself with sociopaths," Britain said, sighing in relief. "So, France, now that you remember everything, do you realize that we were never 'soul mates'?" France laughed in his obnoxious French way, giving his neighbor exactly the answer he wasn't looking for. "Bloody hell…" He mumbled.

A/N: Beta readers Emma. likes. to. write. and AquaEclipse Betaed still. Huge thanks to them still. I'd love to know your thoughts on this chapter! Like it? Dislike it? Why? Next time would be Russia. It gets a bit angsty next time, so heads up if you don't like that. Thanks for reading!