~America's PoV~
After the few seconds it had taken me to get back to Mattie's room, most of the other Nations had left, most likely ushered out of the room from the doctor that was now standing across from his bed. He had a screen on with letters decreasing in size against the wall, and Mattie had a large black pair of electronic goggles on. France stood to the side, where I went and joined him. Iggy came in and, after a few moments of analyzing the room, walked over and joined me and France.
The screen flipped.
"Read it." The doctor said curtly.
I looked over to France while Mattie was quietly reciting the characters.
"What do you think happened?" I asked him. He shook his head, shrugging.
"We'll either have to wait until Matthieu gets back 'is memories, or somehow get the information out of Germany. And he 'as been refusing to talk about it, as you know." I nodded, slumping against the wall.
"Yeah..." Grunting in response, I watched Mattie in silence.
After what felt like hours, the screen went black, and the doctor walked over to his computer, furiously typing in words. Despite having lived such a long life, it always peaked my curiosity as to what exactly they were typing, and what the seemingly gibberish words meant.
The doctor frowned, walking over to us.
"Mr. Jones... You two," He paused while looking at Iggy and France and it took all my willpower to not laugh, "He will need a prescription. However, the damage to his vision is... Excessive. It'll take some time for us to find a company who's willing to build them, and even then, it'll take several weeks for them to be completed." I pursed my lips.
"He can wear mine in the meantime. They should help, if only a little."
"What? Alfred-!" Iggy started to protest but I cut him off before he could get very far into his angry Brit rant.
"Think, Arthur. He'll need them more than I will. I can go without for a few weeks."
"But, Mr. Jones, even if they did, your frames wouldn't fit his head." I cracked a grin, but lowered my voice so Mattie wouldn't hear what I said next.
"C'mon, dude. Take a good look and compare Mattie and I," When he opened his mouth to protest, I continued, "You're talking to brothers, to twins. They'll fit. Trust me." A twin I somehow fell in love with...
"Say they do. His vision will still be out of sorts."
"And? It's only for a few weeks."
When he didn't say anything more, I walked over to Mattie and kneeled down in front of him, slowly taking off my glasses. I blinked several times, focusing my eyes as best I could when everything slipped out of focus and started wavering around.
"Alfred-" France's voice said.
"Don't. I want to do this, dude."
"I was not going to say not to. I wanted to thank you for it."
"Oh. Well, not a problem, dude."
"Alfred..." Mattie's soft voice came from beside me. It stung a little hearing my proper name come from him, but I told myself to deal with it. Remember what Iggy said.
"Yeah?" I paused, the square-rimmed glasses hanging limply in my grip.
He was quiet, not continuing. Was he just testing out my name?

"We need to find him," I pursed my lips, my eyes hardening, "I think he's in trouble."
"We just get out of a war, and you want us to go back into lord knows what on a gut instinct?" Britain was flabbergasted.
"I know it sounds stupid, but you don't get it, Britain. We're connected; I know what he feels and he knows what I feel, to an extent. I know something's wrong," I pleaded the two who had raised me and my brother, "I can't go alone. You know that."
"Bretagne, we can't not go look for him. Oublie-tu qu'il est famille, we would not 'ave won the war without 'is 'elp. 'e deserves at least this." I looked at France, glowing.
"So you'll...?"
"'ow could I say non? We are talking about Matthieu 'ere, Amérique." I turned hopeful gaze back towards Britain, who sighed resentfully.
"Bloody hell, fine. I'll help." He returned my gaze warily.
"This had better not be false suspicions, America. We're both still recovering from the war." I couldn't stop the grin from spreading across my face, despite the serious situation.
"It isn't, trust me. He's in trouble. I know it."
Mattie, dude, if only you were here to see this... It's not a war, not anymore at least, and those two are teaming up.
I can only hope we aren't too late...

~Canada's PoV~
He answered... I hadn't been sure whether or not it'd been him, but I hadn't planned out what I'd say if he acknowledged the name. My mind went a mile a minute, trying to find out what I remembered about him, who he was. When I once again drew a blank, I asked him.
"Who are you? To me, I mean?" No words came. Instead, things came into a slightly more focused view, enough so I could make out facial features instead of the undefinable blur everything had been.
Blue eyes, and short-ish hair with an odd strand that stuck up from his hairline.
"I was... Um..." He looked away to the corner desperately, where I followed his gaze and saw the two fighters from the dream memory. The one I thought was England snapped his fingers, looking at France sidelong.
"He was..."
"We were best friends, before you hit your head in a car crash and lost your memories." Alfred said quickly, his voice cracking a little when he said 'best friends.'
"Really?" Something told me it wasn't true. He didn't meet my gaze as he confirmed what he had said, rather looking down at the ground.
"Y-yeah... Yeah. You've been in cardiac arrest for several years."England tripped over his own tongue as he spoke, further increasing my doubt, but I just nodded and went along with it anyways.
"Mr. Williams, how do the glasses feel?" The doctor asked. I briefly nodded, smiling at Alfred.
"Fine, thanks."
"And your sight?" I nodded again, sharper this time. How persistent is he..? Maple, I want him out so I can talk to those three privately... I used the word 'maple' subconsciously, as if it were second nature. Thinking about it for a few seconds, I mentally shrugged to myself. It probably is, and I just don't remember. My head started pounding again when I thought about it, trying to remember where the term had come from.
Gasping from the intensity, I slouched over where I sat. Alfred immediately had his arms around my shoulders, supporting me.
"Dude, are you alright? What's wrong?" He asked, his voice tinged with panic.
"I... Gah, maple..." I grunted. The doctor seemed oddly calm.
"It's a rebound," He said curtly. When nobody answered, he continued, "From the memory he regained after he woke. It's not an uncommon thing; and the pain will decrease as he gets more and more memories. His brain is fighting with itself- it's trying to remember more, but it rejects the memories. Either they're too painful and it doesn't think it can handle them yet, or its unable to completely recover them."
"But why would he reject them?" Alfred asked. The doctor frowned thoughtfully.
"It varies from patient to patient, as well as the after effects."
"After effects?" That was England. At least, I thought so.
My eyelids had become heavy almost instantly after he had said that, slowly fluttering shut of their own accord. My body slumped against Alfred's completely. Everything felt heavy, sluggish.
Steadily, everything closed out of existence as my world closed into black.

~America's PoV~
Suddenly it felt like Mattie's entire body weight fell against my chest. I impulsively drew a heavy breath. I easily recovered however, slowing my breathing to match his.
"Mattie..?" I whispered into his hair. No response. I blushed, readjusting my hold on him, trying not to wake the nation up. The doctor eyed us, a small smile playing on his lips.
"After effects." He said pointedly. France smirked, laughing quietly.
"Oui, apparently so." I zoned out after that, relishing in the feeling of Mattie's warmth. Another pang hit me. He doesn't remember anything... 1812, the Revolutionary War, his independence, Native America... Nothing... I wonder what he last thought before going into Cardiac Arrest... Were they about me? France? England? Kumajiro, maybe?
"You can take him home, if you want." The doctor said suddenly. It took all my willpower not to snap my head up and almost definitely wake Mattie.
"What? Why? Don't you want to watch him for awhile?"
"Normally if patients go back to sleep after the rare case of actually waking up, it takes another few days for them to properly wake up. But he woke up in no more then an hour later... Just make sure to watch him closely for a few days, and if things seem out of the ordinary bring him straight back," I nodded, grinning broadly, "And don't tell anyone. It's not my role to dispatch long-term patients." With that, he walked out of the room. I exchanges a look with Iggy and France, almost feeling my eyes sparkling.
"I told you so." I laughed. Both the older nations scowled at me.
"This is the only time I'll ever let you say that, mon ami." France said.
"For once, I'm with the Frog." Iggy glared at me, silently saying 'Never bring this up again.'
I only laughed in response, giving the sleeping Canadian a tight squeeze before scooping him up in my arms and heading home.

A/N: This style of chapter seems to be sticking... What do you guys think about it? Obviously not in this case, but looking at the others. A short start in the point of view of whoever ended the previous chapter, and then the rest of it in the other's? Not all will be like that (evidently,) but I'm just curious if y'all like it! n.n
I put in Alfie's PoV at the end cause I thought of that right after I finished writing and personally think it's adorable, so... Yep. That happened. Just to clarify, this IS brotherly!UsCan, however it's also romance. Because Hetalia logic, where one can be both a sibling and parent towards the same person.
Also, just as a side note, don't trust the facts about what I write about Post-Traumatic Amnesia. I did my research on it while writing this chapter and I've already mucked ninety nine percent of the facts up so I'll just continue on how I was initially planning on doing it. XD
As always, hope you guys enjoyed!