~America's PoV~
"Unrelenting and unbreakable..." He kept on repeating that. I didn't know why.
"It's probably something that he told himself during the torture," England had told me when he first got here, "Some people do that. It's a form of reassurance for them when hope can seem lost."
"But why would he need that? He's strong! Both physically and mentally. He earned the name 'Stormtroopers' from one of his greatest enemies!"
"We're talking about Germany's torture methods here, America. Especially when he had been in such a mental state, and knowing that Canada was truly the one who ended the war, I don't even want to imagine what he had put him through." Unable to think of anything else to say, I simply asked;
"Why do you always insist on using our nation names, Iggy?"
"Why do you always insist on calling me that stupid nickname?" When I hadn't given an answer, he had pursed his lips and shooed me out of the room. "Get going, now. I can't do magic with you distracting me."
The conversation had ended there.

Now, I sat outside in the hall impatiently. Kumajiro and the puppy we with me.
"America, do you know if Mister will be okay?" The bear cub asked me. I smiled gently.
"It's just something we'll have to get used too, Kuma. It's going to happen quite often. He'll be fine. I promise."
He didn't answer.
"Unrelenting and unbreakable..." I repeated the words to myself, trying to figure out exactly what they had meant, "Arrggggghhhhh I can't do this! I need McDonalds before I can do this!"
"Amérique, 'onestly. You are 'opeless."
"Wha-?"
"What? You seriously thought zhat I would get an alert like this from Angleterre and not come? Matthieu is my family too, tu sais."
"Yeah yeah. So, the British dude told you..?" I was too braindead at this point to question the fact that France was in my house.
"Oui. 'e did."
"Greaaaat." France sighed at my grunt.
"Mon dieu, Amérique. 'ere." He pulled out a bag.
"Dude, are you serious?" My eyes widened.
"Just eat, stupide Américan. Tu a le gagner. You deserve it."
"Thanks, bruh!" I smiled for the first time in the past few hours, pulling the Big Mac out of the bag and biting into it hungrily.
France watched me wearily out of the corner of his eyes, sighing and muttering something else about 'stupid Americans.'

~Canada's PoV~
The pain was filling me too a breaking point, until there was nothing else there. It was almost like I was the pain, the very being of it.
Why...?
This feels so familiar...
What's going on..?
The walls around me were shadowy, uneven rocks.
"Unrelenting and unbreakable..." I heard an eerily familiar voice murmur, "Unrelenting and unbreakable... That's me, right...? I can be an independent nation... I know I can... I can't break, I can't relent..." It was at that moment I realized the voice belonged to me. How? But I'm not talking...
"I am Canada, after all..." Canada? Is that... Who I am? As a nation...?
"Germany, let me out of here!" My body lurched on its own, and a stab of pain shot through it like a jolt of lighting.
"Nien, Stormtrooper. Zhat, I vill not do. Not until you know vhat my people are feeling; zhe agony zhat every one of zhem feels."
"This isn't right, though! Do you have any scrap of humanity left?!"
He leaned down so he could talk in a quiet voice, one that somehow scared me much more than his previous yelling.
"Zhere is no humanity in var, Stormtrooper. I zhought you knew zhat." With a crazy laugh, he backed off, leaving me writhing in anger and pain against the chains that kept me strapped to the wall.
Germany... An inexplicable wave of fury rushed over me as the name settled into place.

Then the pain vanished.
The cell I was in spun around in a blur, the murky black vanishing.
When things came back into focus, I was standing on a dirt path. A warm feeling of excitement and expectation felt like it was about to burst inside me.
I realized I was a lot closer to the ground than I normally am.
A head that was covered in full, long blonde hair tied back in a ponytail with a ribbon peaked over the crest of the hill. He had on a blue, long militia coat and sky blue eyes. An indescribable, gleefully feeling overwhelmed me as my tiny legs started moving seemingly of their own accord.
I ran forward across the field, leaping the last couple meters and flying into his arms. He grabbed me into a tight hug, spinning around in a circle from the impact.
"Papa! You're here!" Little me cried, tightening my hold around his neck. He did the same.
"Quoi, mon petit Maple Leaf? Tu penserais que j'oublierai ton fête? What kind of a person do you think I am?" Maple Leaf...? Isn't that what France called me that one time? Come to think of it, this guy does look similar to him... He laughed, giving me one last hug before putting me down.
"You said you might not have been able to make it in your letter, though..." I whimpered, my eyes pricking with tears.
"Non, non, mon petit. Je j'aimais le manquer. Je te promis."
"Tu devras pas! Je vas te rappeler chaque année pour te souviens!" I smiled, before grabbing his hand and pulling him up the path.
"Come on! The others are all waiting for you, Papa!" Papa?
"Okay, okay, Matthieu." He smirked as he walked after me.

I coughed, jerking upwards on the bed. Nostalgia immediately washed over me as I did so. It feels like that's the one thing I'm always doing nowadays, getting up from bed...
"Ca- Matthew?"
"I know who I am, England..." I breathed out, "You don't need to hide it from me. What I need is to see America." He gave me a questioning look, but didn't say anything as he walked over to the door, opening it just enough to crack his head out.
"America," There was a short but tense silence, "Frog."
"Black sheep of Europe." Came the hot, heavily French-accented reply. I felt a twinge in my heart at the familiar voice. I stood up quietly, freezing when I tried but couldn't move my right arm. I looked down at it, only to see heavy bandaging. How the hell did I not feel this..? Eh... I thought. I ended up passing it off as due to being from the fact I had just woken up, however.
"Mattie?"
"Call me Canada, will you?" I snapped without thinking. Though, I didn't exactly regret it.
"Wha-? You remember?"
"I'll ask once more what happened before I went into cardiac arrest again, America." I glared at him, anger starting to swirl around in my gut.
"Please tell me that isn't really what you remembered..."
"Answer the question."
"I-" He looked over his shoulder desperately, towards the door. My gaze followed his and saw England and France standing there. My eyes narrowed, glittering dangerously.
"I want the truth. I don't care who it comes from." I growled.
"Maple Leaf..." France started. My eyes widened slightly at the name, my eyes widening slightly.
"Why do you always call me that, France? You're the only one that does, aren't you?" I took a step back from the three of them. Everything was swimming through my head, messed up to the point it was impossible for me to define anything. "Just who are you guys? Who are you to me? Who am I?" I asked in quick succession, my eyes darting between all three of them. I don't know what's real and what's not. This is worse than knowing nothing at all!
"Mattie..." Before I knew what was going on, Al had his arms around me. "I told you... We can't say anything like that, dude."
I sighed, closing my eyes and resting my head on his shoulder, fatigue suddenly coming over me. Though I didn't let it overwhelm me.
"I know, but..." I drew a breath, "I just..." A part of me wanted to cry. But the tears just wouldn't come.
"I'll say this, Mattie. It might help you remember some things, without directly reminding you of anything." He said, pulling away and holding my eyes steadily.
"Ame-"
"England, shut up. He knows who he is now. I can say this."
"Bloody hell, you'll be the death of me..." America took a deep breath, before talking again.
"Geography has made us neighbors. History has made us friends. Economics has made us partners. And necessity has made us allies. Those whom nature hath so joined together, let no man be put asunder. What unites us is far greater than what divides us."
"What?" I tried processing it. What unites us is far greater than what divides us... Is that something about the relationship between our countries? And why does it sound so familiar? For whatever reason, though, it calmed me down. Maybe because it's focused my thoughts... The memories have paused, at least...
"Amérique, zhe last thing Matthieu needs is more riddles in 'is 'ead." France muttered.
"No, it's fine, France..." I pulled away America, sitting back down on the edge of the bed. "I just need an answer... We're a family. True or False?" Al sat down beside me.
"Vrai, mon Maple Leaf." Came the French reply. I sighed, dropping my head.
"Than, I have a request for you guys..." I said softly.
"Anything, Canada." That was England.
"I... I need to see Germany. I need to talk to him."

A/N: Starting off with I'm sorry about that A/N last chapter... It was a bit- *friend glares at me through the screen* ... Ok, VERY excessive. I'm actually highly anti-social in real life... I was just very excited. And when that happens... That.. Happens... So, um.. Sorry about that. n.n;
And sorry this is so short, and that it's been so, SO long... I've been super-duper lugged down by homework. But, thankfully, LAST WEEK BEFORE CHRISTMAS BREAK! The last one was super long, too, so balance, I guess.
And, I'm a little stumped... Should I boost the rating of this fic to M? I've been debating doing so, but half of me says it's not as graphic as it should be to raise it.
Though, as always, hope y'all enjoyed this!

English to French Translations:
Quoi, mon petit Maple Leaf? Tu penserais que j'oublierai ton fête?: What, my little Maple Leaf? You think I would forget your birthday?
Non, non, mon petit. Je j'aimais le manquer. Je te promis.: No, no, my little (one.) I would never miss it. I promise.
Tu devras pas! Je vas te rappeler chaque année pour te souviens!: You'd better not! I'll remind you every year to make sure you remember!
Vrai: True

DISCLAIMER: The quote Al told Mattie isn't mine; John F. Kennedy said it. Americans might (probably) know that; Canadians might (less probably) know that; and yet, for some reason, I've never heard it in the UsCan fandom. Despite it being "ERMAGERDDDDD *dies*" for the ship.