~Canada's PoV~

"Canada?" Columbia finally spoke up, his voice barely above a whisper.

"That's apparently one of the many names I go by, yes." Maple that root hurts… His eyes widened in disbelief, and he looks over to Al for confirmation. Al nodded, and his eyes clouded over, tears brimming the corners.

"Is it… Really you..?" I blinked, staring at him.

"No, I'm a moose." I raised my hands up to my head so they looked like moose antlers, waving them sarcastically. Columbia raised his eyebrows, forcing back the tears before they could fall and looking at Al once again. The American merely shrugged.

"His personality is still pretty off, B.C. It's slowly returning to normal from you-know-what as he keeps getting back his memories."

"Well, make sure ya keep that sense of humour, bud." His hair was an equal shade of hazel to his eyes, and it's slightly wavy, average cut glowed like amber in the dusk sun. "God only knows you'll need it, what once you remember everything."

"Maple… The more I hear about what those memories are like, the more I'm just itching to get them. Truly."

"Oh yeah. You'll love them. Full of rainbows and kittens wearing pompoms, and a fluffy rainbow unicorn dancing through hoola-hoops in the sky," A new voice said through the trees, and I was once again tackled to the ground from yet another unseen force. "You're finally back, Matthew! Took you long enough, ya jerk! Leaving me alone to lead the country like that!"

"Can I expect to be squished to the point of being unable to breathe every time I meet someone I knew before the thing with Germany…?" I wheezed from my spot under a large weight, turning my head over my shoulder to see a girl who looked about my age.

"Ontario, we've been tackled enough today. Get off him, maybe?" Al said. I could hear the underlying humour in his voice though. Wow, thanks brother. Really feeling the love here.

"You're welcome, Mattie!" The American quipped and shot me a cheeky grin. I grunted, my head flopping back down against the ground. A couple leaves rustled under it, and I knew that they would be tangled in my hair when I moved again. Great. Just great.

"Are you always going to do that?"

"Yup!"

I shot him a shut the hell up glare, and he just returned it with a wider grin.

"Guys, get over here!" Columbia shouted, propping up on his elbows to push himself up so he was standing. He reached down, grabbing Ontario's hand and pulling her up to her feet before doing the same for me. I hesitated, eyeing it nervously before that feeling tugged in my chest once again and I gave in, grabbing his hand and accepting the help up.

Something in me said to trust it, trust him, trust them, and I wasn't going to argue with that instinct. It had been guiding me thus far, and it has yet to veer wrong.

Ontario spoke to me in a quiet voice though, before the others came.

"Do you remember enough to go to World Meetings?" She asked. That must be what was in the first memory… I nodded.

"I think so."

"Yes!" Letting out a loud whoop of victory, her arms flew up into the air happily. "I was getting sick of sitting through those meetings!" Ontario let out a short, high-pitched laugh.

"Should I take that reaction as good or bad…?"

"Um, good, I guess? It's just that I've always felt out of place because everyone was a country and I wasn't a country, and they're all definitely… Interesting. You can never tell what will happen." I pursed my lips, before yet another force crashed into my back, sending me flying to

the ground. I felt a rough, large tongue licking all around the back of my neck, and when I somehow managed to turn over so I was lying on my back the licking continued, just on my face.

"Okay, okay…!" I wheezed, gently pushing the large dog off my stomach. One look into the canine's eyes and I knew I couldn't get mad for being tackled to the ground again. "Can't breathe…!" The dog stopped its tongue assault, stepping back with it's tail between its legs. I sat up, a small pang of guilt coursing through me. With a small smile, I scratched the golden-furred dog behind its ears.

"Your name was Labrador, right…?" I asked, for some reason expecting an answer from the creature. The dog let out a bark, nodding its head. "Can you understand me?" I asked, my eyes widening. It let out another bark, snuffing my shirt.

"It's a thing with us personifications. And since Lab's one too, he has an especially easy time communicating with us." Ontario explained, a warm grin on her face as she watched the Labrador. I nodded in understanding.

"I guessed, but I thought that was only with a select few animals. I didn't know it was with everyone."

"Well it-" She was cut off when, once again, I was thrown to the ground. I heard a hot burst of laughter that sounded suspiciously like her voice.

"Okay, is this a normal thing with you guys?! Do you always repeatedly tackle people?! Or is this a special honour I'm getting?!"

"It's perfectly normal, Matthew," Another male voice, one that had a similar accent to the one I occasionally heard Al with, spoke up from above me. "Ya ain't got no reason to worry."

"Saskatchewan, really? Get off him," Ontario said, stifling her laughs long enough to grab whom I was assuming was Saskatchewan, pulling him off me.

"Matthew, why don't you get some rest? You look like you need it…" Ontario said, peering at my face. Suddenly I realized how lightheaded I had become, despite still being on the ground. "We can ride to Ottawa when you wake up, if you want." Al looked over, a worried glint in his eyes.

"You alright, bro?" He asked. I nodded.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I insisted.

This has happened so many times.

I pushed myself up to my knees,

I don't want it to happen again.

My head pounded.

Why does it come now…?

I heard a worried yip. I looked over, giving Labrador a weak smile.

"Mattie? Is it…?"

Maple, I can't…

"Yeah…"

That was the last thing I said before my arms buckled out from under me and I blacked out.

The last thing I felt was a pair of strong arms rapidly wrapping around my chest.

And then only the absolute darkness I had grown oh-so used to.

"Let me make this perfectly clear for you Anglophones; all us in Quebec don't want to fight England's wars." A young girl with black hair which was tied up in a ponytail snapped harshly.

"That's exactly why I'm suggesting what I am, Quebec. There's a way to solve this conscription issue peacefully." A voice that belonged to me yet not my lips answered. Is this… Another memory?

"No chance. No chance! What have I been saying this entire time? You frenchies ain't got no respect for the greater good! Can ya not see what Matthew's proposing is the best possible option for everyone?!" Another girl, this one her chocolate brown hair was in a sole braid running down her back with a cowgirl hat sitting atop her head, snapped.

"Alberta," A boy stood up beside me, who looked alike to the girl he was addressing. "Don't." At that simple word, the girl apparently named Alberta turned away, grumbling something under her breath. A dull ache resonated through my head, and there was no doubt that, had I been in control of my own body, I would've doubled over. The old me merely tensed, however never visibly revealed the small pain.

"Quebec, it's the best you're going to get. We can't fight a war with half an army, especially not if it becomes a war on two fronts," Old me spoke calmly, but I could feel the frustration coursing through hi-my veins. "Si l'Allemagne vien ici, sur le terre Canadienne, tu dois défendre avec nous. Si la guerre reste en Europe, c'est seulement les volontaires qui doivent participer au guerre." Quebec heaved a heavy sigh, rubbing her temples.

"D'accord, Matthieu… Tu est chanceux que j'avais une bonne jour." The highly traditional Province turned and left without another word. I watched her leave the dark room, muttering an airy 'merde' under my breath.

"Well, that's just great. Ya got any suggestions this time, Matthew? Maybe we could officially start a civil war!" My narrowed gaze turned towards the boy who had spoken.

"Really, Saskatchewan? Are you actually suggesting that?"

"What? We may as well make it official. Them Frenchies ain't nothin' short of ticked off, and they already hated us enough before any of this." I sighed, rolling my eyes up at the ceiling wearily before making my exit, following Quebec's footsteps created not a moment ago.

This had better not mess too much up… A foreign voice resonated in my head, filling my thoughts with ones that I wasn't thinking. A divided country isn't a healthy country… Especially at a time of war, when our economy is falling so low… I paused, thinking over that line. A sole worm of doubt wriggled its way into my heart.

Is this… Really… Me…?

A/N: SO SORRY ITS BEEN SO LONG! AND SO SORRY ITS SO SHORT! AND SO SORRY I KINDA RUSHED THE LEADUP TO THAT MEMORY! Writers block was a lilbeyotch at that part and I went "Okay, I have to force my way out of this or I'll never update."
I've been dedicating February getting used to my new schedule and giving the teachers a nice first impression, so I've been a little preoccupied. I actually completely forgot about updating until this morning… n.n; So, short, rushed, all in all highly awkward, but it's something. And I have some stuff to talk to y'all 'bout, so bare with me on this A/N.

To start off, something less serious. You guys might end up hating me for suggesting this but go find the saddest Canada ship fic you can think of and read it while listening to Invisible by Disciple. It's such a perfect song for all his ships… Now that I've associated it with him I'll never be able to listen to it without sobbing.

Second less serious thing before serious things: WHO HERE HAS READ GUTTERS. I started and finished it Monday, and I (sorry for my language but I can't find any other words to explain this) fucking cried myself to sleep, because DEAR. GOD. WHO THE HELL WOULD DECIDE TO WRITE THAT. IN WHAT WORLD IS THAT OKAY. THAT WAS NOT FUCKING OKAY. MY FRIEND SHOWED IT TO ME AND WE READ IT AT THE SAME TIME AND WE BOTH THOUGHT IT WOULD BE FUNNY BECAUSE EVERYTHING SHE SAW ABOUT IT ON TUMBLR WAS ABOUT DEN'S APPARENT OBSESSION WITH PINEAPPLES AND NOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPE. NOPE. FUCKITTY BYE.
Sorry I just… I have been BROKEN for the past forty eight hours thanks to that fanfiction. I can't remember the last time a fic has actually led me to physical, quite real tears, but I was fucking sobbing for at least an hour. I don't even KNOW for how long because I fucking fell asleep. I was crying so hard it exhausted me. T_T

Now, for serious stuff, I got a question for y'all. My mind has been swimming with ten hundred fic ideas lately - one of the reasons I haven't been updating, besides school - and I had one that I kinda really like but I'm seriously not sure about at all, since it follows modern events.
Trump.
I'd change names of all the nation's bosses, the year (as this is already set in the future,) but basically it would be an almost World War Three? It came from the idea that he's so like Hitler and before I knew it my HIGHLY messed up brain had warped the whole situation into an UsCan fic (possible sequel to this..? If anything, that's what it'll be) where the FACE family, Mexico, Greenland, and the NATO countries are dealing with the threat of the power abuse of (let's call him Sam, for the sake of a name) that would be sitting at his fingertips, and a whole bunch of shit goes down following, including Alfred trying to hold off his "America" side to keep rebelling against the government and military because he's seen what this path leads towards and doesn't want that - again -, and Sam is saying "Nope, you do what I say, ya lil' brat."
…. I'm trying to keep this as vague as possible. n.n; And yeah.
But, what do you guys feel about it? I personally hate it when people do things about current/recent events, and I know I'm not alone on that opinion. Which is why I'm so hesitant about this.

Also, the memory was of the conscription from World War One, where the Canadian government was trying to entirely stabilize an army. Basically, it was the time-old thing of English and French hating everything the other suggests. Except, this time, within the same borders. The final product of it was Borden saying to the Quebecers that if opposing forces (I only know the official name in French - Triple Entente) came onto Canadian water/soil, then they would be forced to participate in defensive measures. However, if the war remained in Europe then they could keep on participating indirectly, lending supplies to the war effort and that. It pretty much tore apart the country - neither the first, nor last time that happened, - and was one of the more minor reasons (in my personal opinion) for the economy drop after the war ended. Just because a divided country ain't no healthy country, as Canada himself said.

So, yeah. Sorry for such a long note. I just had a lot I wanted to tell y'all, and explain that, 'cause I don't seem to be successful in following my rule of 'mostly canon memories' so far. As always, hope you guys enjoyed! n.n

French to English (I just realized that I've had that backwards this entire time, saying English to French. ^~^; Oops…)
Si l'Allemagne vien ici, sur la terre Canadienne, tu dois défendre avec nous. Si la guerre reste en Europe, c'est seulement les volontaires qui participe au guerre: If Germany comes here, on Canadian turf, you must defend with us. If the war remains in Europe, it's only volunteers that participate.
D'accord, Matthieu… Tu est chanceux que j'avais une bonne jour: Alright, Matthew… You're lucky I've had a good day.
Merde: Shit (I'm not sure if I've used it before in this fic so here it is in the translation section.)