Back at the house, Matthew is doing all the kissing; Ivan is trying to get him off.

"Matvey, please… this is not you!" Ivan pushes Matthew off and the shock of it makes him snap back. Ivan backs away unsure of how to help when Matthew blinks at him slowly and starts to walk to him.

"Ivan? What happened?" Matthew asks. Ivan runs to him and holds him glad that he is normal again.

"You were drunk, da? You know what happens when you drink," relief washes over Ivan and he kisses the Canadian, forgetting that there is another French maniac running around.

I finally reach the bar and walk in and immediately sit down. The manager, James, sees me and laughs.

"What is the point of taking vacation time if you are gonna spend it here, Cel?" he asks me.

"Thought I would dance here for once, mon ami!" I laugh back. Inside I am panicking… I can't get control. Normally I can get control back, because they were just voices but now I don't know what is even happening. "Besides, I am leaving in the morning for overseas!"

"Lucky you! Send us a postcard, will ya?" James says and pats my shoulder. "First round'll be on the house tonight, got it?" I nod and see a guy that strikes my interest.

"That, mon ami, sounds magnificent!" I tell him then make my way over to the guy and begin to flirt.

Matthew breaks of the kiss noticing something wrong; he can't quite place it until he looks around and doesn't see me.

"Uh, Ivan. Where is Celestia?" Ivan blushes and looks away. "Ivan! What happened?" Matthew notices Ivan's pipe resting beside the couch. "And why is that out?"

"Well, you see you were French, da? The girl said she could fix you, but she slapped you and I may have… hit her with the pipe by accident…" he admits. Matthew shakes his head and groans.

"She was probably trying to shock me sober! She works in a bar, Ivan! She knows how to deal with drunks!" Matthew face palms and then remembers how hard Ivan can hit. "What did you do with her? I know you had to have knocked her out."

"She may have gone French herself and left…" Ivan admits and looks down ashamed.

"You let her out of here in French mode? She just received Earth shattering news and then you knock another personality into her! She probably can't control it!" Matthew tells him. He wants to be angry but he just sighs and looks exasperated.

"I could not stop her as you were busy kissing me, da?"

"Let's just find her before something bad happens… you know Francis…"

"I have her cell phone number. We can call that." Ivan tells Matthew before grabbing his own to dial it.

"How do you have her number?"

"I may have taken the number when she was reading about herself. If we take her to Germany and she gets lost, we have number to be safe, da?" Ivan dials the number and hands the phone to Matthew. "You can talk to the French girl better. You know how they think."

"I just hope she picks up," Matthew says worried. Knowing the French personality, if she has found a victim, she will ignore the phone and focus on the man, or woman, she has picked. When the phone goes to voicemail he hangs up with a sigh. "She isn't answering but we can trace her phone, right?"

"You are funny, but I would like to dance, mon cher!" I tell the guy. We have had about three drinks and I am ready to get out of here. Inside I know what she is doing but I can't even move; I am being held prisoner in my own head. I watch as the French version of me leads him to the dance floor and feel extremely pissed when he starts to wrap his arms around me. I get even more upset when French me laughs and holds him back. I want to call her a bitch but that would technically be insulting myself. The other voices in my head seem to not care as they all comment on what's happening and I try not to laugh when one calls her a frog; then I return to trying to gain control again.

"I am sorry, one moment, please?" I say as my phone goes off. When I see it is an unknown number I send it to voicemail. French me puts the phone away and thinks back at us. 'Just relax in there mes amis! Let me show you how to have a good time!' Then with a laugh I turn back to the guy and ask for another drink.

Matthew sits down and begins the long task of trying to locate my phone before Ivan steps forward and takes his phone away.

"I need that to track her, Ivan!" Matthew says reaching for the phone, but Ivan just shakes his head. "She is my niece!" realizes what he said and that I really am.

"Da. You could just be checking Facebook, though?" he hands Matthew his own phone where he has pulled up my profile and shows him a picture from about five minutes ago James posted.

"She's at the bar! Let's go!" Matthew runs straight out towards the bar at superhuman speed; perks of being a country. Ivan follows soon after with his pipe. He actually looked at the picture and noticed the guy with his hands all over me.

When I realize I can't get out, I start to hope that Matthew and Ivan come to find me… they have to right? He is Alfred's brother, making him my uncle. 'Uncle Matthew will come! Ivan will too, I know it!' I keep repeating this in my head over and over but as the guy starts to lead me out of the bar I begin to question it. Will they come get me out? Once out of the bar the guy leads me down the alley and starts to kiss me, and sadly, French me kisses back. Just when I think it's over I hear an extremely angry voice come from the end of the alley.

"Get your dirty hands off my niece…" I see Matthew and inside real me is elated. Ivan appears behind him and charges forward and takes a swing at the dude, knocking him out instantly.

"Ah, so I see hard to get has changed his mind, no?" French me says with a wink and Ivan shakes his head. Matthew runs forward towards me.

"God damn it, France!" Matthew says just before punching me and knocking me out. Ivan looks at him bewildered. "What? I wanted to save my niece! Don't judge!" Back inside my head that French bitch sighs.

'I try to show you a good time and this is the thanks I get? So sad, mon cher…'

"What do we do with him?" Ivan gestures to the unconscious man with his pipe. Matthew's eyes glow red for a moment.

"I don't care, kill him if you want. We got her back and that's all that matters to me." Matthew picks me up and carries my out cold body home. "Let's go, little one." Ivan stays behind a moment and looks at his pipe.

"Well he said I could…" Ivan swings the pipe down with a smile and then tosses the guy in a dumpster not caring if he survived that last blow or not. Then swinging his pipe, he follows behind. Unconsciously I tuck into his arms and mumble the bit that French me told me about having a good time.

"I am sorry I had to punch you, Celestia," Matthew whispers genuinely feeling bad about it, even if it was necessary. I respond to him unconsciously in French.

"I was not finished with him yet, Uncle."

"I don't fucking care, he wasn't good enough for you anyway."

"No human will be, but they are still fun."

"No! Humans are not for entertainment!" Matthew tells me as Ivan catches up and hugs Matthew from behind. He is now confused as we were speaking in French until that point.

"What are they for then, Uncle?" I ask him and Matthew tears up.

"They are here to make the world better," Matthew says and slows down wondering what brought this on, Ivan just listens.

"Damn good job they have done so far," I whisper, tears forming in my eyes.

"There are good humans out there," they both look down at me as they notice I am crying. When he says this I laugh ironically.

"The only nice people I have met turned out to be countries personified."

"Well you are younger than us, you haven't seen as much as we have…" Matthew trails off nervously, thankful I haven't seen some of the things he has.

"Da, I am forgetting she is just a baby. She is only, sixty-five, no?" Ivan laughs and Matthew gives off a nervous chuckle as I start to cry and slip back into French.

"They tried to kill me once and they put me in a lab," I sob out. Those memories I wish hadn't come back spill from my mouth. Ivan runs into us when Matthew stops at the words.

"What?" he blurts out in English and Ivan looks at him confused.

"That was why Dad never let me go out by myself."

"When did this happen?" Matthew looks down at me and on the back of my neck, normally hidden by my hair; he sees the faint black lines that write out a number. He looks carefully at me some more and sees the faint lines of old scars that blend in nearly perfectly with my skin; no one would notice them if they didn't look.

"When I was little. I used to think they were just nightmares, but now I know they were memories."

"I will kill them all! Any of them that are still alive!" Matthew's eyes go red again and Ivan hugs him to try to calm him down. Matthew give a startled squeak forgetting Ivan was there.

"That was another reason I wanted to see the world. I always knew there had to be good things out there," I fall back into English and I stay quiet now. The others try to take advantage of this and one, England, succeeds to deliver a message. "Even with her memories back, she still has hope for them. Try to prove her right, please?" Matthew nods and starts back to the house.

"The world is a bad place. As a country we are here to make it better, we just might not know how to do it all the time," Matthew sighs and finally reaches the house.

"Her heart is filled with so much hope. We truly wish none break it," I sigh and Matthew places me on the couch.

"You've never met a Canadian then; we are apparently nice," he laughs.

"Are they really any different? Are any humans actually different? They hate and hurt, they take and they leave, destroy all they see… and why? Because it is not like them."

"Hey, you haven't met everyone in the world yet. Just Americans, and you are right; most of them are jerks," he doesn't want to say French are too; sometimes Matthew hates his dad. He walks into the kitchen and grabs some cold water and walks back in and throws it on my face. "Now wake up!"