A/N: Sorry that I haven't updated in a while! School has been crazy as always (I hate being a junior! At least band is over but finals!) Anyways, we have some sneaking around here! I'm not going to go into much detail here, just read the chapter!

Ludwig woke in the middle of the night with a fright. He looked at his brother next to him. Gilbert had come home just at the right time for dinner. Their father had said that he would never did need a clock to know when it was dinner because Gilbert was their clock. Ludwig had noticed his brother had been in a happier mood and still was.

"Mmm…Ludwig why are you awake?" Gilbert asked while sitting up rubbing his eyes.

"I just realized that everyone around me is a nation."

"Yeah well so are you!"

"With a name! And not so loud! Do you want to wake Vatti?" Ludwig hissed.

"No…but what gives? What do you mean by that?"

"Prussia is your other name. What is my other name?"

"That's easy! It's…" Gilbert stopped talking. Ludwig crossed his arms.

"I'm waiting. What is it?"

"I don't know!" Gilbert shouted and quickly covered his mouth. They wait to see if their door would open. When it didn't Gilbert let out the breath that he had held. Ludwig stood up on the bed and crept to the window.

"What are you doing?"

Ludwig opened the window and it slammed against the side of the house. They both whipped their heads to the door and waited a few minutes before Ludwig walked out onto the tree branch that was at the window.

"What are you doing!" Gilbert asked again as he rushed himself to get up and to the window, "Do you want to get in trouble?"

Ludwig was half way to the trunk, "I am going to the palace to look at maps, and one of them will have me on there!"

"NO!"Gilbert jumped onto the branch causing it to shake. "Your name changed several times! Just like how I did and any other nation!"

"BUT THE PROBLEM IS THAT I DON'T REMEMBER ANY OF THE NAMES!" Ludwig screamed, now hugging the tree.

"West calm down! Do you want to die?"

"NATIONS CAN'T BE KILLED! WE LEARNED THAT TODAY DIDN'T WE? WHEN YOU ALMOST KILLED ME IN FRONT OF ITALY AND JAPAN! WHY DO I NOT REMEMBER ANYTHING?"

Gilbert ran across the branch and slapped Ludwig, "Shut up. Just because you can't remember…just because…"Gilbert rested his forehead on Ludwig's shoulder, "I wish I couldn't remember West. I wish I was like you, but I was Prussia before Rome was in complete control. I wish I was the Tectonic Knight Order again. I don't want to be Prussia! As a nation with a name, you remember what it was like to be free! You have no memories of that! I could tell you so much about us as kids and so could Vatti but you won't remember any of it! You just have to believe us and trust us to tell the truth! As kids we ran around playing hunting games before Rome defeated Vatti. We cheered Vatti on and tended to his wounds when they need to be tended to and when Rome got close, Vatti told us to hide. We hid because we wanted Vatti to know that we would listen and obey him. Vatti made us food and took us hunting sometimes and you had these wooden blocks that Vatti had made. You smiled all the time. Now you don't smile at all. What happened West?"

"Tu est cum, ego valo vit. Ego habit volo arm fortum, tuus sicut. When did we make that up?"

"After Rome took over. Do you remember what it means? It means 'with you, I value life. I wish I possessed a strong arm, as yours.' I want to be as strong as you and you to be as strong as you can be! If learning your nation name makes you strong than I will help you!"

"Thank you brunder." The two climbed down the tree and ran to the wall. They scaled it and slid off to the Italian side. Gilbert pulled Ludwig through the halls until they reached a room, the only room that Gilbert knew by heart. Feliciano's room.

On the other side of the door was a wide awake Feliciano and a sleepy Kiku.

"Feliciano-sama, please go to sleep," Kiku whined. He jumped when the door was practically thrown open.

"Master Feliciano, take us to the library! We demand that we look through the maps and find West's nation name!"

"YES!" Feliciano screamed in glee. He jumped off the bed and ran out of his room, the other three followed him through the twist and turns of the halls until they reached a huge set of double doors.

"Wow," Ludwig breathed out. The doors went from the floor to the ceiling. They were made out of oak and were probably a meter thick.

"How are we going to get through that? They are at least 3 dekameters high!" Gilbert shouted.

"Uh use the smaller door that's inside of the giant door?" Feliciano suggested while opening said door.

"That is so cool!" They followed Feliciano inside to a small section of the library.

"This is where the maps are. So what are we looking for?"

"Well we are looking in the central part of the empire and uh…somewhere west of me and German sounding…I think," Gilbert explained to Feliciano who gave him a dirty look.

"PRUSSIA! Do you know how many maps there are for the central empire alone? Like thousands! Give me a date and then I can base it off of that!"

"I am known as Prussia and the Germanic Empire is like almost nothing! Rome already took Greece and Africa and everything east of me. I was like one of those defenses that you have when you are running low on stuff and stuff."

Ludwig felt like hitting his head over and over and over. His brother wasn't much help but he wasn't any help at all.

"I just want to know my name. It's not fair that I don't remember anything!"

Everyone stared at him and then Italy pulled out maps.

"Start to look for either Prussia or something German. Not all of the maps have names on the lands, just outlines."

They started to look through the maps and after some time they all had settled on a map. Gilbert had stayed on one map in peculiar for a long time.

"What's so important about that one map brunder?"

"It has me on it!" Everyone crowded around him. "This," He pointed at a certain spot on the map that had an outline but no name just like how Feliciano had mentioned, "Is me. Well me back a few hundred years and to the west somewhere is Ludwig. I just don't know where exactly but of course this is an outdated map so it is going to be different."

"What is this?" Kiku pointed at a spot west of Gilbert's territory.

"Oh that is…"I don't know. Well I do I just don't remember!"

"It's alright Gil."

"I remember," Feliciano spoke up, "That was an empire who was trying to control of Grandpa Rome's land. He kept following me, trying to urge me into join him so that we could control the earth. I rejected him every single time. I wonder what happened to him…"

No one made the connection.

"What was his name?" Ludwig asked out of curiosity.

"It was Holy something. It sounded like he was copying Grandpa Rome. I always wonder who his parents were for naming him like that."

"Holy Roman Empire?" Gilbert asked Feliciano with a pale face.

"Yeah! That's it. Does that ring any bells Ludwig?"

"No. Gilbert?"

Gilbert was quiet not looking at them, "It does. Ludwig I think that was your name. The reason you don't remember anything might mean that you were dissolved secretly or something. It's not your name now but it was your name at some point. I don't think that this helps at all."

"Yes it does brunder!" Ludwig pounds his fist on a desk, "At least I can feel normal around everyone now."

"But Ludwig-san, 'Holy Roman Empire' isn't your name anymore! You must have a different name by now! How can you feel 'normal'?"

Gilbert groaned so loud that it actually sounded painful, "Look here Asian boy, my little brother, the land that is to the west of me that has no name, is happy for knowing one name! Do not rain on his parade! He has not been happy since like ever! And do you know why? Because he has that Forgeto-Memorio-Sticko up his tight little ass!"

Ludwig face turned scarlet along with Kiku's, "Brunder! Apologize for your language!"

"Why? It's true! The faster you remember your memory, the faster you will be happier!"

"No he won't," Feliciano stated, "He will be unhappy. No, his name is not 'Holy Roman Empire', he has a different name."

"Than what is it? I want to know my name; I want to know why I have this feeling like nothing now isn't right! Feliciano," Ludwig grabbed Feliciano into a hug, "I want to know!"

Feliciano just stood there and said nothing. He didn't know! Yes he was the prince of the world, but how was he suppose to know something that wasn't on any record? He started to whimper. He had the feeling that he was suppose to trust Ludwig with everything.

"Doitsu," Feliciano whispered. That word, it felt familiar to him. He just had no clue what it meant, "Ludwig, I think you should go home. You're not going to find what you are looking for here. I'm sorry!" Feliciano pulled away from Ludwig. Ludwig nod and grabbed his by the arm and walked out of the library.

"West, I'm sorry that you didn't find what you where looking for."

Ludwig was silent. Ludwig had found what he was looking for but he just didn't know what it meant. 'Doitsu' didn't sound Italian or Roman, just what was it?

A/N: Ta-da! And know I have to write the Rome/Germania story now! …I'll do that later…*sticks out tongue* Any ways, winter break is starting soon so I'll be able to write more!

Preview for next chapter.

"Antonio? What about him brother ~ve?" Feliciano tilt his head.

"He seems interesting. I just wonder if you knew anything about him," Lovino blushed and looked away.

"Interesting how? I just know that he guard and that he is a nation. He's been around as long as us, maybe longer!"

"Really? Where is he?" Lovino's eyes lit up. It would be amazing if Antonio was a nation!

"North of us. Or was it west? One of the two, lots of gladiators came from his home land I think…" Feliciano shrugged, "I'm going to go hang out with Doitsu now brother. I'll see you later!"

Lovino watch his brother wave to him good-bye. When his brother was completely gone he threw his book across the room. Lovino know that 'Doitsu' was codeword for that damn potato bastard that he hated so much! Maybe if he found Antonio he would feel better. Lots of gladiators came from his land? Lovino remembered one that he like the most that was called the 'Spaniard' and that he came from Espainia. Was that Antonio?