I MADE BLOOPERS AT THE END. Sorry I couldn't help it, they aren't even that funny.

Chapter three

His perfect dreams were shattered when Denmark bluntly interrupted his inquiry.

"Denmark are y—"

"Who are you?"

Everything was a jumbled and confusing mess. Who were these people who claimed to know him? Mathias knew for a fact, he would never associate with people who claimed to be nations. And they thought he was crazy.

Mathias stared numbly at the dumbfounded 'nations.' The small, long haired one who claimed to be Norway was shaking as he stared at him. The tall, intimidating one and the person clinging to him looked quite shocked. The teenager holding a… puffin had his eyes closed and appeared to be processing the situation.

While he was studying the strangers, Mathias didn't notice 'Norway's' sudden movement until it was too late. Gasping, his eyes widened as the smaller person grabbed him into a fierce hug. Startling, Mathias pushed him away roughly as a scowl etched itself on his face.

"What the hell?!"

The other three tensed at the shove and prepared to calm the befuddled nation into a more passive state. There was only one problem with that plan. Mathias didn't want to calm down. He wanted to know who the hell these people were, and why he was in the hospital and couldn't remember anything. He wanted answers and he wanted them now.

"Alright, you walk into my room right after I wake up. You start spouting crazy shit about nations and fires yet how come I've never seen you in my life?! I don't know you, none of you seem to understand that!"

The strange people looked appalled and horror stricken. Their brother, the first nordic, had no idea who any of them were. The thought alone made the present nations want to curl up and cry.

Apparently hearing shouting, the doctor rushed into the hospital room. Mathias scanned his named tag before launching rapid-fire questions about these people and the hospital. The doctor, Dr. Tomsen, hushed his frantic inquiries with a diagnosis.

"Mathias, I know this may not be comfortable for you, but what these people say is true. They are indeed your family."

"Then how come I don't know them?!"

"I'm afraid to say during the house fire, a beam fell on your head, causing severe damage to the medial temporal lobe. Judging by my observations, you no longer posses the ability to remember them. You're memories are gone, Mathias."

Mathias shook his head in disbelief. That wasn't possible. Yet the more he thought about it, loosing his memories was the only reasonable explanation to the predicament Mathias currently found himself in.

"Oh."

He muttered. Mathias could feel his gaze loosing focus and could do nothing to stop it. Maybe this was all a terrible dream. Maybe he would wake up and carry on his life as normally as possible. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. The word played like a continuous mantra in Mathias's brain until he could feel and think no more.

Maybe he would never remember his old life.

Maybe his friends would get exasperated of putting up with him and leave him alone.

Maybe.

Maybe.

"—nmark!"

The world around him faded to grey and Mathias found himself slipping into inky darkness.

"—ink he'll wake up, doctor?"

"It has been two days, I imagine he will be waking up soon. Notify me if anything happens."

Mathias slowly faded into consciousness as he heard the sound of receding footsteps and the slight thud of a closing door. He groaned softly and squeezed his eyes shut.

"Denmark? Are you awake?"

This isn't happening, please be a dream, please be a dream.

"Denmark, I can see your eyes moving through your eyelids."

Crap. The Norwegian lunatic was still next to him. Maybe if I don't respond he'll go away.

"Denmark."

Not gonna happen.

"Denmark."

No.

"Denmark."

Dear lord, did this guy ever give up?

"Fine, have it your way. I'm leaving."

Mathias heard the fading sound of receding footsteps and a door slam. He sighed and slowly peeled his lids apart only to let out a shriek when he found dull blue circles two inches away from his face. The owner of the pair keeled backward in order to avoid a painful collision of foreheads. Mathias clenched his hands into tight fists and growled.

"Dude what the hell?!"

The eyes just blinked. It appeared the Norwegian was trying to keep an emotionless mask but Mathias could see right through it. Through the indifference he could see sadness, loneliness, and was that… longing? No way, Mathias didn't even know this guy! He pushed away the thought, but couldn't suppress a blush at the idea of him and this man being in a relationship.

"My name is Lukas."

Mathias startled, and started dumbly at the slender man.

"Huh?"

Lukas hid a small smile behind his hand.

"I'm glad to see you are still the same idiot that I used to know."

Mathias decided the ignore the uttered insult. Instead, he mulled over the name in his head. Lukas… Lukas… it sounded familiar yet no matter how hard Mathias thought, he couldn't put his finger on where he heard it before.

"Mathias I just want to let you know you can trust us. All four of us. We are your family after all."

Mathias harrumphed and crossed his arms. As if. Did Lukas expect him to forget everything the four said about being nations? Mathias was not going to place his trust in a bunch of raving, lying, loons. His internal accusations were halted by the other man's refusal to be silent.

"Which is why you are coming home with us."

Mathias blinked owlishly.

"And no, you don't have a choice. We are more closely related to you than anyone else."

It took Mathias a full second to decide that one, he wasn't going to be shoved in a home with strangers, and two, if he was going to be forced, he was going down fighting.

"NO! I don't know you, you lunatic! You're all crazy!"

Mathias's screaming alerted the medical staff who rushed in with sedatives and needles. Lukas jumped off the bed as Mathias lunged towards the door. No way was he being dragged off with these freaks!

"You can't make me! No, I don't want too!"

Nurses latched onto his arms, trying to keep him from moving.

"Mr. Kohler if you don't calm down we will be forced to sedate you."

Mathias glared at Lukas with the intensity of a blazing fire.

"No! I don't want to go with them!"

He felt a sharp prick on the inside of his arm and began to feel woozy.

"I'm sorry Mr. Kohler, I'm afraid you have no choice."

For what seemed like the tenth time in the past week, Mathias's awareness fled and darkness took its place.

But not before he sent one last hate filled glare towards the wide-eyed man. The very same man who had snuffed out any real chance Mathias had at living a normal life.

Like I said, I couldn't help it. If you laugh, I'm glad but also surprised that you found it funny.

BLOOPERS:

"My name is Lukas."

Mathias startled, and started dumbly at the slender man.

"Huh?"

Lukas hid a small smile behind his hand.

"I'm glad to see you are still the same idiot that I used to know."

Suddenly, Lukas's eyes widened and took on a glassy, possessed quality and started belting out song lyrics at full volume.

"NOW YOUR JUST SOMEBODY THAT I USED TO KNOW."

The freaky tall guy, the small cheerful one, and the white haired teen slid into the room all wearing sunglasses. The three backup singers whispered.

"That I used to know."

"NOW YOUR JUST SOMEBODY THAT I USED TO KNOOOOW."

Mathias promptly screamed and jumped out the window. He watched from a distance as the four were piled into a car that was driven to a mental facility.

—

Mathias glared at Lukas with the intensity of a blazing fire.

"No! I don't want to go with them!"

He felt a sharp prick on the inside of his arm and began to feel woozy.

"I'm sorry Mr. Kohler, I'm afraid you have no choice."

For what seemed like the tenth time in the past week, Mathias's awareness fled and darkness took its place.

Mathias could only think of one thing to say before he passed out.

"Hello darkness. My old friend."

Forgive me father for I have sinned.