Finally, a chapter that actually has some sustenance~! WHO'S HAPPY ;D?

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After all the craziness that had happened at the house and Romano's stubbornness, France was forced to sit in the passenger's seat. It didn't help Germany at all, especially since he had to stop every few minutes so that France's head would hit the dashboard just when he's thinking about reaching out and groping Romano. Someone had to protect him, and Spain definitely was not helping whatsoever.

Just before he felt Nazi blood running back to his brain, a welcoming sight appeared: Prussia waving them down from the door of a nearby café. He quickly turned into a parking lot (throwing France into the dashboard again) and turned off the car, leaving just to see the dazed Frenchman rub the bruise on his forehead. What a sissy.

"Germany…" He whined. "Couldn't you drive any slower…?"

"Try buckling up next time." He rolled his eyes. "At least show some form of restraint."

"Are you trying to say something about me?"

"Yeah! KEEP IT IN YOUR PANTS, JACKASS!"

"Oh? Why, Romano?"

"Wait, what are you doing? Get away, get away!"

Oh jeez. Not this again.

Nonetheless, Canada tried his best to separate his horny father from a terrified young man which ended up throwing them into the café (crazy French whore). Germany shook his head and saw Prussia laughing at all of them with the strangest laugh that he had ever heard.

"Isn't France just a hoot?"

"Um…yeah…real hoot." Germany turned back to Prussia. "Hey, uh…can I ask you a few questions?"

"Oh yeah sure~!" Prussia boasted. "What do you want to know from the awesome me?"

"…me."

"Eh? Dude, don't tell me you just conked out and forgot who you are! You're a nation!"

"Yeah, I know…I meant how you found me."

He froze.

"Did you really find me on a battlefield just when I was about to die?" Germany folded his arms. "Because I remember it a lot differently."

/= [FLASHBACK] =/

After so long of just searching, he finally found that damn Austrian's house!

He hid in the bushes with a few of his loyal men as they watched a woman appear from the doorway. She looked like she was doing some laundry, completely unaware of just what was about to happen to her. He was about to signal a move when he heard one of his men mumble to himself.

"Why are we even here and not on the battlefield?" He asked someone. "Is this an assassination attempt?"

"No…it's a kidnapping you dolt." Prussia answered.

"Why? Who are we kidnapping?"

"The German Confederation, of course!" He turned to his men. "I thought you were the men who knew about our existence!"

"Oh, right!" That man blushed in embarrassment. "I-I didn't think that the Confederation already had a personification, that's all."

"That's true…way too young to manage itself…but remember, he's from the ashes of the Holy Roman Empire. It went away when your fathers were just your age."

"So we're kidnapping nations…"

"Exactly." He looked up. "Oh, look at that. The maid's done. Let's go."

It didn't take that much effort. It was a whole army versus a girl that was taken off guard. Prussia had a hard time trying to subdue her, but fortunately one of his men was able to deliver a swift blow to her neck. If it hadn't been for the mission, he would've allowed him to go even further. They charged through the rooms before finding what they were searching for: a young man, sick and confined in bed, looking right at him with a glare.

"So you're Prussia."

"Indeed I am." He walked into the room. "You know why I'm here, right?"

"I'm not stupid. I know why you're here."

"Are you going to resist?"

"If I did, you'll take it out on Elizabeta. Most likely she's unconscious if you are here without her trying to stop you."

"You've got a good analytical mind. You know you're wasting them with a man like Austria."

"I have faith in Roderich." He stated. "I may be your prisoner now, but I know that he will win this war and take me back."

"…and on the off chance that you are wrong?"

"…then your kingdom will crumble."

"Trying to walk like a hero, aren't you?" Prussia laughed. "You know that he will not win this war!"

"Then you will not live forever. You will be just like me: soon confined to a bed, unable to move. And then you will dissolve into nothing."

Prussia cringed at his statement. Is this boy really just spitting complete nonsense at him? Since when did he have to sound like such a freakin' grown-up? He mumbled some choice words to himself as he ordered his men to carry him out of the house. His words will not move him. The Kingdom of Prussia will persevere…!

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"So you remember that day."

"Of course I do." Germany stated. "I guess I was right about everything."

"About what?"

"The fact that if Austria lost the war, your kingdom will not last."

"Hell, Austria's kingdom didn't last long!" Prussia was starting to get annoyed. "Why're you rubbing it in my face now?"

"Well, when your kingdom was dissolved, I had to save you." Germany answered, sounding completely different. "When Austria's kingdom was dissolved, his land banded together and formed a republic, saving himself from death."

"…and here I thought that boy that held so much against me had died so long ago…"

"He did die…over and over again…and yet never stayed that way." The lights in his eyes finally glowed, bringing life back into his face.

"So what…you have your memories back." Prussia folded his arms. "Are you suddenly going to spit eternal hatred toward me?"

"No. I won't."

"…no?" Prussia tilted his head.

"You might've been the man who won the war, took me away from Italy, raised me to be a nation under your command…but you are still my older brother." Germany nodded his head. "You raised me, took care of my needs, retaught me everything that I have forgotten…and you took over my duty as a nation after I…"

"No need to say it, bruder. I understand." He sighed. "In fact…I'm a little proud of myself."

"…well, why am I not surprised?"

"Well, when I was thinking of making you into a nation, I wanted you to have that creepy spunk on you…that part that made even someone as awesome as me quake in my boots." Prussia chuckled. "And look at that! I actually did it!"

"Aren't you proud?"

"Hellz yeah I am!"

"Geez…you are such an idiot, with a horrible taste in friends and the most annoying laugh that I have ever heard…" He smiled. "I couldn't ask for a better brother."

"Aw geez…you're gonna make me cry…totally unawesome, bro."

Germany shook his head as he watched Prussia try to hide his tears, only to be successful once Canada was able to get France down to normal levels. Romano turned to Germany and muttered some choice words before storming into the café without so much as another glance.

"Bruder…do you know where Italy is?"

"He's with Austria somewhere. They just told me that they're going to pick us up once they get what they're looking for."

"…who's us?"

"Oh, me and Hungary." He tilted his head. "Hey, how much of your memories are back, anyway?"

"Enough to know that I have to talk to her about something."

"Oh…well then, be my guest! She's not in her usual attire, so you'll have a hard time finding her…"

"I think I'll know when I see her."

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And now we go into some meaning. I think I forgot something historical here…I can't remember. Oh well.