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Oh I realized after re-reading my other chapters that I made Santo very bipolar O.o I realized one second he was shy and the next all happiness or something… I'm keeping it XP

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"Mr. Vargas has Amnesia." The doctor confirmed. The whole group was at the makeshift hospital in Rome as the doctor, Dr. Edmund Artz, gave them the news.

Antonio and Francis had arrived with poor Lovino, who was deeply concerned about his brother but was annoyed that they brought that snail eating bastard with them, an hour after Ludwig's group had arrived. The three sat in the waiting room with Lovino. He was mumbling all the curse words he knew in order of languages. He was mumbling but staring blindly to nothing only looking when Dr. Artz came. He looked lost. And they all knew why; Feliciano wasn't just his brother, he was his other half, they weren't a nation with only the South, so if the North forgot who he is what would become of all of Italy?

The doctor continued while looking at a clipboard, "He has two broken ribs, several large lacerations that need stitches and a severe gash on his head." He paused for a moment to flip through some papers, "We also believe that he had a concussion; that probably was what caused his amnesia."

"What can you do for him Dr. Artz?" Ludwig asked, he seemed the only able one to talk.

"We've given him some pain relievers for the pain, we'll fix up his broken ribs and stitch him up here. As for the amnesia, you might need to jog his memory yourselves; we have too many patients here to do it." He explained everything to them in that strange doctor way. Not giving them a chance to respond before starting again, "The best way would be to get him to learn new information to replace what was lost, or to use intact memories as a basis for taking in new information." He paused to look through his notes, "Memory training may also include a variety of strategies for organizing information so that it's easier-

Lovino cut him off, now he was irritated and he wanted to actually see Feliciano's damage instead of this dim-witted man telling him, "Dammit! I want to go see mi fratello now Dr. Idiota"

Dr. Artz, surprised at the sudden outburst, slowly nodded and signaled them to follow to where the younger Italian was.

In one of the small rooms in the back Feliciano was having fun watching the machine some doctor hooked him up to. Occasionally he would hear another person move and catch his attention. He would look but the other four people he was sharing the room would just be shifting around. No one wanted to talk to him and he was bored so he would just stare at the machines; each time they made a beep he would giggle and watch as the lines go up or down. He heard the footsteps approach but didn't look to see who it was until he felt little hands pulling at his shirt.

"Big brother Feli, it's us." Santo said with a slightly tired voice like just woke from a nap. He had fallen asleep on the ride up to the hospital. Gilbert had carried him in when they arrived and let him sleep on him. Gil didn't mind, it felt like he was holding a mini Feliciano.

Feliciano looked at them all for a while before lightning up, "hey it's you people again!" He had his normal goofy grin on his face and it made Lovino's tears ducts start quivering but he told himself he would NOT start crying again. He did that enough on the ride up. Lovino slowly made his way towards his brother and Santo. "Feliciano…" He muttered looking at his brother.

Feliciano mumbled a small, "ve?" before Lovino hugged him.

"This is my fault! All of it! I should have made you stay with me since it was that late." He grabbed Feliciano's shoulders like he did when they first found him and their brown eyes seemed to melt together, "I'm your fratello, grandpa told me to watch you and make sure you didn't get hurt."

"Grandpa… Oh you mean Grandpa Ro-" Feliciano started but Lovino cut him off.

"DON'T say his real name; try to remember not to, okay?" Feliciano nodded.

Ludwig turned to the doctor. "So Dr. Artz, when can Feliciano return home?" Ludwig wanted him home as soon as possible. There was a world conference coming up and he didn't want an amnesiac North Italy as the North's representation.

"We can fix him up tomorrow and we can probably send him home the next day to rest since we have so many injured people here," He replied then turned to leave, "I have to go check on other patients, I'll allow you to stay with Feliciano for now, Goodbye." He then left to some other part of the hospital.

Short chapter is very short OO

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