3. An Awkward Reunion

Holy Roman Empire

Austrian Hospital

After he finished taking the tests, I was allowed to clean myself up. But I wasn't used to the methods that I was shown.

For instance. First was the toilet, then the shower then brushing my teeth. All of which, I didn't use in my time. Atleast, not in the way that I was showed now.

After I cleaned up, I ordered "room service". I didn't know what most of the menu was, so I went with steak and potatoes. They weren't bad. The doctor was talking to me while I ate. He asked me about this and that. But not long into my meal, there was a knock on the door.

The doctor stood and answered the door. "There's a visitor." I heard a nurse say. The doctor looked at me.

"What do you say?" He asked me. "Ready for visitors?" I nodded.

The doctor and nurse stepped aside to let a man through. He was very tall, with a royal blue uniform, and a cross pendant. I didn't recognize him at first, but I knew him as soon as I saw the white hair and red eyes. The albino looks of my brother.

"Prussia!" I exclaimed. I can't believe it! My brother! His uniform was very different from when I last saw him. And could he have gotten taller?

He grinned huge and rushed over to my cot. He hugged me, half sitting on the mattress. I returned his hug.

"I missed you…" He whispered.

"I'm sorry." I said. I didn't know why I was apologizing. I just knew I was happy to see him. "What's happened? How are you?" I asked.

He pulled away. "I've been fine." He said. "But, there's something you should know."

"Really?" I asked. "What is it?"

"There's another member in our family."

"W-What?"

"Yes." Prussia said. "We have a baby brother." He turned his head toward the door. "Oi, West! Get in here already!" What? Little brother? A new nation? I expected someone younger than me to come in. So I was very surprised when the huge man came shyly into the room.

He was muscular, and very tall, taller than Prussia. He had slicked back blond hair, and piercing blue eyes. And he was most certainly older than me. Physically, atleast. He reminded me of… Myself.

He was still standing awkwardly by the door. "Oh come on," Prussia urged. "Come meet your big brother." The big man, my little brother, came to sit in a chair next to the bed. I was having trouble reading his face.

"Hello," He said. His accent was thicker than Prussia's. "It's nice to meet you, Holy Roman Empire. My name is Germany."

I smiled at him. He was being too formal. "Hello, Germany." I said. "You can just call me Holy Rome." He smiled back at me, still a bit shy. "Tell me, Germany. How old are you?"

Germany thought for a second. "I came to be not long after your defeat." He said. Ah, so he is a bit older than I expected. "My house was created right where your house used to be. Some people would actually confuse me for you. They would often say that I look just like you. It was awkward for a while…" He trailed off.

"And, have you become a good, strong nation?" I asked. He looked down. Gosh, my little brother was adorable when he was shy. It might be weird, being that he looks older than me, but still.

"Well, I have a past that I'm not completely proud of," He said. "But I'm doing good now. I've been making up for it." I already knew that he was doing good before I asked. I think it's pretty obvious, what with his physique.

I put my hand on his cheek. I was surprised how little my hand looked. "However the circumstance," I said. "I'm glad to have met you, Germany."

He looked at me. "Thank you, Holy Rome." He said.

"Alright!" Prussia yelled. "Group hug!" Prussia reached out and enforced the embrace between the three brothers. After holding us there for about a minute, he released us.

We began talking about this and that. Prussia and Germany ordered drinks, then told me about what had happened over the last thousand years. Eventually, we got to how I came to the hospital.

Prussia started explaining, his face hard "You were fighting. You eventually met the nation face himself." I knew this much. He continued.

"I tried to come and help you, but I was too late. I had found the clearing where you were fighting. You were on your knees, with that man standing in front of you." He said that man as if it left a bad taste in his mouth. I knew he meant France. "I ran for you, but I was afraid I wouldn't make it. He saw me. Then he…" He paused for a moment, then continued. "He kicked you in the face. You looked right at me just before he did. A little kid-" His voice broke. He took a deep breath, then continued.

"He ran off. I almost went after him. Oh how I wanted to kill him… But I knew that you were my first priority. I went to you, fearing that you were gone. But, somehow, you were still alive. But your wounds were bad. I carried you to the hospital myself. I don't know why he didn't kill you." He looked up at me. "I just know that I'm glad he didn't."

I smiled at him. "As am I."

He smiled back. "Obviously, it hasn't been the same hospital. You switched facilities at least five times, if not more." Prussia said.

I laughed. "Yes, that is something I noticed. So much has changed." I looked over at the large lit up squares. "I still don't understand these things. Most everything, actually." Both of my brothers laughed.

"You'll get used to it." Germany said.

"So, I didn't pull you guys from anything, did !?" I asked them.

"Not really." Germany said. "I was hanging out with some friends, but it wasn't anything important."

"Same here." Prussia said. "Except for the friends part. I was just with my awesome self!"

This concerned me. "Do you still not have friends, Prussia?" I asked. Germany was suppressing laughter, while Prussia turned bright red.

"I have plenty of friends!" Prussia declared.

"Sure you do." Germany said.

"Just because you don't know them, doesn't mean I don't have them." Prussia retorted.

"Is that related to England, and his special friends?" Germany asked.

"All right, that's enough you two." I said.

"Hey, Holy Rome," Germany started. "Who did you know in your time?"

"Hmm, Let's see." I began. "For a while before the war, Austria lived at my house." I heard Germany gasp. "He married a girl named Hungary." I heard Prussia grumble. "Then the Italian twins came." They both looked up at this. I kept going. "The older brother, Romano, was mean, I didn't like him. But he went to live somewhere else before long. But the younger sister, Italy was sweet though."

Germany choked on his coffee. Prussia started giggling. "What?" I asked. "What is it?"

"You know the Italian twins?" Germany asked quietly.

"Yes. I just said that, you silly potato you." I replied.

"And you were talking about… The sister?" Germany continued.

"Yes." I said. "She was adorable. She was clumsy, but in an alluring way. I think she was my first love. Still is, to be honest. But it was unrequited. I wanted to confess after the war, but… As you know, I never got the chance." My brothers were quiet for a moment.

"Do you," Germany started. "Remember the sister's full name?"

"Yes," I replied. "I believe it was North Italy Veneziano. Her brother was South Italy Romano."

"And did the sister have a curl off the left side of her head?"

"Yes. Do you know her, Germany?"

He hesitated. "I do know North Italy. I just don't think that it's the same as you remember."

"What's that supposed to mean, Germany?"

"Yeah West," Prussia chimed in. "What do you mean?" Germany glared at Prussia.

"I think Holy Rome needs to meet Italy for himself." Germany said.

"What?" I asked. "That would be great! Could you arrange it?" He nodded.

"I can." Germany replied. "I just have to call Italy. Finish eating while I make the call."

"All right." I said. But I was too excited to eat. Germany pulled something strange from his pocket. It seemed to be a small rectangular… Thing. That was the only way to describe it. He got out of his chair and stood by the window. I was extremely confused. He starting tapping the object, then put it to his ear. He waited a moment, then started talking.

"Hello, Italy?" He said to no one. "It's me. Of course it's Germany! Yes. Yes. No! Calm down! Listen! My brother says he knows you. I wanted to know if you can come to the hospital to meet him. His name? Holy Roman Empire… Of course I'm sure!.. Really? Fine…" He turned toward me. He held up the device.

"Just hold still." He said. I had no idea why, but I did as he said. He tapped the device a bit more, then put it back to his ear. "Did you get it? Yes. Yes! Okay! Okay. Thank you, Italy." He put the device in his pocket and sat back down in his chair.

"Um," I started. "What was all that?"

"What, this? Germany asked, pulling the device from his pocket. "It's called a cell phone. I can use it to communicate to other people who have cell phones or house phones. Then I used it to take a picture of you to send to Italy." He handed the phone to me.

It was a bit bigger than my hand, rectangular, with a large black surface and a circle at the bottom. My brothers began telling me how it worked.

In under an hour, a nurse came in. She checked the machines called "monitors". She then looked at us. "Excuse me sirs," She said. "But there's someone sulking outside of you door."

"What?" Germany asked. He went to the door. He looked out and started yelling. "What are you doing out here? Come in you idiot!" He dragged someone into the room. They were smaller than my brothers, but still tall. Thin, with brown hair. They wore a blue uniform.

"Hey!" The person yelled. "Cut it out! I don't know if I'm ready!" Now I could see the person was a young man. The accent was familiar. Italian?

"Just shut up and get in! You're disturbing the hospital!"

"You started it!" The person stopped struggling when he saw me. He dropped his arms, his mouth agape. Then he ran at me. He practically tackled me, he was hugging me. "Holy Rome!" He shouted. Who is this person? Do I really know him?

"Um..." I said. "Who are you?" The man pulled back. He sat on the foot of the bed, facing me. There was plenty of room, me being so small.

"You don't recognize me, Holy Rome?" He asked. "Maybe this will help!" He pulled a white bandana from his pocket, and tied it on his head. "How 'bout now?" I looked at him.

The pieces starting coming together. The accent. The bandana. He had a curl off the left side of his head… It couldn't be… "Brothers," I asked. "Is this person…"

"It is." They both said.

"I-Italy?" I asked.

"You guessed right!" He exclaimed, clapping his hands.

I stared in shock. I was just glad that I didn't eat much...

AN:

Phew!

I know Prussia's attitude is a bit different from usual, but I wanted to show a broken, brotherly Prussia. Don't worry, he gets funnier!

I'm in the middle of trying to get the last chapter finished now, so be patient! I'm just having trouble figuring out how to end it.

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