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DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING! Except Alice and Winter later on.

Alice P.O.V

As I sit a few feet away from Nor, he clutches his head and groans in pain. Fin and Den stand a few feet away, unable to move, terror flashing in their eyes. I stand up and walk over. Nor is screaming something I don't understand. I hear Ice's name and I realize that his memories must be coming back! I show my excitement, but just barely. Fin and Den look at me like I've lost my mind. When the pain passes, Nor is cradling his head and whispers to me,"What was that?" I give him a quick explanation of how his memories might be coming back. His eyes widen a little and he shakes his head.

"Come." I motion for them to follow me. I have to test my theory out. I brush off my Iceland like jacket. It's in the same format, but it is gray with a navy blue lining with two navy blue stripes at the elbow on the left sleeve. It has four buttons on both sleeves. I go the the area which used to be Denmark's room. There, his ax lays and I cautiously pick it up. It is as heavy as I remember it, but Den picks it up no problem. Then he too has the same reaction as Nor. He falls to his knees and cries out in pain. I quickly take the ax away and he stops.

"What did you see?" I ask. I know this is cruel, but... I have to know.

"Four men. They looked like Swed, Fin, Ice, and myself. But I was yelling at them, to run. Then it stopped."

He sounded so utterly broken, I couldn't stop myself. I kneel down and hug him." It's alright," I whisper."It wasn't real."

He looked at me with haunted eyes. "But it was. It was real. I can feel it."

My eyes reflect his, only for a moment. I know.

I'm sorry.

A moment passes between us and I feel closer to Den than I ever have, emotionally of course. Fin helps Den up. He isn't crying, but he looks so... hollow...

I grimace and tell Fin to help Den. I pull myself up and sway on my feet. Nor just barely catches me and I pull away from him, cringing. He looks so sad... An unusual face for Denmark's body. I sit on the ground and tiredly look around. I hear a rustle in the bushes and I whip around, holding the hidden blade I keep in my sleeve away. I sigh in relief when my cat Winter gingerly slouches his way forward. "Winter, you lazy little git!" I hold him and he purrs in my arms. My cat ears, which I usually press against my head or under my bandanna, perk up and I want to purr with him. The three Nordics gawk at me and my emerging tail, usually kept around my waist, like a belt. I smile at my cat. He's a small white cat with black paws and tail, as well as black ears. He's been my companion for as long as I can remember, I think since is was like, one.

Huh. I thought cats only lived for 15 or so years. Yet he doesn't look any different.

I wonder why...

YES. Winter is important. You will find out later.

Thanks for reading.

Me: Any thing to add?

Britain: She's making some fanservice one-shots. Please don't hesitate to request certain people.

Me: Oh, yeah. Almost forgot about that.