A/N: Another chapter, and another two POVS...

I do not own Hetalia.

The day following Halloween was, fortunately, a weekend day. Unfortunately, even after the weekend was over, so large number of students were too sick to go to class. It was not unusual for a few students to be sick following Halloween, but in this case such an exceptionally large group was sick that teachers actually went to check on them to check to see if they were lying. Unfortunately, they were not, all of the students appeared to be in varying amounts of emotional and physical stress.

Antonio woke up the next morning, his head pounding.

He had his arms wrapped tightly around something... He opened his eyes and realized his face was just a few inches away from Lovino's. God, if he wasn't so confused he probably would have felt very happy with the situation, especially since Lovi was hugging back just as much.

But Antonio... was Spain. Or, at least he thought so. He still felt like the same Antonio as always, but he had memories, some fuzzy and blurry, that belonged from years ago. And they were also his, because he knew it was him, just mostly older, but he hadn't even been born yet. And he knew that Lovi was in those memories. Most of them in fact. And in some of the best ones. The first one with him was when Antonio was like twelve or something, and he had been so happy to be given the younger country to work for him. But then Lovino, had been, well, Lovino, and Antonio had tried to give him up, but then he had learned that he was really just a sad, unloved little kid, and so Antonio had taken care of and loved him.

Lovino stirred in his arms, shifting and whimpering. He opened one amber eye and whispered, "Spain, I..." before bursting into tears. Antonio understood why. The memories weren't especially bad ones, but it was just freaking confusing sorting them out, and painful. Lovino burried himself deeper into Antonio's shirt, which shocked the fourteen year old. He had always thought that the roughness and bitterness was a shield for Lovino, but Antonio guessed that the shield had just come crashing down, and instead found that Lovino was, apparently, very clingy.

"It's okay, my Lovi, we will be fine."

Lovino was still sobbing, but said in between sobs, "D-dammit, b-b-bastard... of course I'm fine... b-b-but I don't know if I'm Lovino anymore... dammit, am I Lovino or Italy Romano?" He started crying again.

Antonio blinked and scanned his new found memories. "Oh, yes, you were Romano, the southern part of Italy, huh? Well... would you rather me call you Roma or Lovi?"

"Neither, you damn tomato bastard Spain. Wait, would you rather be Antonio or Spain?" Lovino whispered, sounding exhausted.

Antonio half smiled. "What happen to 'tomato bastard'?"

Lovino had stopped crying and looked half asleep. "I don't call you that... in my head..." He whispered, before falling asleep.

Antonio smiled. Maybe Lovi did actually return his feelings... maybe. But he had other things to work out... mainly his memories. So, he was Spain. Okay, that explained a few things.

Whenever his country was in deep financial trouble he had always gotten sick. During history he had always felt personally invested in the wars, and correcting even the teacher when they got something historically wrong. And several other events...

And what about his friends? Maybe he should talk to them. Then he remembered Lovino. Lovino needed him right now, more than anything.

Ever since the first time he had seen Lovino he had been attracted to him. In a way that boys weren't supposed to feel for each other. But he hadn't been able to help it. When he saw him on the first day of school, he had looked so cute, with his amber eyes, and soft looking hair, and cute curl that just happened to spring out of his hair, and he had soft looking, smooth skin. And his temper was adorable because his face got all red like a little tomato. And his Italian accent actually made him hot, not just cute, and...

Antonio decided it was a very bad idea to think about all the things that made you attracted to a person when aforementioned person was pressed up against you and clinging to your shirt.

Anyways, he knew everyone normally focused on Feliciano,and he understood why, what with being cute and cheerful, but he didn't understand why no one knew that Lovino was just shy and not confident. And he knew everyone's focus on Feliciano was a major part of Lovi's lack of confidence.

So, he would admit it fully that he was in love with Lovino Vargas, or Italy Romano or whatever you wanted to call him. But it really didn't matter how he felt, if Lovino didnt feel the same way. But if he did...

Back to more pressing matters.

What did being Spain entail, anyways? Would he have to go into politics or-

Another painful headache struck Antonio while he was thinking, sending him spiralling into unconsciousness.

Antonio finally recovered enough to stand up and stretch. He wondered how badly the others would be taking it. He knew he hadn't taken it nearly as badly as Lovino, but what about Francis and Gilbert? He was reasonably sure they were also in his memories.

Antonio managed to walk over to where his phone was sitting, managing to keep the throbbing headache at bay. He picked it up, and sent a message to Gilbert and Francis: Are you guys OK? I have had some probs, or is that just me?

Then he sat there, trying to collect himself. Lovino was still curled up on his bed, snoring softly, so Antonio stood there, waiting for a response.

Finally, his phone buzzed: Hi, this is Matthew. Gilbert is still dealing with things, so he can't answer right now. I've tried waking him up, but he isn't moving, so that's it. Bye.

Antonio sighed. Apparently he was dealing with it a lot better than most people.

Kiku's head still pounded two days after he had learned he was a country. Now that the memories were in, they were trying to become clearer and more focused, though this was almost as painful as they had originally been.

Heracles seemed to have it just as bad, as the day before he had told Kiku he was the personification of Greece. Kiku had told him that he knew that, and that most of their friends were apparently countries. It did explain Kiku's love of anime and seafood, and all these other things common in Japan.

Finally he was starting to feel well enough to go back to classes, along with Heracles.

So, Kiku was dragging himself down the hall, feeling like he would pass out, but no, he could not miss more school. However, he was shocked to learn that nearly half the kids he knew were still out. Including Ludwig, Feliciano, Romano, Francis, Gilbert, Arthur, and Alfred, even though Matthew and Antonio were there. Kiku guessed it made sense. They did have very painful histories... but he did too, and he had somehow managed to go to class. And he didn't even know where to begin with being a country...

After classes ended he walked to Alfred and Arthur's room, deciding to check on them. He went through their door to see them both collapsed on their beds, and in their pajamas. Kiku walked over to Arthur, and gently shook him. "Arthur-san, are you okay? Do you know what happened to us?"

Arthur opened one emerald eye to stare up at the Japanese boy, sounding very sick, his face even paler than usual. "I can't... I'm England... and... Alfred... I kissed him, dammit, and this happened..."

Kiku blinked. They kissed? How had he missed that photographing opportunity? Oh, right... He had been making out... with Heracles...

He guessed it was worth it.

Anyways, he calmed Arthur down, and told the other boy that it would be okay, even if Kiku wasn't actually that sure, but oh well, it was okay to lie to comfort someone, he thought. Arthur sighed and said, "how long has it been?"

"Two days," Kiku responded.

Arthur fell back again and murmured, "oh, shit. I can't believe I was out for that long. And I missed a day of school too..."

Then, Arthur stood up and began pulling on decent (not pajamas that had been worn for two days straight by an emotionally strained eighth grader) clothes, muttering about how badly he'd screwed up with not just pushing off the headaches. Kiku honestly didn't blame him for missing a couple days, but he didn't say anything, preferring to look around. Suddenly, he remembered Alfred and woke him up with a shake.

Alfred opened his blue eyes, which were much duller than usual. "Hi Kiku. Or Japan, or whoever. I don't even know."

Kiku, though he sucked at them, decided to try giving a pep talk to the American, and managed to coax him out of bed, trying to say all would be fine, and that he couldn't miss more school then he had (even if he knew that was hypocritical, as he had just told Arthur the opposite, but the American needed more motivation). Finally, Alfred got out of bed and also started changing.

"Arright, we need to get the others out of bed too, because it is not healthy to be in bed this rong. So, we should split up and find the others. Agreed?" Kiku explained, quietly.

Arthur and Alfred nodded seriously. "Agreed," they said at the same time, then glanced at each other and blushed. Kiku sighed. Obviously the two still had stuff to deal with before he could get some decent photos in. Too bad. He would need to get Elizabeta to work on that with him.

"Ah, what about the whole Us Being Countries thing?" Alfred asked the other two.

Kiku almost smiled. "We can talk when we get them arr together."

Arthur nodded, agreeing.

Alfred didn't seem so sure. "But what am I supposed to do? It sorta makes sense because when the government shut down a few years ago, I went into a coma. But what if it happens again? And... oh my god, Kiku! I bombed your country. And you were a wreck, and I still feel so horrible about it, and-"

"Alfred-san, calm down, I forgive you," Kiku said, quickly. "We just will have to dear with this rater. Now, ret's go."

A/N: Gilbert's memories probably suck, mostly Berlin wall time.

Anyways, I would really like to know what you guys think should happen, and I will try to use your suggestions. I have a vague idea of what I want, but I still love suggestions.

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