DO NOT OWN HETALIA!

Ivan looked up with wide eyes and gulped. "H-hey Natalya,"

". . . Brother . . ." Natalya said.

Ivan stood up with Gilbert, ready to run like hell and drag his new friend along. "W-what are you doing here?"

"I came with Yekaterina," she said "but I went ahead. And you brother?"

"Um, n-nothing much," he stuttered "Just teaching Gilbert how to ice skate."

"I see," she said, narrowing her eyes "that really didn't look like ice skating. And didn't you already teach him that when he was part of the Soviet Union? You know when he lived in your house for 40 years? I distinctly remember you teaching him to skate."

Gilbert looked at her confused "I don't remember living in Ivan's house at all."

Ivan looked uncomfortable "Um . . . well . . . that is because . . . no, I mean . . . I do not remember either." he finally got out.

Natalya looked between them in annoyance "Well he did," she snapped "for 40 years.

"I do not remember," Ivan said "Nyet, not at all."

Just then, Yekaterina entered and Natalya said "Look who is here Katyusha," she said, smiling slightly when Yekaterina blushed at the kiss and the pet name.

Gilbert grinned. "Way to go Nat!" he said, lifting up his hand "high-five!" he added, and Natalya complied.

Blushing heavily with little tears in the corner of her eyes she said "I thought you ran off for a moment there!"

"Wait, when did this happen?" Ivan demanded.

"What?" Gilbert asked "Nat and Kat being together? Or the three of us being friends?"

"Both!" Ivan said.

"We became friends during the Soviet Union," Nat said, and ignoring Gilbert's cry of 'we did?' she continued to say "And Kat and I have been together a week."

"A WEEK you guys?" Gilbert asked "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I'm sorry Gil!" Katyusha said with a sniffle "b-but it wasn't that long ago, a-and we were going to tell you soon!" Under his breath, Ivan muttered something about a need for an alcoholic drink.

"It's okay Kat," Gilbert soothed his friend "Now you'll have to excuse me while I go ask West something." He turned to Ivan "Bye Ivan! I'll see you another time!" he said, smiling and waving, before rushing out of the ice skating rink. Ivan watched him leave sadly, giving only a small wave.

After some time, Gilbert found his brother cleaning their house. "West, I need to talk to you."

Ludwig turned to his brother and asked "Ja? What is it?"

"Why can't I remember 40 years of my life?" he asked, going straight to the point.

"What are you on about this time Gilbert?" Ludwig sighed heavily.

"The 40 years I spent in the Soviet Union," he snapped.

"I don't know why you don't remember that time Gil, did something happen?"

"No." Gilbert said.

"Perhaps you could try triggering something to help you remember," Ludwig suggested.

"Something was triggered when I went ice skating with Ivan today." he said.

"Ah, I can see how that might trigger something." he looked at his brother sharply "he didn't try anything did he?"

"No." Gilbert said, fighting down a blush.

"...Good," Ludwig said, not seeming to really believe him "Have you ever thought that perhaps you don't want to remember?" Ludwig asked after a moment of awkward silence.

"He doesn't remember either though." Gilbert argued.

"He doesn't remember either?" Ludwig asked a bit perplexed at that, "Well, that is strange; I do not know what to think of that."

"Yes it is." Gilbert agreed.

"I do not know what to tell you Gilbert, perhaps England casted a spell on you two or something." Ludwig said, mostly sarcastic.

"Maybe I should talk to him about this," Gilbert said, ignoring his brother's sarcasm.

"Are you sure it would be a good idea talking to him?" Ludwig asked, suddenly worried about his older brother.

""Ja, we're on relatively good terms." Gilbert said "I'm due for my potion anyway."

"I didn't know you were on good terms," Ludwig muttered before another thought occurred to him, "Did Ivan see your ears and tail?" he asked.

"Ja, he thought they were cute." Gilbert smiled.

"Hmmm," was Ludwig's only reply before he went back to cleaning.

"Kaybye," Gilbert said, taking it as a dismissal as he turned and rushed over to England's. Finally, he found England in his dreary basement, mixing potions and muttering curses.

"Yo, England!" he said.

England turned and smiled creepily when he saw Gilbert there. "Ah, yes!" he said "It's time for your potion isn't it?" he pulled a small vial of a liquid that was constantly changing color between purple, blue, and orange out of his cloak pocket and handed it to Gilbert who took it and downed it in one drink, before handing the vial back to England.

"Still tastes like vodka." he commented as his ears laid down and became hair, his teeth ebbed into normal ones, and his tail receded into his spine.

"Also, any idea as to why I'm missing 40 years of my memory?"

"What exactly happened when Gilbert was in the Soviet Union?" Ivan asked his sisters.

"Something wonderful." was all Natalya said, making Ivan a little suspicious.

"Perhaps it was..." Arthur began, before trailing off.

"Was?" Gilbert asked, leaning forward slightly.

Arthur took a deep breath.

"Something wonderful?" Ivan looked at her confused, "What do you mean?"

Natalya shook her head "It's too early to tell you," she said, "Maybe you should talk to..." but she trailed off.

"It may have been-" Arthur began again.

"Too early for what?" Ivan asked "Talk to who?"

"Romania." they both said.

Rachele: So . . . cliff-hanger!

NekoKayia: Once again, an RP between the two of us!

(Rachele = Gilbert, Natalya, Arthur | Neko = Ivan, Katyusha, Ludwig)