A/N: And we're back to the hospital crew! Yay! Not much to say, so here we go!

Warnings: Stuff. Because I'm lazy.

Chapter Start

The nurse who walked into the room early the next morning to check on Alfred almost laughed. She had forgotten their names, but this is how she saw it: there was one boy with kind of messy blonde hair and very bushy eyebrows asleep in the rolling stool. His head was resting next to the patient's arm on the bed and his feet were propped up on the desk to keep him from moving. On the small couch on the other side of the bed, there were two other boys. Once, he seemed to be albino, was sitting mostly upright while the other, a blonde boy with a weird curl, lay across the couch on his back, his head resting on one of the albino's legs. A stuffed polar bear lay on the blonde boy's chest and the albino had a hand on the bear.

The nurse tried her best not to wake any of them as she scribbled down some readings from a machine hooked up to Alfred. As she turned to leave, Alfred cracked open his eyes.

"Uh, hey, Miss? Why am I here?" he rasped.

"Oh, good; you're awake. There was a small accident and you sustained a head wound. It healed surprisingly fast though..." the nurse said.

"That's right..." Alfred mumbled, mostly to himself. "I was walking to lunch with England, Canada, and Prussia... I must have hit my head pretty hard..."

"Um...sir..." she looked at her clipboard "...Alfred, I think you may be delusional..."

"No, I'm fine. Sorry..." This must not be one of our hospitals. I mean, she must not know... Hold up... But I could have sword... I was walking to lunch from...school...why the #### was I at school...? Alfred thought. "Um, would you mind leaving for a bit? I have to think..."

The nurse nodded and left the room.

Alfred sighed and poked Arthur's forehead, carefully avoiding his eyebrows. "Hey, Iggy...wake up. Iggy~ Come on... Wake up, England..."

"What the bloody #### are you talking about?" Arthur muttered, rolling onto his side.

"Oh, sorry... Artie! Wake up..." Alfred begged.

"What do you bloody want?" Arthur sighed, rolling onto his back once more and glancing up at the American.

"We have to get back to the others. I have to talk to them."

"Fine..." the Brit groaned, flopping onto the floor. He stood and walked over to Gilbert and Matthew. "Wake up, gits..."

Matthew twitched and opened his eyes. He blushed slightly when he realized that he was laying on Gilbert and jumped up quickly. The action awakened the sleeping albino.

"Hm? Vhat's going on?" Gilbert asked sleepily.

"We're talking Alfred back to the school. Apparently he needs to talk to the others." Arthur said, still rubbing some sleep from his eyes.

"Ja...ok..." Gilbert stood and stretched. "Who has to sign him out? Mattie? You're his only family."

"Oh, sure..." Matthew adjusted his hair, which didn't take much because Canadian hair is magical and usually looks perfect, and headed out for the lobby.

"Ah, mon ami! You're alive!" Francis exclaimed as the four entered the dorm building.

Gilbert had sent Ludwig a text saying that they were on their way back with Alfred, so everyone was waiting for them.

"Comrade, it is good to be seeing you, da?" Ivan said, smiling.

"Not in the mood, commie..." Alfred mumbled. "Hey, are we missing some people?"

"Oh, Ludwig is chasing Feli, who's chasing Roma." Antonio said.

"Why are they both chasing down Roma?" Arthur asked.

"Well, last night Feli gave Roma a whole lot of chocolate and Roma went on a sugar high and apparently it hasn't gone away yet." the Spaniard explained. "...or it could be because Feli bought even more candy."

The group looked over at Ludwig, Feliciano, and Roma. Roma had somehow climbed into his tree from the night before and was refusing to come down.

"Hm... I never would have thought he could be such a spazz." Alfred commented after they were told the story of the tree.

"Zat's...almost as awesome as me! Und I missed it!" Gilbert complained.

"Don't worry... I think he'll be hyper for quite a while longer." Yao said reassuringly.

"Guys, I have to talk to you. All of you." Alfred said, suddenly putting on his serious face.

They gathered around the tree so the other three could hear too.

"What I was saying about being countries a while ago... I was right. You're probably not going to believe what I say because I'm Alfred. And Alfred is that one guy who really can't be serious and sucks at reading The Atmosphere, wherever the #### I'm supposed to find that book. But, I'm being serious now, so please at least listen to what I'm saying. A long while ago, we were all, minus Roma, at a world meeting. There was an earthquake and were all pretty hurt. Our bosses must have known that we wouldn't remember that we are the representations of countries, so they sent us to this school until we recovered our memories. They must have figured it would take a while. We started making mistakes while talking; calling each ourselves and others countries. Then what we did started to affect our nations. When I hit my head after falling off the wall, and waking up of course, it all came back to me and I was able to piece everything together. I know, real shocker. Now, I know which country everyone is, but I want you guys to see if you can remember." Alfred said to them, making sure no one else was around.

"The world meeting... You said 'begin' instead of 'convene', am I correct?" Arthur said.

"Yeah, that's right!" Alfred said.

"And Lovi had a headache!" Antonio added on. "But... we called him something different...was it...Romano?"

"Yes, yes!" Alfred encouraged, smiling.

"The Vargas' have to be Italy. There's no doubt about it. But...they can't both be Italy, can they?" Tino said.

"Vait, Italy vas split in half for a vhile, right?" Gilbert asked.

"Sí! So, Italy Romano and Italy..." Antonio started.

"Veneziano! Italy Veneziano!" Roma chirped from where he sat in the tree.

"So, there's North and South Italy, and Romano and Veneziano… Lovino and Feliciano… Which is which?" Arthur asked.

"Feli must be South Italy because he loves pasta so much!" Francis said. (1)

"But, Feli isn't mean. Plus, he spent a lot of time with Roma when he was younger and North Italy was part of the Holy Roman Empire for a while, right? So Feli has to be North Italy." Elizabeta argued.

"That makes sense, I suppose, da?" Ivan said.

"So we've figured out the Italy halves, right Alfred?" Arthur said.

"Yup! Let's do the other kinda hard ones. Ludwig and Gilbert! You're next! Cuz we know you're both German." Alfred said, ignoring the protest from Gilbert that he was 'Prussian'. "But we know you both can't be Germany. Oh, but let's put more reasoning behind our choices than 'it's the country I'm from' unless it really comes down to that."

Ludwig and Gilbert stepped forward, kind of feeling like they were being judged.

"Well, since we remember the meeting now, this should all be pretty easy. Alfred made a joke after the earthquake aimed at Ludwig and he said Germany." Vash said. "So, who's Gilbert?"

"Well, Gil always calls Luddy 'West'. For a bit, Germany was split and there was an East side and a West side. The East side called itself Prussia! So Gil must be Prussia!" Feliciano said.

"Wow, you guys got that quick. Let's see… Toris, Eduard, and Raivis. Who are they?" Alfred said.

"Oh! I think I know!" Feliks chirped. "At the meeting I called Toris 'Liet'! Which kinda sounds like 'Litwa' which means Lithuania in Polish! Then, Ivan always hung around those three. And, a while ago, like, a long while, a really scary big country had three small countries that it bossed around. Um… it was Russia and it had Latvia, Lithuania, and Estonia! So, like, Ivan has to be Russia, Toris is Lithuania and um… oh! Russia liked to pick on Latvia the most so Raivis is Latvia and Eduard is Estonia!"

"Wow, Feliks, dude. You're good at this!" Alfred commented. "Now…Vash and Lilli."

"Well Vash really likes guns. He's bloody trigger-happy. In World War 2, Switzerland would shoot down any planes that flew over it, so that must mean he's Switzerland." Arthur said. He paused a moment to think. "…and Switzerland is really protective of Liechtenstein, so that must be Lilli."

"Good job, Artie!" Alfred praised him. "Now, if we can figure out who Roma is, we can get a few others."

"I think we've already established that he was the Holy Roman Empire. So, he must be the New Holy Roman Empire." Elizabeta guessed.

"Sweet, now, which of you remember spending quite a bit of time with Roma when you were younger, besides Feli?" Alfred asked.

Elizabeta and Roderich raised their hands.

"Ok, so, let's see… one of you has to be Hungary and the other has to be Austria, because we've already gotten the other countries that were part of the Holy Roman Empire." Alfred said, helping them out a little.

"Vell, Roddy's a boss at piano-ing, so he must be Austria!" Gilbert exclaimed.

"'Piano-ing'?" Roderich asked.

"Ja. You can piano."

"You don't 'piano'! You play the piano!"

"I do? Wow, vhat do you know…"

"Not you. Me. I play the piano!" Roderich snapped.

"Anyvay, you and Eliza dated for a long time, ja? Und zere vas zat whole 'Austria-Hungary' thing, so she must be Hungary." Gilbert said, waving off Roderich's comment.

"Great job, Gil. Next up…Kiku, Yao, and Yong Soo." Alfred said.

"Well, Kiku has to be Japan because he knows everything about anime and like, every yaoi pairing." Elizabeta said. "And Yong Soo has to be Korea, er, South Korea because that country is obsessed with parts of Japan and Chine, and therefore, by extension, Yao has to be China."

"Way to go, Eliza!" Alfred avoided mentioning the comment about yaoi. I didn't know Kiku was into that stuff… wow. He's weird. "Anyways…next is Natalya and Katuyasha." Alfred told them.

"Oh, I can do this! Belarus and Ukraine were very close to Russia, da? Natalya must be Belarus and Katuyasha must be Ukraine." Ivan said simply.

"Oh, commie did something right…" the blonde American muttered. "Next, Feliks."

"I can help with this one." Toris offered. "I lived with Feliks when I was younger and Lithuania was a commonwealth of Poland for a bit. Plus, he really likes horses and they were the last country to stop using horses in warfare I think…"

"Let's see… Let's split up for a bit and brainstorm about the rest. Nice job by the way, Toris. Meet back here in say…an hour to tell us what you've found." Alfred said.

"So, what have we got?" Alfred said, exactly an hour and three minutes later.

"Francis is France because he's a creepy perverted rapist." Antonio said.

"And Toni is Spain because 'e is a pedophile that loves tomatoes." Francis shot back at Antonio.

"Arthur is England because he can't cook and loves magic. And he has really bushy eyebrows and kinda bad teeth." Matthew said quietly.

"Matthew is Canada because nobody remembers him. I mean, honestly, who remembers what he did during World War 2 besides nerds?" Arthur said.

"Heracles is Greece because he roves cats and is very raid back." Kiku said.

"Und kind of a pervert…" Gilbert added.

Heracles took no notice of this comment because he was fast asleep, leaning against the tree. Roma climbed down from his perch in the tree and began poking the Greek. He pouted slightly and started stacking leaves and grass on Heracles' head.

"Tino is Finland because…well, Berwald insists." Lilli said.

"And Berwald is Sweden because he knows everything in Ikea!" Tino said.

"Really? That's your reason?" Alfred scoffed.

Tino nodded. "Hey, we still don't know who you are."

"Isn't it obvious? I'm the hero! The United States of America!" Alfred declared, striking a heroic pose.

"…of course you are…" Arthur sighed.

"You're just jealous that all my children aren't gay… Hey, I wonder what that says about you…"

"…if that's true, then you're gay because you were my colony so technically you're my child." Arthur retorted.

"Woah! I didn't know Arthur was a pedophile!" Elizabeta exclaimed.

"What the bloody #### are you going on about?" Arthur asked.

"Well, Alfred is your child and you're in love with him." She explained.

"Hey, that's not true!" Arthur cried indignantly.

"Yes it is!" Elizabeta chirped, running over and shoving Arthur into Alfred's arms.

"Umph! Hey, Artie, what's up?" Alfred said casually, despite the fact that he was blushing lightly.

Arthur's face, on the other hand, was bright red as he jumped away from Alfred. "Nothing's up…"

"Zat aside….vhat are ve going to do about ze rest of school? Vouldn't it be a bit suspicious if a large group of close friends all dropped out after ze first year?" Ludwig said.

A/N: Did that seem rushed to anyone else? Oh well. So, FF started hatin' on my stars, I switched to number symbols. Explanations!

(1)According to my friend who visited Italy a few years ago…there is no pasta in North Italy. It's all in the south. And I was like 'What? This is madness!' Anyways…

So, I was hanging out with our Austria cosplayer, Monochrome-Colors, at my house and we had been talking about how Holy Rome has no artistic abilities a while earlier. So, she was talking about how much of a derp Holy Rome is and so I say 'At least I can play the piano.' (She doesn't know how… And she's Austria… I'm ashamed of you, Maka.) And she says ' I WILL LEARN HOW TO PIANO!' and I go all rage and yell at her about how you don't 'piano' you play the piano.

…I remember what Canada did during WWII. I had to argue with some kid during social studies one day about whether or not Canada was in WWII .

And we had a little cosplay group gathering the other day and we started talking about the stuff that's popular these days that we honestly don't care about and got on the subject of that new band, One Direction. So, I told them a joke that one of my school friends told me. It's 'What direction do five gay guys go in?' and the answer is 'One Direction'. So our England goes 'I'm just glad they aren't my children…' to which I reply 'Dude…they're British.' And England says 'Why are all my children gay?'. I put my hand on her shoulder and say 'I wonder what that says about you…' and she says the thing about America being England's colony (Because I'm our America, Canada, and Holy Rome) and I went like, depression mode. Different story, same night, I was wearing my America wig that night and poor Nantucket got abused… Our Russia wouldn't stop touching it. I finally yelled at her to stop it and England defended me.

So yeah. Author's note.

DISCLAIMER!

Alfred: Terach doesn't own Hetalia or any of these characters!

But you all know that I wish I did… Well, peace out. I'll see you next chapter. It'll probably be the last one of this story, just saying. And then we're off to the sequel! Yippee!