Canada sighed heavily as he lay on his sofa, hugging Kumajirou. Once they had gotten off the plane, New Prussia had marched him up to Parliament Hill and barged into a meeting yelling brashly. It had taken a good two hours to calm him down and explain the situation to the Prime Minister. He had decided Matthew should house him for now and discuss with Germany about the teen nation's obvious memory loss. He had managed to obey the first part of the order well enough as he always kept a guest room spare and thankfully Gilbert had not asked any questions about his lack of possessions as of yet.

The albino nation seemed rather embarrassed and crestfallen when he discovered he had misinterpreted Canada's words. He had said nothing on the journey back to the house and only asked for a change of clothes before disappearing into the guest room. Matthew was worried he might not be acting like the brother for New Prussia's fake memories but was conflicted about calling Germany. After all he had just had his brother taken away from him; he was bound to be furious with him. He probably did not feel like helping Canada at the moment so the snowy nation would just have to cope on his own until he was sure the industrial country had had time to cool down.

With a new found determination, Canada got up and walked down the guest room. There was no sound coming from behind the door, not even a light to indicate there was someone in there. A little of his confidence trickled away, maybe he had gone to sleep already..?

"G-Gilbert?" He called. "A-Are you alright in there?"

"Hm?" A gravelly German accent replied. "Ja, I'm fine danke."

"Oh good, I making some pancakes a-and I just wondered if you wanted any…"

"JA!" Prussia jumped up readily. "Ja, please. Zhat vould be awesome."

His brother's pancakes were the best. He could not work out quite how to make them himself but Canada managed to make them perfectly. And some maple syrup would definitely cheer him up. Walking out of his room, he grinned thankfully at the younger man and followed him into the kitchen.

"This must be a little confusing to you…" Matthew remarked quietly as he cooked. "T-Today I mean…"

"Ja… I suppose, waking up was pretty veird." Gilbert nodded. "Vhat happened anyvay? Was I taken hostage or something, zhat vould be extremely unawesome…"

"O-Or something…" Canada swallowed nervously. "Y-Yeah but as you heard Germany didn't win so I came to get you again…"

"Ah right, danke Bruder." The teen nation pulled another one his smirks as he leaned back on his chair. "I guess I'm still a huge screw up…"

"W-What do you mean?!" Canada almost dropped his pan.

"You know, my entire history of failure. I could barely hold down a reasonable sized country for more zhan a couple of centuries with help… And then zhere's zat frosty bastard, Russia, that sent me scurrying over the continent and here I end up. You were a cute one when you were young but that French bastard snatched you away before I could do anything and I just ended up being an add-on tossed about by zhose bastard Europeans along with you."

"Y-You're not a failure!" The gentle nation blurted out. "I-I mean you found me didn't you… And you stayed with me and you're still here, you're not dissolved or disappeared or anything like that."

New Prussia was taken aback at his brother's sudden outburst. The peaceful man did not raise his voice often, nor was it very loud even then. As if to illustrate his master's point, Kumajirou padded up and licked the teen's hand softly. Smiling, he picked the bear up and sat him on his lap.

"I guess… Danke, geeze how many am I gonna say zhat to you today uh Matt?" He chuckled. "You always know how to make mich feel better."

"I do..?" Canada blinked and bit his lip. "Hey, Kumabaru! No! Those are mine and Gilbert's!"

He swatted the bear's paw away from the towering plate of pancakes. Prussia pulled him away and placed him back on the floor.

"Ja, you're great at reassuring people; zhe ozhers should listen to you more." He nodded and took some pancakes.

"Really, you think so?" Canada asked, cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

"Ja, of course." Prussia nodded matter-of-factly. "So next time someone ignores you, tell mich und I'll beat zhem up ok!"

"I-I don't think that will be necessary…" Matthew chuckled nervously. "But I'll take it into account I guess…"

"Vell, danke for zhe meal." Gilbert got, having finished his portion in record time. "I'm going to go out for a walk alright?"

"U-Uh, don't get lost!" He looked worried.

"Vhat? Don't vorry so much! I'll be fine, I'm home aren't I?" The odd eyed nation grinned.

"Y-Yeah…" Matthew sighed, he hated this lying already. "Just be back by the time it's dark at least."

"Who are you, meine Mutter?" Gilbert raised an eyebrow. "Fine, vhatever helps you sleep at night."

He sauntered out, humming an unfamiliar tune to himself. Sensing his master's apprehension, Kumajirou lumbered out after the other nation, leaving Canada to finish his pancakes on his own. When he was done cleared everything away and retrieved his phone. His fingers lingered over the keypad in indecision for a few moments before he forced them to poke Germany's number in. IT dialled for agonizing minutes before it was finally picked up.

"Hallo?" Germany's deep and rather weary sounding voice answered.

"U-Um, hi, it's Canada." Canada clutched the phone tightly. "M-My boss told me to talk to you a-about Gilbert…"

"Vhat about him, is he settling in vell?" Ludwig's voice was bridging on testy now.

"Y-Yes. But that's not the point, he can't stay like this forever. I'm a terrible liar and there are plenty of holes in his fake history already…"

"You vant to try and jog his memory?"

"Yes…"

"Vhat if he remembers he's dissolved and falls asleep again?"

"…" So that was why Germany had not stopped them when Gilbert had walked out. "W-We at least have to try, there must be another way to keep him alive. Have you talked to your new boss about it?"

"YOU THINK I TRUST ZHOSE BASTARDS?! HUMANS VERE ZHE VONES ZHAT DISSOLVED HIM IN ZHE FIRST PLACE!"

"O-Ok, c-calm down please! I-I just thought maybe there was a regulation you could use… like I did this morning…"

Germany sighed deeply, knowing he was being irrational.

"I might have a vord later… How is he doing anyvay, is he much different?"

"I-I don't really know what he was like before but, he's very open and loud about his opinions… and he likes my pancakes."

"Zhat sounds about right, thank goodness… Vhat about his fake history, have you talked about zhat?"

"Yes, apparently it changed when he was a few of centuries old, in a confrontation with Russia."

"Zhat vas ages ago… Before I vas even born, it must have been when he was the Teutonic Knights. Zhat explains vhy he didn't recognise me."

"Ok, he said Russia chased him across the continent, I'm assuming Asia as he wouldn't have chased him west where the other powers were. And the survivors made it to my land… He discovered me as a child but wasn't strong enough to protect me from France or England and ended up becoming a tag along… It's such a depressing history, I don't know where he gets his optimism from."

"Ja… But Gilbert believes in himself and his own ability, no matter how many times he might have overestimated himself." Germany sounded proud now. "If I'm right, zhat confrontation with Russia vas on a frozen lake. It caved in and both sides had to help each out. If Russia's men had been smart enough to get off the lake before it cracked zhen he vould have been able to catch the Teutonic Knights, or at least most of them before they were able to escape… If zhat happened zhen the events you just described vould have followed."

"It's scary how little details can make all the difference eh?" Canada replied.

"Ja… If ve're going to jog Prussia's memory, zhen we're going to need zhe help of other nations who were around vhen he vas zhe Knights."

"Should I talk to France?"

"Nein, not yet, I vant to check there is a vay to save him first."

"O-Ok then… I-I'm sorry for what happened this morning, I didn't know this was going to happen…"

"Canada, it's ok. You vere trying to help, even zhough I vas your enemy only a couple of years ago. And on top of zhat I'm just glad he's alive and even has more or less zhe same personality."

Canada smiled softly.

"I-I guess I'll call you again tomorrow, to see if you've managed to find another way…"

"Ja, auf Wiedersehen Canada."