Gilbert didn't understand why these people were looking at him with such hurt expressions. "Umm…. I'm sorry but I really don't remember anything before the wall sorry again", he said trying to be polite as not to upset them like when he had gotten Ivan angry, just thinking about it made Prussia shake with fear he quickly composed himself and turned as the military man spoke.

"Brüder, it's me Germany, Ludwig remember!?" Gilbert silently shook his head and frowned. "Oh……" was all the man, Ludwig, said as he started to silently cry.

"Vee~ and then I'm Italy or Feliciano and my brother South Italy or Romano remember?" the auburn haired one asked in a hopeful voice pointing to himself then to the darker haired one.

They must be twins….. Thought Prussia as he saw them "and this is France also known as Francis and Spain or Antonio, you three were the Bad Friend's Trio."

"The Bad Friends Trio?" Gilbert asked "That doesn't sound like a very nice name… but I'll take your word for it." With a shrug Gilbert turned and saw that Ludwig had now seemed to have composed himself.

"Gilbert, mon ami what is the last thing you remember after the wall was put up?" the French one, Francis Gilbert reminded himself, asked.

" Well, I remember staring at the wall and thinking about the other side when I heard a clinking sound behind me and turned around, Standing there was Ivan with his Metal pipe" he said with a shiver and paused.

"You don't have to tell us Amigo, if it brings up bad memories." The Spanish one Antonio said as he saw the once mighty Prussia shiver with the thought of the metal pipe. What happened to the Prussia that would always laugh and joke around playing pranks on everyone? How did he become so meek and scared? Spain thought with a small sad sigh and turned back to Prussia as he started to reply.

"No, I'll tell you I have a feeling I can trust you guys." He said with a small smile "Well, then Ivan said that he wasn't very happy that his Kaliningrad was thinking of the west then he kind of…. Well……

Cue Dramatic and detailed flashback:

"Oh Kaliningrad, ver are chu? I 'ope chu are not at da wall or chu will be punished again." A menacing voice called as Prussia stood at the wall thinking.

"Damn! I better go now maybe he won't be so angry….. Now hurry over to West's side Gilbird the awesome me can take care of myself, now hurry go!" yelled Gilbert as the dark figure of the owner of the voice sauntered over with pipe and vodka in hand.

"Gilbert, vhat did I tell chu about da wall? Looks like chu need to be punished," Ivan said as he walked over and put a hand on the Prussians shoulder.

Gilbert shrugged the arm off and started walking towards the Braginski estate, "let's just go and get this over with." He blankly stated with the Russian smiling as he followed after the albino.

Present Time:

That night had been absolute torture and Prussia had the scars to prove it. "I guess he hit me on the head too hard and I lost my memory." He said probably was his goal to, he thought.

"Well, then I guess we're gonna have to go get your damn memory back then." Romano said "but you better pay me back well you potato bastard!" he said and turned away with an extremely annoyed look on his face.

"Vee! ~ Good idea fratello you can stay with Germany while we help get your memory back!" Feliciano said cheerfully. Everyone seemed to agree with this and began leading him to Germany's car.

"Thank you very much for helping me." Gilbert said with a smile on his face and tears in his eyes. As they put him in the passenger seat and waved him off.

"You're welcome" Feliciano shouted as they drove off to Germany's house. The quest to get back Prussia's memory on all of their minds as they set off to think of places to take Prussia tomorrow to get his memories back.

When they got to Ludwig's house Germany has asked Gilbert what he wanted to eat and had made wursts and potatoes for dinner. They had a silent dinner then Germany showed Gilbert to his room and then left for the night wishing him a Guten nacht and went to bed leaving Gilbert alone. As Gilbert crawled into bed he thought of how it had all been so familiar and how kind these people seemed.

That night Gilbert woke up with a headache. He had been having the oddest dream where he had barged into some stranger's house and walked into a piano to find a brown haired glasses wearing man and a pretty young woman with light brown-hair and a military uniform on smiling as the man played the piano. Then they had looked up and seen him both faces suddenly changed to annoyed as the woman came up with an odd look on her face and a frying pan in hand as the man looked away and suddenly the pan came slamming down on his head from the woman with a wild look on her face, then everything blacked out and he heard a "I think you hit him to heard" then nothing. Gilbert thought this odd as he had never seen these people before but he seemed to have known them very well. He thought hard but couldn't seem to remember and gave up with a sigh of defeat and went back to sleep.