That morning Gilbert woke up like it had been any morning, got up, put his clothes on, brushed his teeth, and went down for breakfast with the dream from last night still fresh in his mind. Who were those odd people? Why did she hit me on the head….? Did I really know and do I really want to? He thought as he went down the mahogany stairs and into the kitchen. Ludwig was there making something Gilbert couldn't identify with his back turned to him.

"Ah… Ludwig?" Gilbert asked as he walked towards the table and plopped down into one of the wooden chairs.

"Oh! Guten Morgen, I wasn't aware you were awake how did you sleep?" he asked trying his best to sound happy while turning towards Prussia.

"I slept just fine thank you." He replied deciding it best not mention the dream he had last night until they went out this morning with the others.

"That's good," Germany said with relief as he turned back towards the food. "I'm making pancakes," he said as he flipped one.

"What's a pancake?" Gilbert asked as he tried to get a look at the mysterious food.

Ludwig gasped surprised his brother had always loved pancakes and would beg him to make them so he thought he would make them this morning in hopes of getting his memory back. "Well Gilbert, Pancakes are like sweet bread that people eat for breakfast." He told him and brought the plate to the table and sat down with Gilbert.

"Hmmm…." Gilbert said as he took one and tried it. "These Taste really good!" He exclaimed as he put more on his plate and smiled up to Ludwig.

"That's great…." Ludwig said smiling for the first time in who knows how long when he took a glance at the clock. "Ah! It's time to go meet with France and the others! Let's go Gilbert!" He said as he slipped his coat on and threw Prussia his.

They ended up meeting the other countries at the water fountain in the middle of an unknown Italian town that I made up just now. North Italy had Gilbert in a bear hug the whole time with France and Spain laughing as Romano fell into the fountain when some kids ran past him and pushed him and Ludwig just stared a migraine already forming. "Guys we're here to help get Mein Brüder's memory back not to fool around remember." He said as the others calmed down and paid attention," Now where should we go first?" He asked. "Italy?" he asked as Italy raised his hand. "And no pasta this time!" He yelled as Italy slowly put his hand down. Ludwig looked around "France?" he asked wearily scared as to what the Frenchman might suggest.

"How about we go to Mon petit Mathieu's? He asked "Gilbert seemed to have been friends with him and the only one to notice him other than myself of course." He suggested for once being sane enough to understand the situation.

"Alright then let's head out!" Germany yelled as they went to their cars and drove to the airport and got on a plane to Canada in less than ten minutes. Though they lucked out and had a Psycho pilot who screamed "FOR NARNIA!" and other famous quotes such as "THIS IS SPARTA!!" and "The cake was a lie, bitch." You know the ones hectopascal. (Ten bucks to anyone who got that last reference) This was going to be one long day Germany thought as they went off to see umm… that guy who looks like America….. (just kidding I love Canada and might go there this summer!)