"Unnn…." Prussia said as he stretched out his arms, they had gotten up early that morning to catch the next flight to Denmark and retrieve the missing ingredient. Prussia gave a little yawn as he relaxed back into his seat. He was sitting next to Spain and France while Romano, Feliciano, and Ludwig sat a few rows behind them, Prussia could hear Romano's complaining from here, France and Spain had demanded to sit next to Gilbert because they hadn't had time with their buddy since before the Berlin Wall. So here they were, trapped on a plane for x amount of hours playing games, chatting, and just being their happy-go-lucky selves. Soon the pilot's voice came over the intercom announcing their arrival at Copenhagen Airport and that they should buckle up.

After the landing, the group of six ran out to the front of the airport to await the Dane. Three hours into the wait and Prussia was sitting on the luggage, Spain was harassing Romano, who just kept complaining, Italy was whining about pasta, Germany was passed out on the ground, and France was annoying the hell out of the pedestrians walking by. They all stayed like this for about twenty minutes when suddenly a tall man with wild blonde hair and wearing a red uniform type of clothes ran up to them and gave a shout, "Hey guys! Long time no see! And is that my drinking buddy Prussia I see over there?" He yelled out as he finally reached them.

This series of statements and questions was answered with a chorus of greetings and a "Where the hell were you bastard." From Romano, when Germany suddenly got up, amazingly still neat and tidy as before, "Hello Mathias." He greeted as he turned towards the hyperactive Dane. "I believe you have an important ingredient for us?" He asked the Dane in a business like matter, "We need it to try and help get Gilbert's memories back."

""I've already heard the story don't worry!" He said flashing a huge grin towards the Prussian who gave a meek wave back.

"The ingredient por favor." Spain said as he let go of Lovino.

"Right-o! Here it is! One Skofnung for an angry Brit!" Denmark said as he pulled out a sword from a small leather back and handed it to Prussia. "Be careful with it, I need it back later." He warned as he started walking away.

"Thank you!" Prussia shouted out to Mathias as his back disappeared into the crowd.

"Your welcome! And good luck to you all! I expect to have a drinking party when you get your memoires back!" He yelled back as he disappeared from sight.

"Alright then, let's go back to England's si?" Feliciano said as they all walked back into the airport with groans, this was going to be a long day.


"Finally….. back." Francis panted out as he knocked on the Englishman's door.

"Yes?" England said as he looked out opening the door a crack, realizing who it was he flung the door open and let them in. "You got the good?" He asked as he peered out the window.

"What the hell are you freakin' talking about bastard? Why are you acting like you're doing something bad dammit!?" Romano asked, after all he did have a specialty with shady characters.

"I thought it would add to the drama, or at least that's what my script says." England defended himself.

"A script what are you talking about mon ami?" Francis asked curiously.

"Just….. never mind. Bring the sword in and place it on the table." He commanded as he went into the hidden room behind his bookcase.

"Sure!" North Italy said as he placed it on the table and they all took a seat in the living room and waited for Arthur to come out.

"Here we go." Arthur said as he pulled a black cauldron out from behind him and set it down in the middle of the room brushing his hands off. "Now Spain hand me the Skofnung so I can finish it." England commanded as the Spaniard hurriedly grabbed the sword and handed it to England.

"You sure you know what you're doing?" Germany asked cautiously as England picked the sword up and started chanting while mixing the strange neon purple liquid with the sword. Arthur just ignored him and continued chanting. "I'll take that as a yes." He said as he watched the British man with interest.

They sat like that for fifteen minutes when Arthur suddenly stopped and looked up from the pot. "It is finished." He said as he pulled out a cup from behind him and poured some of the liquid into a cup and handed it to Gilbert. "Here drink." Arthur commanded and motioned with his hands for him to do so.

"Uhhh……" Prussia said as he started at the unnaturally colored liquid and looked back up.

"What's the matter? Just drink it!" England yelled as he saw the Prussian's uncertain pause. "It's not going to kill you."

"How do you know that magic bastard?" Romano yelled at England, "I wouldn't drink that if I were him either." He said with a nod of approval.

"No, I'll drink it." Gilbert said as he lifted the cup up to his lips.

"Your funeral." Romano said as he watched the albino curiously.

"Fratello! Be nice!" Italy chastised his brother and turned to Prussia, "do what you want to." He said as he looked at Gilbert with a reassuring look.

"Alright then, I'll do it." He said as he tipped the cup back and let the contents flow into his mouth. All the countries were on the edge of their seats as they watched him. He just stood there for a while, "Did it work?" Germany asked as he stared at his brother.

"I don't remember anything." Prussia said as he looked towards England.

"That's odd it should of-"Arthur started to say when Gilbert suddenly fainted. "There it goes." England said casually and turned to the now gaping nations. "Ludwig, pick him up and bring him to my room." He commanded as he started leading the way.

"Wait what?" Spain said as he replayed the past few minutes in his head.

England gave a sigh and turned back towards them. "The spell will knock him out for the rest of the day so you guys might as well grab a spot and stay the night." England explained and kept on walking.

"Okay then, you guys grab a spot to sleep and I'll bring Gilbert to the room." Germany said as he picked his älter brüder preußen, and went to the destined room.

"All right then let's all go find a place to sleep and have a good night oui?" France said as they all scrambled to find a place to sleep.


"Good night brüder. Germany said as he laid down his older brother and slowly closed the door behind him. And for a split second he thought he heard a muffled, "thanks west." But brushed it off as his imagination and went to sleep.


The next morning the nations were all startled awake by a scream coming from the Prussian's room and jolted awake as they sped over there. "Brüder, was ist falsch?!" Germany yelled as he reached his brother's door and paused, waiting for the other nations and an answer. When he got no answer and the others caught up he threw the door open to find that Prussia was……………………………..


A/N: I don't own Hetalia! This time I left a cliffhanger! Whatcha gonna do???

Translations:

German: älter brüder preußen= older brother Prussia

Brüder, was ist falsch?!= Brother, what is wrong?!

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