"Well, here we are." Germany stated as he opened up the door to his home in the former West Berlin. "Make yourself at home since you'll be living here with me from now on." Germany moved over to get to the kitchen. "I'm going to make some food, I'll be right back." He said and disappeared into the kitchen.

"This is a nice place, the second time I've been here actually; the first was the day before we began our journey." Gilbert said as he walked into the sitting room and took a seat on one of the couches. The seat he used to always sit on, Germany noted as he watched him from the kitchen. Earlier the others had left for the night, bidding them farewell leaving Ludwig to bring Prussia back home.

"Dinner will be ready in a while so just relax and rest." He called from the kitchen as he began cutting up some potatoes.

"Okay." Prussia replied and turned on the television.

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"Dinner is ready!" Ludwig called from the kitchen as he took a seat at the end of the small wooden table.

"Wow, this looks great!" Prussia exclaimed as he caught sight of the meal set down on the table.

"Danke, now, have a seat. Let's eat." Germany said as he smiled warmly at the Prussian and gestured towards the seat at the other end of the table. They ate in silence for most of the meal until dessert. "Brüder, I have a surprise for you." Ludwig said as he went over to the refrigerator.

"Hmm?" Gilbert mumbled curiously as he watched his younger brother's movements.

"Yes." Ludwig said as he came back and placed the item on the table in front of his seat, and one in front of Prussia's.

"What is this?" Prussia said as he stared at the item placed in front of him. "Bier?" He questioned as he continued to gaze at it.

"Ja, I know you haven't had a beer in a while and you probably don't remember drinking it if you don't remember pancakes, but you used to love them so I thought you might enjoy one."

"Thank you, I think I will try it." Prussia said and picked the bottle up from in front of him. They drank heartily until it was quite late out and Ludwig had passed out on the couch. "Sorry Ludwig, I need to think some things through for a bit." Gilbert whispered and walked over towards the front door. "Auf wedersehen, Germany." He whispered and slowly closed the door shut behind him.

And Germany's eyes shot open. "Brüder?"

"Hu-huh." Gilbert sighed as he walked through the depressing streets of East Berlin. He had been walking around the former province of Russia for hours and he hadn't seen a single person yet.

"Where is everyone?" He wondered aloud and glanced around him, yep, no one there. "Then again, I doubt many people would be out at this time of night, er, morning." Prussia said and took a seat on the sidewalk.

"Are you okay Herr?" A voice called from behind the albino.

"Waah!" Prussia yelled and fell backwards in surprise.

"You're funny Herr, what's your name? Mine is Vaughn and I am fifteen years old!" The voice proclaimed proudly above Gilbert, causing him to look up. When he did so he was greeted with the sight of a cheerful young teen. He had dark ash-colored hair, light purple eyes that sparkled with youth, and a little yellow bird perched atop his head.

Gilbert shook himself out of his stupor and answered the boy's question. "My name is Gilbert Beilschmidt; I am twenty two years old."

"Wow! You seem so much older! I mean your hair is white and only old people look like that! Are you sure you're twenty two?" The boy asked with wide eyes as he stared at Gilbert. "And your eyes," He continued, "are so cool! They're red! That's my favorite color, what's yours?" The boy asked excitedly and helped the Prussian up.

"I'm an albino." Gilbert explained as he brushed the snow off of his pants. "And for your other question, my favorite color is Prussian blue." Prussia smiled at the teen before asking his next question. "Now, why exactly are you out so late?"

"Prussian blue? Awesome! My parents were from Prussia, they were really really really really really sad when it was dissolved." The boy explained, so he was one of my own, Prussia thought and the boy continued. "The question is not why I am out, but why are YOU out so late Gilbert?" The boy questioned, emphasizing the you. The bird on his head piyoed in agreement.

"I asked you first."

"I asked you second."

"Fine, I'm out because I wanted to think things through." Prussia answered and gave a childish pout, turning away from the boy defiantly. Vaughn gave a giggle as this and answered the other man's question.

"I'm out here so I can escape from my adopted father." Vaughn answered simply the asked, "What do you need to think through Gilbert, did something bad happen?"

"Well, you see Vaughn, I used to live in East Germany and when the wall came down I was reunited with my family and friends. The only problem is that I can't remember anything form before the wall." He explained, "So my friends and I have been going around trying to get my memory back." He finished and sighed. "But nothing has worked yet, we got close a few times but…" He shrugged the last part off and looked towards the boy again.

Oh, don't worry Herr; I'm sure you'll get your memory back someday!" The boy assured him and pat him on the back. 'Hey, could you tell me about some of the places you've gone to? Please!" Vaughn begged and Prussia smiled.

"Sure, now where to start? Canada probably." And he told Vaughn of the many places and things he went to and did with his friends and Ludwig. Vaughn seemed to love it, he laughed and gasped as the right times, of course Gilbert didn't mention they were countries no matter how much he wanted too, and had a good time.

"Well, I've got to go, it's getting late." Prussia said as he took a look at his watch.

"No! You can't go! We had so much fun!" Vaughn exclaimed and latched onto Gilbert's leg.

"Sorry, but I have to go. Ludwig, my younger brother, will be worried." Prussia said and patted the boy's head. "I'll come back here tomorrow at the same time okay?" he promised.

"Okay." Vaughn sighed and let go off the Prussian's leg.

"Thank you, I'll see you tomorrow." Prussia said and started walking away, waving behind him.

"Good luck Prussia! You'll get your memory back!" The boy shouted and waved. "Bye!"

"Goodbye!" Gilbert replied and kept walking, then turned around. Wait, he called me Prussia, how would he know? He thought and quickly looked around. No one. Where did he go and how did he? Never mind, I better get home before Germany waked up. He thought and continued home.

"I'm almost there!" Prussia muttered to himself as he reached his destination. "Finally!" He whispered and opened the door, taking off his shoes and trying to tiptoe upstairs. Trying being the key word, Ludwig was in the living room waiting for him, stern look on his face and arms crossed. "Let me ex-"

"Where have you been?" He asked, not moving from his position in the room.

"Well I-"Prussia was cut off, again.

"Don't 'well I' me! Do you know how worried I was! I called France and the others over to look for you and we've been searching for you for hours!" Germany yelled and started tapping his foot angrily. "But," he sighed, "I'm glad you're not hurt." He said and hugged the now confused Prussian.

"So-Sorry, I just had to go think things through and I decided to take a walk." He explained, blushing as his brother hugged him.

"It's fine, as long as you're okay. I better call the others back since you're here." Ludwig said and pulled away, going for the phone.

"Okay." Gilbert replied and took a seat on one of the couches.

Soon the others arrived, others being France, Spain, Feliciano, Romano, Hungary, Austria, England, Canada, Russia, and America. "Prussia!" They had all shouted in their many languages upon seeing the man seated on the couch. Many shouts and bone crushing hugs followed these remarks as they all hugged their little Prussian. Suddenly the front door burst open, revealing a young man with dark brown hair, hazel eyes, and wearing long, slightly ripped, jeans, a black t-shirt, a military looking green jacket over it, and an army green colored hat decorated with three stars and various other pins. ("Hey is that a pin of me?" "Shut up Commie!") After a few minutes of silence from everybody and a blank look from the man, who looked around fourteen, the boy raised his arm in front of him. "Yo."

"What the…who the hell are you? Romano asked after another few seconds of shocked silence.

The stranger completely ignored the fuming Italian and walked through the others, straight towards Prussia, and stopped in front of the albino, no change in expression what so ever.

"Uhh, do I know you? You look familiar." Gilbert said as he gazed at the teen.

"Here." The boy said and dug around in his pocket, pulling something out after a few moments of searching. "You left this at my house." He said and dropped the item into the Prussian's open palm.

"What's this?" Gilbert asked and looked down at the item in his hand. "An Iron cross?" He asked and gazed at it, the lighting in the room bouncing off of it, causing it to shine. "This is…" Prussia said and looked at the stranger, "My, Iron cross, you brought it back. I got this at that time…" He trailed off and stared into space, lost to the world.

"Brüder?" Ludwig asked and stepped forward, shaking his brother's shoulder. "What did you do to him!" Germany asked and turned around, facing the mysterious young man.

"Just gave him back his cross." The teen shrugged and gave a small smile. "And his memories." He whispered and stood back in front of Gilbert. "Oi, Gil."

"Huh? Oh, sorry Mallory, I got distracted, what were we talking about again." He replied and smiled sheepishly, rubbing an arm on the back of his head. "Not awesome, I know."

"Brüder?" Ludwig said and approached Prussia.

"West! Nice to see ya! What's up? Miss the awesome me?" He asked and gave a huge grin.

"Your remember everything?" Germany asked in disbelief, and after getting a nod, Ludwig caught him in a bone crushing hug, again.

"Gilbert!" Everyone else seemed to shout and joined in on the hug.

"Good for you Gilbert, be happy." Mallory whispered and silently inched towards the door.

"Oh no you don't!" Prussia shouted and tackled the German to the floor, a look of momentary shock on the boy's face. "Where do you think you're going?" He asked as he pinned the boy to the ground.

"Home." Mallory answered and struggled to get up.

"No you're not! You have to celebrate with us!" Prussia complained and clung onto Mallory's leg. "C'mooonnnn! It'll be awesome!"

"Fine, but there better be Schwarzwälder Kirschtorte or I'm leaving." He replied and pried Gilbert off of his leg.

"Who are you?" Spain asked as he bounced up to Mallory.

"Oh, right." Prussia said and cleared his throat. "This is Mallory; he is a dear friend of mine from East Germany. His family came to visit from America after World War 1 but got caught up in World War 2 and couldn't leave."

"Blood type O+, 5' 4", not telling you my weight, ethnicity; Russian, Polish, Prussian, Hungarian, and Latvian. Translator for English to German and back, enjoys music, friends, reading, Italian food, and parks. Jewish mother and Christian Father, Gemini." Mallory continued with a biography. Italy perked up at the Italian food part while Germany looked guilty at the Jewish part. "Age, 21, even though I look fourteen." He finished.

"Nice to meet you, my name is Ludwig." Ludwig stuck out a hand and they shook.

"He knows about us being countries by the way." Gilbert piped in.

"Or Germany." He continued.

The others introduced themselves.

"I'm Canada."

"Hello."

"America the hero here!"

"…..I'm ashamed…."

"Hello, I'm Austria."

"Hello."

"I'm England, nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you sir."

"Hello, my name is Hungary. You're part Hungarian right?"

"Yes, I am, and it's a pleasure to meet you."

"Hi! I'm Spain!"

"….Hello….."

"I'm Italy ve~! Do you like pasta!"

"Hello Italy, and yes, I love pasta."

"Yay! I'll make us some! This is my big brother, Romano!"

"Che, hey."

"Hello."

"Bonjour mon cher~"

"Get away from me. I can sense the evil from you." Mallory said, disgusted look on his face as he pushed the Frenchman away.

"I like this guy!" England shouted and joined in on beating up France.

"Privet, I am Russia. You are already one with Mother Russia but that is okay, we can still be friends."

"Hello Pоссия, nice to meet you."

"Well, let's get this party started!" Prussia shouted and the fun began.

"Mon cher, why so cruel?" France said and started groping the man. "Wait, what?"

"Don't touch me perv!" He shouted and shoved the Frenchman away.

"Oh, my mistake, mon cheri." Francis said and smiled lewdly.

"You're a girl!" Prussia asked in disbelief.

"Yeah, didn't Natalie tell you?"

"Oh, right."

"FRANCE!"

"I'm sorry!" France shouted as he ran from and angry Hungary, Prussia, Germany, Russia, England, Romano, America, and Poland? Wait, when did he get here!

"I, like, climbed through the, like, window duh!"

"Everything's back to normal!" Italy shouted and smiled cheerfully, joining in on the chase.

"Finally." Canada said and smiled, then went into the corner to comfort Mallory.

Thank God.

IRON CROSS-

FIN

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A/N: Well, that's it, Iron Cross is finally finished! Now do you understand the title name?

No.

Shut up PK! Thanks for all those who reviewed/Faved/Alerted, it's been fun! Oh, and Rinkuu, I should have your story out, well, eventually. I hope to see you all at my other stories! Auf wedersehen! Until next time!

-Akai