A/N: Thankyou everyone favorited/alerted/or reviewed this story. I may have forgotten to add in the other chapters but... I do not own Hetalia. I don't own any of the characters and I don't make any profit from this story. Hetalia is owned by Hidekaz Himuraya.

When Ari was knocked unconscious from the accident he dreamed. It was not dreams in which the longest lasting effect was a strange feeling when woken. No these dreams were the twisted memories of Ari's own childhood.

At the beginning of this first dream Ari realized he was sitting on a bed and apparently in a child's room as evidenced from the countless small toys strewn on the wooden floor. "Daddy?" a small voice said from the head of the bed. Ari turned his head quickly to see who had spoken.

"Peter? W-What are you doing here?" Ari asked uncertainly. This Peter was younger than the one that Ari had known; this Peter looked only about three or four years old. He also looked scared and vulnerable unlike his older, more cheerful counterpart. This young Peter pulled the covers he had been clutching farther up, covering his chin looking at Ari with fear-filled eyes, as if just waking from a nightmare and waiting to be comforted.

For a moment Ari again wondered to himself why Peter had called him daddy when suddenly from deep within his sub- consciousness his mind supplied the answer.

'You're his father of course. How could you forget that?' Spoke the sly voice within his mind.

Suddenly Ari's mind sent him a rush of fabricated memories: Him tucking Peter into bed, giving him a bath, kissing his scrapes of scratches, hugging Peter close as he fell asleep in his arms.

'How could I forget my own son?" Ari questioned himself.

'They tricked you… made you forget him and that you are his father.' Spoke the voice again.

Ari felt himself becoming angry 'Who? Who would want to make me forget my own son?' He questioned himself angrily again hoping for an answer. He got his answer in one of his memories.

In this 'memory' Peter was being dragged out of Ari's arms by tendrils of dark shadows. Peter was sobbing while Ari screamed in anger for the shadows to let go of his son. But the shadows managed to rip Peter from him, and as Peter was swallowed up by the darkness Ari could see faces within the evil shadows.
Ari saw the faces of Peter's so-called family: Mr. and Mrs. Kirkland, as well as Arthur, stood laughing at the distraught Ari from their protective darkness, Peter already unconscious in Mrs. Kirkland's shadow arms.

'I-It was them? No! They can't have Peter; they don't love him like I do! They don't know what he needs, he needs me. I'm his father and I will get my son back.' Ari promised himself as the shadows furled over him dragging him into a deep, dreamless sleep where he knew no more until he woke.

Peter had woken up quite a bit earlier then he usually did on Sundays. The first thing he did was take a deep breath, inhaling the plastic he was laying on as he opened his eyes. He heard a bit of shuffling and pulled his head up from the couch, his cheek parting from the material with a sticky pop.
His muscles felt tight under his skin and for a moment it was difficult to get into a sitting position on the couch.

When he was able to finally sit up and view the room he saw that Lukas's chair was empty. At first Peter wondered if he had left the hospital to sleep at home. But then Peter saw the door to the bathroom that had previously been open had been closed; Peter stretched and walked to Ari's bedside. The young man still had his eyes closed though at this point it seemed as if his sleep was lighter. "Ari, Ari are you awake?" Peter whispered near Ari's ear.

Ari blinked as he opened his eyes, when he was able to bring the room into focus he turned his head to see the boy next to him. "Peter… thank God you're safe." Ari's voice came out in a dry rasp as he groped for Peter's hand which was resting on the side of the bed.
As he found the small hand and held it tightly Peter let out a small shocked sound. "You're not mad at me Ari? Even though you got hurt while I was playing with you?" Peter asked with a worried pout on his face.

Ari smiled slightly at his son, "No Peter I'm not angry at you, but you scared me a lot and you could have been hurt."

"I'm sorry Ari I-"

"We'll talk about that later. Right now I want you to sit by me." Ari said as he gestured to the space on the bed near his hip. Peter nodded slightly and went to sit on the space Ari had gestured at.
Ari tried to sit up taller on the bed as Peter adujusted himself on the small spot.

"Peter, while I was asleep I remembered something wonderful. I remember who I really am and who you are." Peter gave Ari a confused look.

"Ari what are you talking about?" Peter asked as a feeling of worry surfaced in his stomach.

"I remembered that I'm your father Peter. I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough to keep them from you but now that I remember they won't get you ever again." Ari's smile had faded and his mouth was now set in a hard line.

Peter looked even more puzzled at this statement. Sure Peter sometimes disliked his parents but they were his parents and he loved them, and Ari certainly was too young to be Peter's dad.
"Ari what are you talking about? You're not making any sense." As Peter questioned Ari the young man gathered Peter into his arms, placing his hand on Peter's head and pressing the side of Peter's face into Ari's shoulder, being careful to avoid his various injuries.

"Shhh… I know they must have tricked you too Peter. And you were too young to remember much about me. But I'm sure you remember a bit." Ari said as he stroked Peter's blond hair.
Peter was very worried about Ari at this point. Why was he acting so weird? If Ari was playing a joke on Peter to make him feel worse about getting him hurt then it wasn't funny.

As father and son embraced a door on the side of the room opened and Lukas stepped out, turning to see his younger brother awake and apparently functioning.
"Oh good you're awake, I was getting worried about you." Lukas said nonchalantly as he tried to mask the relief in his voice.

"Thank you but you shouldn't have worried." Ari said ignoring his brother's surprised glance when he saw who Ari was holding.
"I have a right to worry about my own family." Lukas said coolly, turning his dull gaze to Peter. "Peter you need to let Ari rest, he's probably not up to any more of your games for now" Lukas said with a sarcastic glint in his eyes.

Peter began to try to remove himself from Ari but the injured man's arms were surprisingly strong.
"You can stay Peter, he can't tell you what to do. You're my child and he has no right to tell you to leave." Ari stated, his gaze turning hard and grim as it meet Lukas's slightly surprised face.

"Your…son? Ari if this is some kind of joke I suggest you stop this foolishness now." Lukas stated as his face returned to its normal blank expression.
"Did they trick you too Lukas? Is that why you don't remember your own nephew? Or do you just not care enough about him to even try to remember?" Ari asked his brother with accusing eyes.

Lukas began backing toward the door leading to the hallway. "Ari, I'm going to get a doctor now. I think you're confused and maybe a doctor can help you." Ari said as he left the room quickly.

Ari's arms tightened around Peter who had remained quiet through the entire exchange between the brothers. "Don't worry Peter… they'll never take you away from me again. Even if I have to fight them I'll still have you." Ari said quietly in Peter's ear.
Peter felt sick as Ari then placed a kiss on top of his head.