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Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia and I didn't start the Holy Roman Empire = Young Germany either. On another note Yes I did steal the cookies from the cookie jar no you can't prove it.

Forgotten Memories

Holy Roman Empire Arc

Chapter two

Prussia knelt next to the small nation and placed an ungloved hand on the young boy's forehead that was dampened by sweat. It was burning and it was probably the cause for the light pink color that covered his cheeks. The elder nation shook his head and met the dull and half lidded ice blue eyes. He was breathing deeply and his small body was visibly trembling. The red eyed nation sighed as he slid his hands under the small boy and lifted him up gently. Slowly and carefully the older nation began to walk alongside the river.

"I'll explain everything later." He promised, "Why don't you get some sleep? Don't worry I'm a friend." He smiled warmly for good measure.

The blonde must have been too sick and tired to argue or else he believed what Prussia had told him, even though what the older nation had said was completely true, (it would make him totally unawesome if he wasn't truthful to his allies which he was awesome and incredibly handsome as well) but the Holy Roman Empire closed his eyes and fell asleep with his head rested against Prussia's chest. Prussia smiled, seeing his new responsibility.

Crap. He hadn't thought of that before. He had no clue what to do with kids and the things he did when he was young probably wouldn't be the best to teach anyone else, even if they were fun they were the cause of why his land was shrinking. Although he'd defiantly have to teach him how to get girls and who to stay away from. Hungary for example was someone the blonde should stay away from, and France who would take Holy Rome away if he found out that he was really Holy Rome plus the guy was a pedophile, then again Spain could be a creeper when he wanted to be as well. He looked up at the sky that was beginning to darken. What in the world was he going to do now? It wasn't like things could go back to the way they were.

Holy Rome couldn't return no matter how much anyone else wanted him to. And it wasn't like Prussia could just randomly find some kid in the middle of the woods that was a nation. Although it could happen the chances of it were extremely slim. It was a one in a ten billion chance. Probably even worse than that. Maybe Austria could help him he did have Italy after all but then again he knew Holy Rome, he'd recognize him immediately. He groaned softly deciding that this was just one problem he'd have to deal with on his own, he'd have to take it headfirst too.

By the time the sky had turned dark and the moon and stars covered the sky and illuminated the dark forest that surrounded him, Prussia's legs had turned to gelatin and his feet into lead bricks. He could no longer feel anything below his waist and his arms were growing weak from holding the small but surprisingly heavy child that seemed to be growing in weight as he trudged on. He finally found out what it felt like to be a zombie as walking became a habit and he began to fall asleep on his feet as he continued to walk. The only good thing about the journey was that Holy Rome had managed to stay asleep throughout the entirety of it. Sure he had tossed and turned a few times but nothing that the awesome Prussia couldn't handle. When the sleeping nation finally did start to wake the sun was beginning to rise and paint the sky vibrant yellows, reds, and oranges. The blonde blinked a few times trying to remember where he was and what was going on.

"Good morning." Prussia beamed although his feet and legs were slowly killing him.

Icy blue eyes glanced at the white haired nation racking his brain for any memories of him but he found next to nothing. He did find a very small memory of that same voice telling him that he should sleep. And there was another one too but it was so distant it felt like it had been a dream. It wasn't about the white haired man at all, or at least the small boy didn't think so. He really couldn't see the face. Just a silent and fading dream.

"Look at you." Said the dream person. Something was placed on his dream self's head and slid down blocking his vision. He pushed it up and looked at the person in front of him.

"Don't you ever lose that. It's my favorite hat." They had said. The hat was black and trimmed with a gold color and had one shiny golden button on the side.

"With my help you'll be great someday." The person in the dream had said. "As soon as all of this is over I'm teaching you everything I know."

The blonde looked up at the white haired person who had seemed to be talking this whole time when he had been in thought. He seemed too goofy to be the teaching type and if it was real where I had the hat gone? He wasn't one to lose things. Or so it seemed. Maybe he did lose things often? He didn't know and pushed the whole thing off as a dream even though it had felt like it was real.

"Have you been walking all night?" the blonde asked stopping the other's constant chattering.

Prussia quieted and looked into the woods. "No. Hey by the way I found some berries to eat I thought you would be hungry." The crimson eyed man held out a handful of plump red berries.

The child nation noticed the change in subject and wasn't about to let it go but right now his stomach was influencing him too much and he took the berries. He ate each one quickly as he tried to fill his empty stomach but unfortunately they did not do much good.

"There's a town not too far from here. I saw the lights last night so just a few more miles or so." the elder man said moving Holy Rome so that he sat more comfortably on his shoulders.

"So you were up all night then?" the boy accused.

"The awesomeness that his Prussia does not have to answer to chibis like yourself!" the white haired nation exclaimed, "It wouldn't have mattered if I did anyway. My awesomeness can out do anything and everything."

The blonde rested his head on the soft white mess of hair on top of Prussia's head. He let out a small laugh but soon felt tired again he wanted to stay awake more and talk with the Prussian but he could fell his eyelids getting heavy and covering his eyes.

Prussia had made it to the town and had managed to find a suitable inn for the two of them while the small nation was asleep. He had also bought a beer for himself and something to eat for the both of them at the pub next door from the inn. He had left the blonde asleep on the inn's bed since he would only be gone for a second or so. Once he saw that the Holy Roman Empire was still asleep he left the plate of food on the bedside table and sat by the fire place the inn had and wrote a letter to Austria. He could send it tomorrow though he didn't want to leave the empire alone for too long. He finished it and headed up to their room.

The blonde's head turned quickly hearing the door open but seeing the white haired nation had calmed him somewhat. Prussia grabbed the wooden chair in the corner and placed it next to the bed.

"I see you've eaten." He said looking at the empty plate.

Holy Rome nodded and his hands tightened around the sheets. "I… I want to know-" he started.

"You want to know who you are." Prussia interrupted and Holy Rome nodded, "Well I did promise and it would be totally unawesome of me to break that promise." Prussia tried to think of where to start but maybe introducing himself would be a good start. "I'm Prussia, also known as the Great and Holy Land of Awesomeness that will Seize All Vital Regions, and my real name is Gilbert but only a few people know this, which you should be proud to be a part of by the way." He declared this proudly while pointing his thumb at his chest. "You, my forgetting and forgotten friend," he pointed at the blonde in front of him quickly missing his nose by centimeters. "You are my ally and the soon to be great Hol…"

Prussia stopped catching his mistake. He hadn't thought of a new nation name for the kid.

"Oops…" He thought, "Let's see Gilbert. G-i-l-b-e-r-t… It'll start with a G and the only other good letters are 'e' and 'r'. Ger… something."

"Yeah?" Holy Rome asked his eyes filled with excitement.

Gilbert chuckled sadly. He didn't want to lie to the kid but he couldn't tell him his real name because of France.

"Ger…many. Germany. Your nation is called Germany." Prussia smiled as tested out the name.

The new Germany frowned. "That doesn't sound anything like what you were going to say." He protested.

"I was going to say 'hold on'." Prussia argued his eyebrow twitching in annoyance with the kid.

"Why? That doesn't fit at all it doesn't sound even familiar at all either."

"And I'm going to suppose that you'll tell me that your real name, which is Ludwig, doesn't fit either." Prussia scoffed.

"No that sounds right somehow." Prussia could have pulled his hair out.

Prussia tried to calm himself. "You're the nation Germany and you are my west half."

"Germany doesn't sound right." Germany pointed out.

"DON'T QUESTION THE AWESOMENESS THAT IS PRUSSIA!" he yelled jumping up on his chair and bounding into a nearby door.

"Is that the closet?" Germany asked.

Prussia waited for a second before responding. "No… no it is not a closet. I don't know what you're talking about." He denied.

Germany rolled his eyes. "You're cloak is caught in the door." He pointed out.

The white haired nation opened the door slightly and tugged his cloak into the closet quickly before slamming the door. "No its not!" Prussia called back.

Germany sighed and slid off the bed. He froze as soon as he took a step.

"H-Hey G-Gilbert." He could feel his head throbbing and he quickly covered his mouth. "I don't feel too good."

He rushed to the bathroom and heard the closet door open behind him but he ignored it. Prussia plucked the small boy off of the floor and got him into the bathroom just in time. Germany quickly and violently emptied his stomach of the food he had previously eaten. The blonde let his body go limp but luckily Prussia was able to catch him. Gilbert lifted up the small nation who let his head fall against the older man's chest. Gilbert grabbed the towel hanging from the sink and wiped off Ludwig's mouth. He left the small boy alone in the room for a minute when he left to grab a glass of water for him. When he came back Ludwig was already half asleep.

"Drink this." He said pressing the glass lightly against the child's bottom lip.

Germany didn't argue as the cool liquid slipped down his throat and removed the awful taste in his mouth.

The Prussian slicked back the messy blonde hair. "Take it easy, you've still got a temperature." He informed.

Germany turned to his side and faced his red eyed brother. "It hurts, my head hurts." He complained.

Prussia pulled the covers over top of the blonde. "Yeah, you hit your head pretty hard." He said his eyes giving away that he was concerned, "You need to rest, you'll feel better in the morning."

"It's freezing." The new nation curled into a ball and shivered under the covers.

Prussia grabbed a thick quilt from the closet and threw it over top of the blonde. Ludwig only shook his head and continued to shiver when Gilbert had asked if it had helped. The white haired nation sighed and unlatched his cloak. He laid down on the bed next to the blonde and spread the cloak over the both of them making sure that Germany was fully covered.

"Won't you be cold with only the cloak?" Germany asked his eyes already half closed.

"Nah." Prussia yawned, "The cold is too scared of my awesomeness so it leaves me alone." The white haired nations smiled.

Germany gave a short and weak laugh before his eyes closed completely. The white haired nation wasn't half bad, he decided, he was full of himself but at least he could lift the blonde's spirits.

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