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Forgotten Memories

Holy Roman Empire Arc (End)

Chapter 4

Rain tapped against the window making the already dreary day worse. The young nation had been stuck in bed, sick, for the past few days but fro exactly how many he had lost count. For him the days never ended. It was just a torturous cycle. One day repeating over and over and over again. Even with all of the resting he had not gotten any better. If nothing else he felt that he had only gotten worse. He was bored out of his mind and with Prussia's frequent leaving to get meals or a possible medicine he was left alone to wonder through his thoughts and limited memories. The memories only gave him headaches though. Some would be faded or distorted in some way or another making it so he couldn't recall what anyone was saying or anyone's faces. Even Gilbert's face, when he could identify the person in his memories as the white haired man, was faded and blurred so much that he couldn't even try to replace the face with what he thought could be there. The good thing about his memories, though, was that he could remember the emotions he had felt. He had found that a memory of him meeting someone (he assumed it was a someone even though he couldn't see anyone or anything in front of him) had made him very happy. On the other hand there was a memory of a large stone arc that he had mixed feelings for. It had made him feel overjoyed but at the same time he felt like he was going to cry whenever he remembered it. Why it had made him feel that way he didn't know. Something to do with underwear was what his mind subconsciously told him but he blushed and pushed the thought away. It was particularly embarrassing because he could tell subconsciously that it was a girl's underpants but then again, he assumed it would be just as awkward if it had been a pair of underwear that belonged to a boy.

Germany looked over his shoulder hearing the door opened and saw the white haired nation walk into the room. The red eyed man grinned at the young boy as he walked over and sat on the side of the bed.

"I got you something to eat." He said unfolding a rag he held in his gloved hand.

Ludwig took the warm loaf of bread from him. "What about you?" he asked before doing anything else.

"I got something while I was out now eat it before it cools off and doesn't taste as good." He said sternly but the German boy knew him well enough to tell that there was a joking side in his words.

The blonde bit into the fresh bread hungrily. Grateful that it wouldn't upset his stomach like most foods did for the time being.

"So," the Prussian started, "I think that since you're starting to get better we can start to head home."

Germany swallowed the bread in his mouth choking a bit since it was bigger than he had originally thought. "W-What?" he asked, his big blue eyes bright and hopeful, "Really?"

Prussia nodded and continued on. "Of course. You didn't think we'd stay here forever did you? That would be very unawesome. We'd have to change our route home though since it would be better for you to stay in inns instead of sleeping on the ground in a tent or something."

"Can we leave today?" Germany decided that it was better to ask and be proven wrong than to be waiting for nothing.

Prussia shook his head. "No, not today." He said, "We can leave tomorrow if you get a good night's sleep tonight and you're feeling OK."

"I'm feeling fine now." He pronounced, "Why can't we leave now?"

"Because little boys need to eat and rest in order to get better." Prussia replied, "Now stop arguing about it and eat."

He rolled his eyes slightly a smiled smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He bit into the fluffy bread once more excited for tomorrow.

~X~

One Month Later…

The journey home, for the once Holy Roman Empire, was nothing less than absolutely horrible. He didn't know what was worse. Having to walk from town to town or spending days off course just to walk from town to town. Prussia had insisted that they stop and spend the night in every town they came through. Germany knew the reason for this was because Prussia was worried about the young blonde's health but Ludwig would have rather just gone straight home.

Prussia had taught the new nation about all of the other nations while they were traveling and Germany felt that he could repeat every nation and whether to look out for them or not by heart.

Hungary – stay away from. Prussia told him that even though the nation was small she was dangerous. Probably the most dangerous of all of the nations according to Prussia.

Austria – Prussia promised to introduce the two of them when they were older. He had also told the blonde to stay away from him until he was older. Germany was only supposed to go to him if he needed help and he couldn't go to anyone else.

Spain – The nation was alright according to Prussia. He said that they had been close friends once.

And so on and so forth. Most of the nations consisted of him having to stay away from them until he was older. He really didn't understand that. If they were alright then why couldn't he just meet them now? Wouldn't it just be easier to take care of everything now instead of when he was older? Another thing that had Germany confused was that when he talked about a nation called Italy he specifically said 'South Italy'. Why wouldn't he just call the nation 'Italy'? What about North Italy? Was there even a North Italy?

Germany had tried to ask the white haired nation about this once but the elder had ignored him. He quickly switched to another nation called Russia making sure to really drive it in the blonde's head to stay away from the man at all costs. Prussia hadn't mentioned Italy since.

"We're almost there." The Prussian said pulling Germany from his thoughts.

The blonde looked up as they emerged from the forest. His eyes widened in surprise and a small bit of fear. To say it was huge was an understatement. It was enormous. He wondered for a bit if there was any land in the country left after this massive house was built. It didn't even deserve to be called a house. It was more like a mansion where the richest people in the world would live.

"This is where we lived in between battles with France." Prussia explained, "I know it looks big but you've been here before so maybe you'll remember it a bit."

Prussia continued into the large front yard of the mansion. "You coming?" he asked holding the gate open for the younger of the two.

Germany nodded and hurried through the gate. The yard was filled with fancily cut bushes and high fountains that spit clear blue water. The (Completely Awesome and Highly Respected) Prussian led Germany into the house, unlocking the door with a small brass key. The first room Germany entered did not make him feel any better about living in this house for who knows how long. The ceiling was at least a million feet above his head and it slowly felt like it was growing just to taunt him. Germany scowled at it, he'd be tall someday.

"Feel free to explore, I'm going to see if anything in the kitchen is still good. Don't get too lost OK?" Prussia said as he walked off towards what Germany assumed to be the direction of the kitchen. The albino's hands were shoved deep into his pockets but his head was still held high. "Call me and my awesomeness if you need anything."

He smiled lightly and headed into the house. Most of the rooms were large, if not all of them. On the first floor was the library which was filled with long shelves and dusty old books, the kitchen were Prussia was, a dining room with a table that almost filled the room. The next floor was mostly large bedrooms as well as some very spacious bathrooms. Ironically enough it was none of these expensive rooms that really caught Germany's eye but a small door under the large oak staircase. The paint was chipped and the top was slanted to accommodate the slant of the stairs. The inside was small, no bigger than what the German could spread my arms out in. Inside were multiple things that could be used to clean the house but the thing that the light blue eyes kept traveling back to was a push broom that could be easily used by a child. Germany grabbed it and looked it over more than twice. There was absolutely nothing special about it from what his eyes could see but yet he couldn't seem to let it go.

He smiled at it fondly almost as if it were a long lost friend. Maybe a better place for it would be in his room. He closed the door and began walking up the stairs but stopped suddenly. He walked slowly down the stairs, with the push broom in his hand, towards the kitchen where Gilbert was.

Maybe it would be best to find out which room was his before hand.

This marks the end of the Holy Roman Empire Arc. Up next... another Arc... Dream Arc maybe? Whatever. From now on he is offically Germany. Until Austria meets him...

I'll do the asking for Reviews this time since last time it ended up with Belarus after us... I shall cast a spell on you to make you review!

Arthur: Are you kidding me? You couldn't cast a bloody spell to save your life.

And I suppose you can do better?

Arthur: Yes. Infact I can. BarneyElmoGroverBigBird, Playwithme Sesame, TwinkyWinky Dipsy Lala Po. I curse all who read this to review!

Ivan: *pops out of floor* You called?

Arthur: I wasn't calling you! *goes to push Ivan away*

No no... leave him. Besides we've got bigger problems.

Arthur: What would those be?

You turned me into a stupid five year old.

Arthur: ... Review please so my magic will get better and I can turn her back so she can write more...