The next morning after I wake up, I go about my normal business; waking up my troops and getting to breakfast before Ludwig, making sure I get a shot at the good food first. Then, I train the troops, possibly pushing them a bit harder than I normally would. It's all unconsciously, though, as I watch them run the course.

Lunch finally comes around, and I go right to the medical tent. They let me in this time. He's in the back, and I go over.

He's covered in bandages and stitches, his left arm is in a sling, his right hand is heavily bandaged, there are some bandages wrapped around his head, there's an IV in his arm, and he has an oxygen mask on. He looks terrible, but better than when I first found him.

I sit next to him. "Do you know his name?" I ask a nurse.

"Matthew Williams. He's Canadian. He's been in the war for a few years. Apparently he's a good spy too."

"I just wanted his name."

"Sorry." I wave her away, and she obeys immediately.

"Come on Matthew." I quietly say. "Get better soon. You have to be all right; you're going to be all right. You're gonna be the best solider. I'll make sure of it. I swear it."

I take his military i.d. tags and put them in my pocket. He'll get a new one before he wakes up. He's going to have a new uniform too. It'll be just like he's one of us, and he will be. I'll make sure of that.

A week later, we move camp. I make sure to keep an eye on Matthew to make sure he's ok, since someone else has him. I make sure I set up close as I can to the medical tent.

I check on him every day, watching him heal, and I talk to him. Sometimes, it's about nothing, sometimes about things I wish I could tell my brother. I really open up to him, and as two months of him being here comes to an end, I feel something when I'm around him. I start visiting him more often.

Three months from when I found Matthew, I'm sitting next to him again at the new location for camp.

"It's been three months now." I tell him. "You're nearly healed now. I just wish you were awake. The troops did a good job in training today. Well, most of them. One of them screwed up again, just like last time, and it was the same one too. I'm sure you won't be as clumsy as him though."

Canada POV

I've been hearing a distant voice for a while now. It was the only thing in this darkness. The voice steadily became a little louder each time I heard it, up to the point where I could make out sentences. Then I slowly started to regain feeling. The pain slowly numbed, so I learned to ignore it when it hurt a lot.

Now, I feel different than before. The voice is clear, and I can hear it better than before. I can feel I'm lying on something, a cot maybe, and I can sense my surroundings, and I can feel the presence of someone close to me. So the voice belongs to someone.

"I'm sure you won't be as clumsy as him though." the voice was saying. "I'll make sure of it. Just… you'll make me proud, I know you will."

There's a gentle squeeze to my hand, and slowly, and lightly, my hand gently squeezes back. There's another squeeze, but a bit harder, and my hand mimics.

"A-are you waking up? Oh, please, please be waking up."

And then, I start gasping in air, my eyes open, and all consciousness comes back to me. There are red eyes looking at me. An albino. He smiles at me.

"Gott sei Dank.(thank God) You're finally awake."

"'F-f-fina-ally?" I manage to get the word out, quietly.

"Ja, three months. Uh, what do you remember?"

"Eh? Of what?"

"Everything."

I think for a moment. My name comes to mind, my being the personification of Canada, and my house, vaguely smelling of maple all the time.

"M-my name, M-matthew W-williams. I'm C-Canad-dian. And m-my house. I-it alw-ways smalls a b-bit like m-maple."

"Maple, huh? It smells nice?"

I nod. "W-wonderful."

"And that's all you remember?"

"Yeah. I'm sorry. Sh-should I have re-remem-bered something e-else?"

"Well, you were coming back from spying on the enemy. I thought you may remember something from that, but when you were coming back, you got shot at. Luckily, I found you."

"S-sorry. I don't remember. A-and thanks for f-finding me."

"Yeah, no problem. I should show you around then, since you lost your memory." He carefully helps me up and gets me a uniform that I assume was mine. I get dressed, and he helps me get the black shirt on, and we just put the green military jacket over my shoulders.

He shows me around the camp. He shows me where we eat, the medical tent, training area, and a few other places. He introduces me to a few people and tells me about them when we get on our way.

"And then there's my bruder, Ludwig." he tells me as we walk. "He's so uptight, strict, annoying, everything has to be so clean and neat, and he's just so…" He sighs. "But he is my little bruder. Just make sure you're doing what you're supposed to be doing when he's around."

"OK."

As an end to the tour, he brings me to a tent. "This is where you'll be staying, and you'll be training and working with most of them. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Ok." He leaves, and I go into the tent.

There are a few cots set up. There's a jacket on one of them, a book on another, and a magazine on the third. There are bags around each bed, holding personal belongings and weapons. Three people are sitting on the ground, playing a card game, but they lookup when I come in. One of them stands up.

"Begrüβen neue Kameraden. (Welcome new comrade)" he says in German. I don't understand what he said, though, so I just look at him, confused.

"Pardon?" I ask quietly.

"English then. Welcome new comrade. I suppose you are the one who has had Generalleutnant Beilschmidt so worried?" He has a thick German accent. All three of them laugh, and I give a sheepish grin.

"I-I guess." I say when they stop laughing.

"Well, come. We were just playing a game of Doppelkopf." I come sit with them.

"Ah, what exactly is Doppelkopf?"

"Oh, it's a German card game with gambling." One of the other two says.

"Oh, w-well, I don't have anything to gamble with."

"That's ok, you'll just owe us later." the first man speaks again. "Oh, und by the way, this is Schäefer," the guy on his right, "Gruber," his left, "und I am Braun."

"Williams." I tell them. Braun tells me how to play Doppelkopf, and then we start.

After we're finished, I owe everyone something.

"So, this is your cot." Schäefer tells me, patting one. "You'll get a bag of personal possessions tomorrow, und you will also start your training." I nod understandingly, and he nods back before going and laying down on his cot for the night.

I settle into mine. It was somewhat more comfortable than the one in the medical tent. I had a thin blanket, but it did provide some warmth, and a firm pillow. It's not the best, but it's still good enough for me, and I fall asleep a few minutes after someone turns the small gas lamp off.