Alright! Now that 'Beauty Found Within' is done, let's knock this mother out! I'm very sorry for the wait, but here you are! The chapter you've all been waiting for! The nations have gotten their memories back at long last! But this fic isn't over yet!

"So, did you get your memories back?"

The nations froze at those words as they felt their memories seep back into their rightful places. Once they had been returned it was like an explosion had taken place as they connected with the events in the Digital World. Everything connected like pieces of a puzzle. They remembered why they were here and who they were looking for…and who they were looking for…had been with them the whole time.

'America told me about this experiment he was working on a while before he and the others disappeared.'

'This has America's flag on it.'

'He's saying that my fratello is in there too?!'

'I think most recent time humans came here was two years ago.'

'IGGY!'

'I'm coming fratello!'

'West no!'

'Your stolen memories hold the key to Azelmon's demise; you're memories…and your Digitalia's memories.'

Britain wordlessly picked up Amerimon and looked at him sadly before pulling him into a gentle but firm hug, "Oh Alfred, what happened to you?" he thought.

Amerimon let the nation hug him, assuming he was just traumatized by the fight with Azelmon, "Hey it's okay; we turned out alright in the end didn't we?" His words only caused Britain to hug him tighter.

Romano felt tears prick his eyes as he looked at what his brother had become. He picked Itamon up and hugged him as well, "I'm sorry fratello," he whispered.

Itamon hugged him back with a confused look, "It's alright; it's wasn't your fault," he reassured.

The other five Digitalia received the same reaction and were more than confused by it. They knew they nations cared about them, but they had never hugged them so affectionately before; did it have something to do with their missing memories?

Amerimon allowed Britain to hug for a little while longer until he twitched slightly. He wiggled out of Britain's grasp and looked towards a small forest, "What is it?" Britain asked worriedly.

Amerimon shrugged, "I think…it's…" he trailed off as he squinted. The sound of footsteps could be heard until France and a small bear-eared Digitalia emerged from the forest. Amerimon's eyes brightened, "It is! I knew I sensed Canamon!" he exclaimed.

"R-right…Canamon," Britain said quietly. France walked over to Britain who had just gotten to his feet as the two Digitalia began to talk excitedly. Britain looked at the Frenchman who was simply stared at Canamon and Amerimon, "I take it…you got your memories back," Britain said; it wasn't a question.

France sighed, "I just…I don't know what to think; I can't wrap my head around what happened to them…"

"Or if it even is them," Britain finished, "I don't want to say that those are really America and Canada, but…is it possible for them to be so…similar?"

"There's no way that's Feli…" Romano muttered as Itamon ran ahead happily. What else was he supposed to think?

Feli wasn't a kid.

Feli didn't dress like that.

Feli doesn't have cat ears and change into a god damn tiger!

But…whenever he looked at Itamon, he saw his brother. The similarities were too…well…it wasn't possible. But then again, nothing in his screwed up world made sense, so why should this?

"I think I can sense some of our friends this way!" Itamon shouted back towards the Italian with a wave.

"Alright Fe-, I mean Itamon." Romano responded, barely saving himself. He followed Itamon until they reached the base of the mountain where a blonde nation and small albino…oh god.

Romano had forgotten about the other Digitalia and was not prepared for this. Freaking Prussia was down there, as a kid with yellow wings! This wasn't going to be a smooth journey other than the fact that he was stuck with the potato lover.

"Hooray! Germany and Prussiamon!" Itamon exclaimed as he bounded towards them. Germany turned towards the voice and seemed even more stunned. He stared incredulously at Itamon causing the Digitalia to stop smiling, "What's wrong Germany?" Itamon asked innocently.

Romano took a deep breath and followed down, hoping that he would get used to this. He also hoped they would find an explanation for this.

Russia, China, and Austria walked slowly behind their Digitalia as they trailed ahead, looking for any signs of enemies or friends. They had landed quite near each other so it wasn't difficult for the Digitalia to sense them.

No one said a word as their facial expressions told all. What on earth happened to the real Hungary, Belarus and Japan? If that even was them walking in front of them. They just hoped that this would all make sense and fast; all this confusion was making their heads hurt.

Amerimon and Canamon stopped in their tracks on the path they walking down, with Britain and France close behind them. They were following a river that led to a mountain hoping they'd have some luck in finding their companions.

"What is it?" France asked.

The two small Digitalia concentrated harder until they broke into smiles, "I can sense Japamon!" Amerimon exclaimed.

"Hungamon and Belamon too!" Canamon added softly.

The two nations felt their insides twist slightly; they didn't think they were prepared to face three Digitalia. Amerimon noticed their distressed faces and frowned before calling out to them, "C'mon, they're just down this way!"

Britain and France snapped out of their daze and followed them down the river until six figures came into view. "There they are!" Canamon said happily as they met up.

"Hey, wait for us losers!"

Everyone turned to see Itamon and Prussiamon coming towards them followed by Romano and Germany.

"Great! We all made it!" Hungamon said happily.

"Everyone's safe!" Itamon chimed happily.

"Plus, we defeated Azelmon! How awesome is that?" Amerimon said, his brown wings flapping happily.

"Just as awesome as me, duh!" Prussiamon said.

"I'm glad we all made it in one piece my friends," Japamon added.

The nations said nothing, except stare at the group of Digitalia; no emotions readable on their faces. Belamon noticed this and looked at Russia, "What's wrong? Aren't you happy?" she asked.

"I'm afraid that will have to wait," a deep voice said before the nations could respond.

Everyone turned to see Oramon standing before them, robe and all, "I must express my gratitude for defeating Azelmon; thanks to your teamwork the Digital World is safe once again." He said. The Digitalia looked at each other happily before Oramon turned his attention to the nations, "But your journey is far from over; there is still the matter of getting you back to your world and finding those you seek."

The nations nodded silently causing the Digitalia to look at them, "You were looking for someone when you came here? That's what Azelmon made you forget?" Amerimon asked.

"Why would he steal that memory? It seems kind of pointless." Prussiamon pointed out.

"That answer will come to you soon enough," Oramon said, "But I'm certain now that the Champions have awakened within you, this leg of your journey will be much easier."

"The…Champions?" Britain asked, remembering that enormous burst of power the Digitalia used to defeat Azelmon.

Oramon nodded, "It is a power that very few Digitalia carry within them; it requires courage, strength, and the bond of a human partner," he explained, "Your Hetavices, as you recall, transfer your energy to your Digitalia enabling them to Hetavolve. But when a Digitalia is in its Ultimate form and the human partner gives even more energy, it unleashes true power that no one can match."

The nations stared at their Hetavices; they had caused their Digitalia to gain such power? Their raw belief and friendship alone was what triggered that huge explosion of energy?

"Now that the Champions within your Digitalia have awakened, it is only a matter of time before you reach the location of those you seek," Oramon said before looking at the nations, his blue eyes glinting with pity, "I know your memories are difficult to bear with all you went through, but it will all become clear in time." He said.

The nations looked at the small Digitalia, who looked at them with determination. "Where do we have to go?" Germany asked.

Oramon's glowing eyes bore into them, "You must travel to the origins of the Digital World. You must travel to the Digital Core."

I like keeping my cliffhanger streak alive as you can see! And I finally explained Champion mode to you so now the Digitalia have a trump card that never fails. Hopefully they won't be put in a situation where they have to use that again...

Originally, I was planning to have them travel separately for a while, but that would have taken forever! You guys just want to see how this ends right? You can tell the nations aren't looking forward to explaining the whole, 'you look and act just like and may even be our lost siblings!' deal. But we'll dwell on that later.

We'er almost done! We're finally gonna find out what happened to the seven nations who came here two years before! I love how cryptic you are Oramon; you're fun to write!

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