I know that this chapter came way way way way late. sorry. ;u; BUT. I got the chapter out. It's really short, though. Happy Reading~

'Ah, what is this coldness? This recognition of bitter, wet snow? I don't remember if I was born into the world like this... like this fresh snow. Maybe I was rained down on where I came from? ….. Perhaps I'm imaginative. But this place feels familiar. It looks so familiar to me... a place of my birth... It's my own place. I know it. The lovely, dull, gray light, and the frosted white tips of trees. The stone pathways are familiar too. I...don't know why...'I thought, looking around curiously. The wind blew crisp cold against my face, and numbed my nose. I looked at my hands with a strange feeling of belonging. This place felt welcoming, despite the very low temperature. My breath made clear, bubbles of frost in front of my very cold face, leaving me to think that it was probably early-middle winter. Winter. Ah. How I remember loving the frost, but not being able to feel that same way, when I was at home. Where was home anyways? I don't remember... I cracked my knuckles and blinked in the drowning gray light that I loved so much. There were gasps from a person next to me. There was a flash, and in a second, I looked back down at myself.

'Was I always this tall? How old was I before? I don't remember. I look... like I'm twenty something. Was I always this old, I don't remember.' I blinked in even more, and moved my stiff ankles until they popped, and turned around, only to meet a pair of sparkling green eyes, which were strikingly close to me. With all the voice I could muster up, I whispered "What are you doing here."

He looks so familiar as well. As if he had been a part of my memories. The ones that I couldn't just seem to remember. But It was only just the eyes...

"What do you mean?" He asked.

Ah, there it is. I recognized it. He was speaking Spanish? Why do I understand it so well? Perhaps I speak spanish too? I closed my eyes for a split second, but still saw that lovely color of green. But this time, it was together with the colors of red and white. Italian. Yes, that's it. I speak Italian. He must know Italian as well, if he can understand me. My chest throbbed painfully, and I bit my lip, taking a small step away from the man in front of me. This place- It makes me feel like I have some sort of possession to it. Like... It's mine. And I don't want anyone to intrude, or take it away. It feels important to me, and I don't understand why. Did he feel the same way? I shouldn't even ask. I could feel the tension on my face relax and create a blank, monotonous stare towards him. "I asked why you were here."

When he raised his eyebrows, oblivious, at me, I knew that my eyes must have narrowed slightly. He looked back at me innocently and ran a hand through his curly, brown hair. "I...I really don't know." He replied back. I hinted a teeny tiny lisp from him. It was that, or just the difference in language. I shrugged and folded my arms. I took a step forward, as if to turn away, and head back to wherever I was, but his hand rested on my shoulder. I turned around sharply, on instinct, and with a scowl on my face. "Hey, you look really familiar. Have we met before?"

I tilted my head and narrowed my eyes at him. He wasn't joking. Or at least, he didn't seem to be joking. I scoffed and folded my arms. I shrugged, and turned around, beginning to walk onto what seemed like a gleaming pathway of arches. I held my arms closer together, and felt the wind pass through my jacket. He shuffled his way in front of me and said quickly "No, really, we've met before."

I shoved him out of the way, and kept walking, mumbling "Spain, just get out of my fucking way for once."

'Wait.'

I turned around sharply to see the man staring at me with wide, green eyes. "You called me Spain."

'God dammit, he noticed.'

"Y-yeah. Sorry. Impulse."

"No, don't apologize. I think... I think that's my name."

"It's not your name, unless you so happen to be a country, you idiot."

'Fuck, there's that feeling again.'I thought, hearing the sky rumble with thunder. "But Roma, you can't just ignore it all like that." He said. I glared at him, and he covered his mouth. He looked just as confused as I was. "...What was that?" he asked me. I took a step back, and shrugged, looking at him with terrified eyes. He looked just as scared as I did.

"How the hell do you think I know?!" I asked, before a sharp pain shot through me. I opened my eyes and blinked rapidly.

There's so much blood. There are sounds of gunshots. There are splatters of blood, and torn flags. There are colors of bright pastel, and there are dresses of extreme vintage. There are masks and gondolas, and there are sounds of music playing again and again. There are glass vases, there are walls engraved with Latin words. There is a similar face, leaving with a brown haired stranger. There is an image of fire, and a blonde haired boy. There is raging and rushing waters, then there is ash. There is more blood and screaming, then there is him. I know it's him.

I recognize those pretty green eyes.

I blinked again, holding my head as if I were going crazy. I can see him again. He's looking at me with that same expression. "Spain." I mumble. Yes, It's him. I know it's him. I feel a special connection to him. What were all those images? I breathed shakily. 'Why do I even bother asking. I know what it is anyways. It's my history. It's history, and it is part of me. And he is too.' I took a few steps towards him. "Spain, what are we doing here?" I asked, tilting my head. I stepped closer on actions that seems like I was being...controlled. I repeated the question easily, as the question rolled off my tongue yet again. "What are we doing here? Shouldn't we be back home?" I asked. 'I'm feeling so emotional. I have a strong connection to him, and my heart makes me feel like it's true. He's Spain, after all. Why wouldn't I love him?'

'God dammit, those aren't my thoughts!'

I argued with myself. Suddenly I felt warm arms wrap around me. "Roma. Roma, we're back again! We're back again!" he said.

The Roma inside me began screaming "Yes! Yes, we're back!"

But I'm not Roma, am I?

Or is Roma and I one person?

Roma made her way through to my voice and said "Yes! Dear god, yes, we are." And she made me hug him back. I could feel myself slipping on the inside. I could feel my soul beginning to slip away. Like whoever this 'Roma' was, was beginning to steal my mind and leave me for dead. Tears ran down my face. I can feel it! I can feel the terror of it all! I can feel myself slipping, and I can see as the images blur further and further away from me. I drank in the horror, and screamed in my head. "How did we get back? I don't remember anything." I said. The words came out in my voice, but acted on its own. They acted as if they weren't mine. I blinked again, and found that the blurriness disappeared. It just left me with such crystal clear images. 'It's so fresh. Like the snow. There's so much snow... This makes me feel nostalgic. And I'm not entirely sure why.'I thought, releasing my grip on the familiar stranger. He had his hands on my shoulders, and looked at me with such a joyful smile.

"I don't know. But at least we're back." He said. He looked so happy. So glad... Why don't I want to change that?

'As Nations, we have to be strong. We can't be so emotional as we are now... That's not how it works. that's not how we get very far. I can't let this run my life. I won't be able to do it. Or else we'll crumble.' I looked at the ground. "Just like last time..." I whispered.

Wait.

I look a step back, and scrunched my nose. "What the hell was all that?! Nations? We're not nations! We're people for fucks sake!" I said. This confusion is going to kill me! Why would I ever think that we were nations? 'Roma' Isn't even the name of a country. I put my hands on my head. I'm crying. Am I crying out of joy? I have so many questions. I looked towards the darkened, gray sky. I blink away the tears, and hug my jacket just a little bit closer. I must've looked stupid, staring in awe at the figures in the clouds. "Oh..." I whispered, as Spain began to look upwards as well. "I see it now." I mumbled. The figure was so beautiful. But I'm sure that we both saw it differently. The snow began to fall again, and it messed with the image. The figure didn't change, though. It just...blurred. Like my vision had. Maybe it would become crystal clear again.

Who knew what everyone else saw. But I think I saw a little piece of heaven, today. That's good enough of a sign for me. It might've been the whole reason I'm here. Hell, I'm positive it is, now. I glanced over at Antonio. He looked like he was thinking the same thing as I was. I know who I am now.

I am Lovina Vargas. And I am also Roma.