"Were you crying?"

"N-nein!" I look away from her.

"Oh, Prussia... Are you alright?"

"Of course I am!" I snort. "Of course."

Hungary tilts her head. "Are you feeling well?"

"Hmm?"

"Russia told me you were over here... and you've, um..." she swirls a strand of brown hair around her index finger. "You had maybe lost some memories or something?"

"Not really," I say. "But I'm going home now."

"Do you know where that is?"

I nod. Weirdly enough, I do know where my house is here. And it's not in West's basement. "Ja. I can get home from here, I think."

"Do you want me to come with you?" she asks.

"Sure," I mutter, deflated. Maybe I can get a real history lesson from her instead trying to make sense of what a pissed-off American and the evasive Russian say.

"I'm going to make you some potatoes and wurst, oh?" Hungary says, reaching into my cabinets. I sit at the kitchen table. "Ja, knock yourself out."

"So, what happened?" Hungary asks.

"Oh... you know, this and that," I reply, taking a sip of beer so I won't have to talk.

"Nonsense!" she exclaims, and I can see a tiny spark of the old Hungary rising to the surface, removing the layer of sweetness and kindness for just a moment. "Tell me what happened."

I raise both my hands. "Look, I don't know how to explain. And if I did, you wouldn't believe me. The awesome me has no time to humor people who won't even listen to me."

"But I will listen." Hungary turns away from the potatoes and puts her hands on her hips. "And I'll try my hardest to believe you. So go ahead!"

"Fine," I say. "In 1939, World War Two..."

I had explained everything to Hungary and I had climbed up to bed, offering to let her stay in one of the guest rooms. She said okay, and I hear the shower running in the other room.

This time when I dream, I'm in the field again.

The sky is still a gray color, on the brink of rain, but the air is cool and soothing. I let the breeze ripple through my hair.

"Prußen."

"Deutschland...?" I turn, knowing it will be Germany. But before I can see his face, I wake up.

"Dammit!" I yell in anger. Hungary comes running. "Are you okay?"

"I'm. Fine." I bury my face in the pillow.

I know Hungary is staring at me, so I roll over, get up, and start to brush my teeth. "Shtop l'king at me like th't," I mumble.

"Like what?"

"Like that," I say, narrowing my eyes. "Like you think I shoud be sent to a mental hospital."

"Oh no," she says, "I don't think that. I'm just a little confused on what you said yesterday."

"You don't believe me," I say.

She shakes her head. "No, I do."

I blink. "You do?"

"I do." She sits on the edge of my bed, watching as I comb through my hair in the bathroom. "I just... I don't know how it's possible for the two worlds to exist at once. This world, and the world you were in."

"I don't know if it's real or not," I say.

"If what's real or not?"

"I don't know, you see, that's the problem." I sigh. "I should probably be getting back to Russia by now."

"Hey, Prussia?" Her voice is unusually sweet, and she's grinning.

"Hmm?"

"Can I say something I wouldn't usually say? I mean, it would be something that the Hungary you know would say. But I really do think it myself, too!"

"Sure." She's confusing.

She smiles so wide I can see all of her teeth. "Prussia, you're a bastard."

Ahh, there's the Hungary I know.

I smile back. "Bitch."

And we both laugh.

We're standing in one of the Prussian airports, Hungary agreeing to tag along with me and help out some.

"Where should we go?"

She frowns, tapping a silver-nail-polish tipped finger against her chin. "Japan."

"Japan?" I ask, slightly surprised. "Why? I was thinking I'd just half-ass it back to Moscow"-

"Today," she says simply.

"What?"

"Today is the World Meeting, and I think it's in Japan, so we should go there."

"The World Meeting," I repeat slowly. "Mein Gott, no. No."

"You have to," she says. "I actually think that's why America went to Moscow- so he and Russia could have their little business meeting and then go to Japan together."

"Who cares. But I don't want to go."

"Why not?" she asks. "There's a plane leaving in the perfect time. We should go."

"I'll have to see everyone," I say.

"Oh."

"I don't want to go."

"Man up!" Hungary insists, asking for two tickets to the Kansai International Airport.

"Think about what you are doing!" I exclaim, wondering if I can ask for a refund or just have them take back the tickets.

Hungary winks and taps her head. "I am. And what I know is, I'm more of a man than you'll ever be." She holds out her hand to me, taking the tickets with the other. "Coming, Prussia?"

I sigh and we start walking.