((So so sorry about the long wait. Long story short, I've been busy, I just moved back to my hometown, and my aunt and uncle are visiting for the week. I'm only going to be updating this story until it's finished because of my being busy- after that I'll probably work mostly on "Lost in my Dreams" and then go from there. Again, I'm really sorry))

Gilbert had gone to bed early in one of America's guestrooms because of a headache- likely caused by the memory spell. Setting the whole "Ian, 2ps taking over the world" thing for a while, they discussed what to do about Gilbert.

"He needs his memories back; he needs to become a nation again!" America said wholeheartedly.

"That much is obvious, America. But how?" England said.

"He gets terrible headaches vhenever I try to bring nations up- vorse than the occasional ones he gets just as a side-effect," Germany said.

"Per'aps we can bring it to him slowly, feeding 'im one fact at a time?" France offered.

"That is true. We don't need to bring nations into it just yet," Japan agreed.

"So we start by reintroducing ourselves to him, right?" America asked.

"Yes. And then we should we move on to reminding him of who he is. His personality is very off," England said.

"Isn't that just a side-effect of the sperr?" Japan asked.

"Part of it is just a side-effect, part of it is because his memories were changed, and part of it is him not being well. He'll heal naturally, and the side-effects will wear off, but he will still need a bit of nudging before he's completely back to normal- or at least, personality-wise," England explained.

"What can we do about his nationhood?" America asked.

"I don't know… Nations can become human, but…" England started,

"'umans becoming nations is un'eard of," France finished.

"I'm sure we'rr find a way. Igirisu has his magic, if nothing erse he courd try experimenting with that…" Japan offered.

"I'm not sure it really matters…" Germany said darkly. The other nations stared at him in shock. "Vhat I mean is... I don't think it really matters is a nation or not. I really just vant him to be alright."

"You realize that if he stays human, he could- I mean eventually he'll-"

"I know," Germany sighed, "But really the only reason he vas still a nation for so long vas because of me. Othervise he would have become human and… died a long time ago…"

"But is that-a really a bad thing? For him to be alive, I mean," Italy asked.

"No… I don't know, maybe. I mean… Ve're practically immortal as it is, should ve really go around trying to extend our natural lives?"

"I suppose you're right, however that doesn't mean we won't try," England said, "If we can, we'll bring Prussia back to being a nation. If not, then I guess we'll leave things as they are."

Everyone more or less agreed with England and they agreed to- at the very least- try.

Gilbert awoke in a bit of a mood. His headache wasn't quite gone, yet Ludwig insisted on doing a drill on everyone's names. He remembered Alfred and Ivan, but he wasn't too sure of the others- even though he was sure they had introduced themselves at some point.

He of course remembered Feliciano without being prompted- and he remembered his twin brother's name was Lovino. He found it rather silly when Ludwig asked if he remembered his own name.

"It's not like I'm a mental patient or anything…" Gilbert had muttered. Ludwig had heard, but chose not to say anything about it. "What, am I wrong? You didn't kidnap me from a hospital or something, did you, Ludwig?"

Germany cringed at his human name. It seemed so formal for Gilbert to be calling him that instead of "West" or at the very least "mein slightly-less-awesome-than-me little bruder."

"No, I didn't steal you from a mental hospital or anything like that. I'm just vorried about you."

And with that, Germany left his brother to continue studying everyone's names like his life depended on it… Or at least studying them… More like looking at them briefly before getting bored and making little finger puppets of everyone.

Gilbert stared at the little puppets- especially the one he had made of Ivan. He didn't trust him. He knew that Ivan had said it had been his brother- not him- that had kidnapped him, but he couldn't quite believe it for some reason.

He remembered being kidnapped. He remembered being tied up and tortured. The memories were a bit fuzzy, but he remembered. And he remembered it being Ivan. Bluish-purple eyes, the same hair, the same scarf- everything.

He narrowed his eyes at the puppet before knocking it down with his finger half-heartedly. The others also seemed wary of Ivan, right? He noticed yesterday how some of them tensed up just the slightest when he came nearby. He noticed the quick frequent glances in his direction. They were wary of him, Gilbert was sure of it!

He sighed. There wasn't really anything he could do about Ivan. There was no way to prove that it had been Ivan that had kidnapped him, and unless he did something else soon, Ivan was a free man.

All this thinking was making Gilbert's headache worse. Since Ludwig wasn't watching, Gilbert quickly decided it was time to take some Tylenol and go back to sleep.