"Do you remember?" Italy asked, looking at Germany from across the table. "What it was like to be a kid I mean."
Germany frowned, looking out the café's window and watching people scurry by in hurry of the day ahead. He had only come to breakfast with Italy because he was in town for the world meeting in Venice. Everyone- in fact- was here, eating and making small talk with each other. Italy, Romano, America, France, Germany and Prussia were all sitting at the table nearest the window. While they waited for their meal, they talked about this and that, which had somehow lead up to talking about their childhoods.
They had actually learned a lot about each other, and it was rather nice. Alfred didn't remember too much about England, just the important things, but the starter time he had when he migrated to his lands was brutal. Japan spent a lot of his childhood alone. Italy was thrown from home-to-home a lot, and Romano was in the same boat. Many things were learned.
"Ahh, Nein. I mean- no. Not really." Germany said, looking back to his companions at the table. "I mean- I have little flashbacks, but I don't really remember much before I lived with Prussia."
"Really? Dude, that's weird. D'ya think you have short term memory or somthin?" America asked, sipping at the Italian soda that he had ordered right away. "I mean- did somthin' happen for you to forget? Like a head trauma or the like." Germany cringed at the slight southern American drawl that always showed heavily in America's speech in the early morning. It always took him a moment or two extra to figure out what he was saying.
"Not that I remember." Germany shook his head. "I don't know anything."
"Maybe my awesomeness wiped away all your unawesome memories." Prussia laughed, slapping his brother on the shoulder.
"Ja- that must be it." Germany said sarcastically.
He never noticed the strange look in his brother's eyes.