The man smiled wide as I continued to stare at him. Out of nowhere, he pulled me close and strangled me in a hug. "BELLA~! IT REALLY IS YOU~! Fratello will be SO happy~!"

"Get off me!" I exclaimed, pushing the personification away from me. "What are you talking about?! If you're the personification of Italy, then I have to say that you are MUCH different from what I thought!"

Italy continued to smile and hug my arm since I pushed him off my body. "Stubborn as always, _~"

That caught my attention as I turned to him. "How do you know my name?"

He simply smiled, a little more confused and deflated slightly. "You act like you don't even know me. It's your Zio Feliciano~!"

"...Zio...wha?"

Suddenly, Feliciano was ripped from me. "FELICIANO! Why are you harassing this frauline?!" yelled a heavily German accented, deep voice.

"Please Ludwig! It's _~!" he croaked in response.

The new man then looked down at me with cold blue eyes. To put plainly, he was big. His shoulders were broad, his arms had a larger circumference than my head most likely, he had no neck, no fat; all muscle. His face was also square and his short, slicked back hair was a bright, yellow blond. When the German's eyes fell on me, even his fairly small eyes went wide before he shook his head and harshly whispered to Feliciano, "Do you remember what I told you that Francis said?" he asked. "I heard him say that he 'lied to the Vargas girl', meaning _. Now, why would it matter if she was lied to by the Allies?" Feliciano only shrugged. "Unless there's more than that. I didn't understand what was going on when I first heard Francis say that, but I think she was tricked into something or perhaps found in an accident, or something like that. Either way, she appears to have something wrong with her memory since she didn't recognize you."

Feliciano then smiled wide. "Then Lovi can jog her memory~!"

Ludwig shook the poor Italian in response. "Are you crazy?! If Lovino finds her, and hears that she doesn't know him, it'll break his heart!"

"...I'm right here, you know..." I huffed. "And who is Lovino? Should I know him?"

The Italian man started to cry. "...He's your papa. Surely you remember~" he stated.

I shook my head. "...My father is-" I then remembered how horrified my father was when I mentioned the other countries. "...isn't even from here." I stated.

The German was the one to deny my statement. "Your vater IS from this country!" he exclaimed. "He's worried sick, quite literally!"

"Si!" Feliciano jumped in. "Lovi even started puking up the pasta I made for him! And, he's getting a fever! You have to come home, bella!"

"...I'm sorry. You must have me mixed for someone else. You know what they say, everyone has a twin." I then started to back away. "I should get back home. My father is fairly strict with curfew, and it's way past mine. I also have to cross national borders, so," I shook both of their hands. "it was a pleasure to meet both of you, Ludwig, Feliciano, I wish you luck in your search for...whoever you were looking for."

Before Feliciano could fight back, Ludwig nodded. "I understand. I'll be more than happy to take you home myself as an apology for the mix-up."

I shook my head. "No thank you. You don't have to go to all that trouble."

"It'll be no trouble at all." he insisted. "It's just a hop, skip, and leap."

I thought for a moment. My father didn't want the other countries to know that I was related to him, meaning there shouldn't be any harm in it as long as Feliciano didn't come, him being the personification of Italy, and Ludwig being a normal guy as far as I knew. "…If you insist." I stated, following Ludwig after he shunned Feliciano away.

The trip back home was fairly awkward and silent until he asked for my address and what nationality I lived in. When I told him, there was a glare in his eye before he pulled up my driveway. "Thank you."

"...Any time, frauline..." he stated distantly as I left the car. The moment the car door shut, the black car was pulling out and speeding in the distance.

When I made it up the stairs, I peeked in my father's office, where the blonde remained exactly how I left him on his desk. I couldn't help but think back on what Feliciano and Ludwig had said as I continued to my room for much needed, though unwelcoming sleep. When I arrived in Italy. They were talking about some Lovino-guy's lost daughter. When I set out to return their 'lost treasure', I thought it was a valuable object, like some weapon or an heirloom. I never would've guessed that the treasure was a person. Still, I couldn't think of who the person was, which bothered me because of how familiar both the strange men were of me.

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Ludwig drove back home in deep thought. His thought kept him working on auto-pilot, oblivious to his surroundings until Gilbert smacked the blonde upside his head. "DON'T IGNORE ME!"

"...What?" the young brother asked.

The albino huffed and crossed his arms. "You heard me! Don't ignore me! You know I HATE being ignored!" he exclaimed. "Did you find _, or nien?!" he asked. "I'm going to stop by the Vargas place tomorrow with Toni, and I gotta know what to tell Unawesome Piss Mouth!"

The ice blue eyes directed to the floor. "...You have to promise not to tell Lovino." he stated confusing the Prussian. "This would break his heart." When Gilbert nodded with a new seriousness in his face, the younger brother sighed. "..._ is...she doesn't believe she's Lovino's daughter."

Gilbert tried to comprehend what the information presented, but he still didn't understand. "...What do you mean?" he asked. "_ is Lovi's kid, and nothing can change that."

"Biologically, ja." Ludwig added. "However, she's convinced that Arthur is her vater. Earlier tonight, she came to Feliciano and I, going on about the Personification of Italy, and she never recognized us. It was as if we were strangers to her, she probably thought that we were some drug users or with some sort of mental disability."

The older brother sat on the couch, trying to process everything. "...You're right...if Lovi saw her and she didn't recognize him...his heart would be busted…" The Prussian then got an idea. "I'll spread the word to Toni and Frenchy!" he exclaimed. "The three of us will tell her what's what! We'll set things right!"

"That's the thing." Ludwig interrupted. "Not only is Francis an ally with Arthur, but he's also how I came to know all this." he explained. "I overheard him while you were all drunk."

The red eyed brother crossed his arms. "Frenchy really had the nerve to spill his guts right in front of us?" he then thought for a moment, clutching his chin in his pale hand. "...Though...he was really depressed when it wasn't normal for him…" As his brain started to make sense of his young brother's logic and what he was implying, Gilbert ran his hands through his short white hair and growled. "The three of us are best friends! Why does he have to do that to us?!"

Ludwig shrugged. "I don't know." he answered. "What I do know is that we have to find some way to get her back where she belongs, back to her true vater."

"Ja, obviously." Gilbert sighed, finally sitting down and propping one leg up on his knee as he bit his lip. "Question is...how?" After some thought, he mumbled, "I could tell Toni and we can make Frenchy talk...but that might put a damper on our friendship...I could go up to Eyebrows' house and take her, then force her to accept what's what!"

The younger brother smacked his head. "Why is it all your ideas are so violent?" he asked. "If anyone needs to be commanded, then it should be Arthur. He seems to be the only one she'd trust." An idea then sparked in his mind. "...That's where your violent ideas and my torturous ideas come together..."

Feliciano dragged himself home in a new state of depression. "Where've you been, you bastard?!" Lovino shouted from the kitchen. "You've better know something about _ and where she is!"

The younger of the two grew worry and ran in the kitchen upon seeing the black and dark grey smoke rise from the kitchen doorway and filling the house. "Lovi! What are you doing?!"

"What's it look like, bastard?" he huffed as Feliciano turned off the fire and opened the doors and windows before he fanned the pot clear of smoke. "I'm making the best pizza for _ to eat and enjoy when she walks through that door." he answered. "I doubt she'd get many of the meals we cook at home from wherever she's at."

Feli took another look in the pot. The gew inside was black and bubbly, much like how the redhead imagined a witches brew. "...This was a pizza?" he asked.

The older brother grew a dark look in his eye as he radiated an aura that, as far as Feliciano knew, only Ivan had mastered. "Is there something wrong with my food?" he growled in an almost inhuman growl.

The poor young Italian gulped as he backed away as far from his brother as he could. "O-of course not!" he stuttered. "There is absolutely nothing wrong~ You're the best pizza cooker I know~ No one makes pizza quite like you~" he chuckled nervously.

Lovino sighed and rubbed his eyes, his newly discovered Russia Aura disappeared. "Whatever bastard." he huffed. "Did you, or did you not find _?" he asked. "And, if you did find her, why is she not with you?"

"I-" The younger brother mulled over in his mind what Ludwig told him. He already made his brother suffer by not being there when his niece initially ran away, then he sparked hope for the brunette. The last thing Feli wanted was to crush the spirit again. Still, would it hurt Lovino more if he knew where _ was and couldn't reach her, or if he didn't know at all?