Chapter 8

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~Canada POV~

Once Prussia left I began to clean up the kitchen. I picked up all the pots and pans scattered when I was making pancakes. There also were some on the floor that I don't know how they got there.

I was finishing up the dishes when I heard small footsteps. I turned to see Kuma walking in holding his food dish. "Hungry." Kuma said in his high voice. "Ok Kuma let me give you some food." I grabbed some fish from the freezer and set it in his bowl for him. I walked into the living and sat down on the couch.

Even though I slept well last night, I was still strangely tired. I turned on the news to see if anything exciting was going on locally.

"International news: The country of Canada has been having a rapid increase of amnesia patients. Apparently very similar cases have been popping up with hockey incidents gone wrong. Hundreds of people have been sent to the hospital with memory problems. No one knows why the strange phenomenon is happening. Maybe it's just a coincidence, or maybe not. Who knows. Now to Tim with the weather." The news-lady said.

I stared at the screen and was listening to what the news said. Wow those are weird coincidences. Maybe that's how I have memories problems. Maybe there's a strange flu going through that causes memory problems.

I shut the news off not even caring to watch the weather. I knew it would just be cold and maybe some snow like usual. I wonder when Prussia will be back, he didn't tell me when I should expect him back. Oh well I guess I'll go clean upstairs.

I cleaned my room first, picking up all my dirty clothes and random other things. Then I moved on to the upstairs bathroom, which wasn't very dirty since I clean it often. Next I went into the guest bedroom where Gil was staying. Surprisingly the room wasn't a complete wreck. There was some clothes on the ground, but it wasn't too bad. I walked over to some clothes on the ground and scooped them up in my arms to bring to the laundry room.

I turned to leave the room when something caught the corner of my eye. Sitting on a little perch on the dresser was a small yellow bird. It looked so realistic almost as if it was real. I reached to touch it and-yowch- it pecked me. I did NOT expect that at all.

"Hello there little fella. Are you Gil's bird?"

It chirped as if saying yes. It was so cute. I didn't know that Gil had a pet. I never noticed it before.

Going back to leave the room with laundry in my arms now. I walked down the stairs to the first floor. I then kicked open the door to the laundry room. Placing the clothes in a basket on the floor, I turned on the washing machine to prepare for laundry. When the washer was full of water I began placing the clothes in. I picked up some shirts of mine along with Gil's and some pants and socks. I found some boxers with the words "I <3 Beer" on them. I blushed a deep red realizing they were Gil's.

Laundry was done. Check.Rooms were clean. Check.Fed Kuma. Check.Gil comes home. Not check.

I was starting to grow impatient that Gil wasn't home yet. He's been gone for a good 3 hours. A meeting shouldn't take that long. Unless he was lying to me. No he wouldn't lie to me. Would he?

I shook that thought out of my mind as I heard a car pull up outside. Not just one car, but two cars pulled up. I walked outside to see Gil and- Papa?

"Hey Birdie! I'm home! Did you miss me?" I gave Gil a warm smile. I did miss him. "Glad you're back. How was your meeting?" "It was fine. Nothing exciting."

"Bonjour mon petit Mathieu. Ça va?" (Hello my little Matthew. How are you?) I loved it when Papa spoke to me in French.

"Ça va très bien! Et vous?" (I'm very good. And you?) I responded in French to him.

"Bien merci." (Good thank you.)

Gil had such a confused look on his face. It made me laugh. "Hahaha Gil. Sorry you're confused." "Ja. I don't speak French. But that's ok Birdie. Kesesese."

"Let's all go inside." I led them both into the house. Papa sat on the recliner while I sat on the couch and Gil sat next to me. "So Mathieu, you remember moi?" "Oui I do Papa. It seems I only remember some people like you and Arthur. I think I only remember family. Because I also remember Alfred, but none of my friends."

I was glad to have Papa here it always made me happy. "Well Francis, do you think you could help get Birdie's memories back?" Gil looked up at Francis with pleading eyes. He really wanted to help me. "I think I know what could help. There's some old picture books of when Cana- I mean Mathieu was little and still a colony." Gil rushed over and placed a hand over Papa's mouth. "Uh, what he means is when you were younger. In your childhood years." Gil sent a glare at Francis who looked back with sorrowful eyes. I on the other hand was very confused. I'm just glad I can read people very well, since I'm never noticed I can study people and read them well.

~Prussia POV~

How could France be so stupid as to almost reveal Canada as a country. Mein gott he's such a dummkopf. Luckily being the awesome me, I played it off as if he was talking about Canada's childhood.

"I will go get those books now. They should be upstairs like usual." France got up and walked up the stairs. While he was up there I looked over at Birdie to try to see what he was thinking. He must've felt me staring because he looked back at me. His big violet eyes staring at me. I got lost just looking in them. Canada spoke up snapping me out of my thoughts. "I didn't know you had a pet bird. I saw him while cleaning earlier." "Oh ja. That's Gilbird. Gilbird hierher kommen!" (Gilbird come here.)

I knew Gilbird would come just by me calling him. Next thing I knew he was on my head. "Wow he came right to you!" Canada had wide eyes and was looking right at Gilbird. "Ja. He listens to me. He's awesome, but not as awesome as me. Still awesome though."

"I found them!!!" France called running down the stairs. He raced to the couch where me and Canada were sitting and jumped right over it sitting tightly in between me and Canada. I scowled at him for being so close to us. "Aw now don't give me that look Gil. I know you like the close contact. Ohonhonhon." I punched him in the arm for that. "Ow. That wasn't necessary. But whatever here let's just look."

France flipped open the picture book to old pictures of Canada and war documents. "Anything coming back to you yet Birdie?" "Nothing yet, but how come I look the same in this picture as I do now? I barely even aged." I froze, looked at France who was looking at me. "Um well you see-" I honestly had no idea how to make an excuse for this. "I thought by now he would've had his memory back so we wouldn't have to explain this." France said.

Canada looked at me with confusion in his eyes. I couldn't help but feel bad that he couldn't remember.

"Should we tell him Francis?""Oui, I think we should.""But what about what Arthur said?""I know Angleterre's (England) intentions are good, but we have to at least try to convince him." "Ja. You're right."

I sighed knowing this wasn't going to be fun. I mean, how would you react if you were told you represented the country of Canada.

"Ok now Birdie. Have an open mind when I tell you this." I took a deep breath. "You represent a country. Canada to be exact. And you were hit by the person who represents the country of Russia. I also was hit, but didn't lose my memory. You on the other hand lost partial memory as you know. Sadly that meant you lost all knowledge of being a country and of the other countries. That's why I called you Canada when you first woke up." It was good to get that all off my chest.

Canada just looked at me for a while before saying anything. "I believe you."

I looked up in shock. "So you remember?!?"

"No, but you wouldn't make up a lie like that." I smiled, he trusted me.

"Does that mean you are countries too? Wait let me guess. Hmm well Papa I can guess you're France. Oh that makes so much sense. You're my Papa AND you're France. And I'm Canada, that's why you said colony earlier. Ok makes sense."

"What about me Birdie. What country do you think I am?" I knew he wouldn't guess Prussia because it's technically not a country anymore. He probably will guess Germany sadly.

"Well you definitely have a strong German accent, but it is different sounding from a regular German accent." Wow he's very observant. "It sounds like an older type of German accent. But you must be Germany, or at least a German country. Maybe Austria?"

I gaped when he said Austria. There's no way he can compare me to that stuck-up piano player. "WHAT?!? Austria!?!! How could you- I mean- I don't- ugh. No I'm not Austria. Please don't compare me to that stuck up son of a bitch."

"Oh, sorry Gil. Hmm if you hate Austria then you must be... Umm. Well Prussia had a huge war with Austria back when it was a strong country. But it isn't a country anymore." I felt so heart broken to hear Birdie say that. But it is true. I shouldn't be here, I should've died. The only reason I'm still here is because of the mistakes my bruder made in WWII. All of the people that died during then, I am here because of their memories. As long as that's not forgotten, I am still here.

I single tear slipped down my face thinking back to what my bruder did. Canada must've noticed this and got up and knelt in front of me. He quietly spoke, "I'm sorry Gil. I didn't mean to hurt you. You must be Prussia. I knew you were different from a regular German accent. Please don't cry. I wish I could remember, I really do. Just please forgive me for forgetting." He wiped the tear that was going down my cheek making me look up at him. "It's ok Birdie. No need to apologize. I'm just glad you openly accepted what I told you."

"Well this was a touching moment. It's good you believed us Canada. Maybe we can try to find another way to get your memory back." France snapped us out of our moment.

Both Canada and I got up. I looked outside and realized it was already dark. "It's getting late" I thought out loud. "Papa would you like to stay the night? It's late. You can sleep in my bed and I can take the couch. I don't mind. You're my guest after all." I looked over at Canada when he said this. He's so nice and sweet! Letting France sleep in his bed was very nice of him.

"Oh non. I couldn't let you sleep on the couch mon cher (my dear). Come, you can sleep with me." France gave a perverted smile towards Canada. I knew what France was thinking. I've been friends with him too long. He's not the leader of the bad touch trio for nothing. I hopped right up to Canada. "Oh nope you don't Francey-pants. Canada is not sleeping with you. You'd probably scar him for life." I picked Canada up bridal style and walked up the stairs away from France. "Ohonhonhon ok fine you have him. I'm off to bed. Bon nuit. (Good night) France yelled up the stairs.

France is such a perv. There's no way I'd let mein Birdie sleep with him. Oh crap that means he's going to be sleeping with me. I didn't think this through. I placed Canada on the bed and all the blood rushed to my face realizing what I've done. I was blushing so hard I swear I probably looked like one of Spain's tomatoes.

"Uh Gil, are you ok? Your face is all red." "J-ja. I'm fine. Let's go to sleep ok? You can have that side of the bed and I'll have this side." I pointed to the right side where I'd sleep.

Keep calm Prussia. It's just Canada. Why are you acting like this. Calm. Down.

I crawled into bed and under the covers and then felt the bed move when Canada slipped under the covers. I turned to the side so my back was to him and blushed madly knowing he was in bed with me.

"Good night Prussia.""Guten nacht Canada."

I stared at the wall for a while and then felt something touch my back. It was Canada. He was curled up with his head in my back breathing lightly. He looked so cute. A rolled over so that his head was up against my chest. I listen to his steady breathing before slowly fading off to sleep.__________________________

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