It was like walking into a room and forgetting why did you come in the first place.

Canada was facing a problem. A strange face keeps popping in his head but he have no idea who this person is.

"Who are you" he said to himself staring at the ceiling of his bedroom. It's strange, Canada is very proud of his great memory but not being able to remember that one person make him really frustrated. Canada can remember the person face, for some reason the face is craved in his heart. But the name. He cannot figure out that person's name.

He knows that the person look similar to him, a bit shorter. He know the person like to wear a bomber jacket and sometime wear his military uniform or a white t-shirt with jeans underneath. Canada also recall that the person had blue eyes that look like the sky, he once thought he saw little stars in them. He also remember that he had a darker shade of brown than him and had square glasses and a strange cowlick .

He wonder what would that person think if he find out that Canada can't remember him. Maybe he'll feel sad . Canada feel that the person had a very close relationship with him. So if Canada forgot about him, most likely that person would laugh, 'why would you forget about me?' He would say.

Now that Canada think about it . Would he ever see the person again?

He sigh, no matter how hard he tried he can't remember. It can't be help.

The next day Canada was eating a donut , when he put one over his eyes. "You know?" He said outloud. "I think my memory of you is just like this donut hole . I have small pieces that goes around in a circle but when it come to the most important part. The middle. It's always empty. There's always a hole.

"Canada! Come on let's play ball !"

"Aww don't be all upset it's just a game !"

Canada put down his food and stood up leaving the half eatten donut on the plate. He walked over to the couch and threw himself on the soft cushion.

Ah !" He yelled out to nobody"This is not making me calm at all, why is this so hard..why can't I remember. "

"Canada, it's our birthday let's do something! "

"Did I do something wrong? Why is England looking at me like that?"

What if that person is not real? What if it was just a fragment of his imagination. No that can't be right. That guy.....without that guy he feel empty . A person his brain made up couldn't hold that much place in his heart.

But why can't he remember that person?

Canada buried his head in his hand. "He's a nation yes..."

"Canada?"

"He...I think he used to be the personification before South Canada."

"I'm dying aren't I?"

"What was his name again?"

"I should act like a hero but, I can't laugh..I'm too scared."

"The..The United states of..of what?"

"Hehe.. I'm sorry I'm a horrible brother... I won't be mad if you kill me now but promise me this.."

A tear slide down Canada's face. "How ...how could I have forgotten about my twin brother..I'm sorry."

"Promise to be the hero ok? And take care of England and France. I hope we can meet again soon...I love you."

"I'm sorry America...I'm sorry."