The meeting had started a while ago and already he was tired. Usually, he would yell and play the persona he's adopted for years, but today was not his day. First, he ran out of his coffee, he lost his car keys and had to walk in the rain without an umbrella—good thing he has extra clothes in his bag—for a mile, and now the usual degrading of his self worth and esteem.

"Yo, Mattie." Next to him sat a similar blond-haired light-eyed North American. His hair was just below his ears and ever so slightly brushed against his neck when he turned his head, and the signature long curl that protruded from his hairline. "What time does the meeting end?"

"In, like...30 minutes?" He looked at his watch.

"Ugh, I wanna go home!"

"Home as in house or home?"

"The latter."

Nodding his head, Canada laid his head against his arms. Falling asleep for just a short while. America decided to take a page out of his brothers' book and tried to regain the little sleep he has by leaning on his hand. Unluckily, he was seen by all. Something he wished that he inherited from his mother, the silent and deadly skill that his brother got.

Man, how lucky he thinks Canada is. Not in the spotlight and judged by all. Invisible to the eye and protected from comments that break you ever so slightly till you break down. And how he wishes that he could change himself to feel better, to feel loved, but he can't.

"Alright everyone," The muscular blond at the head of the table spoke. "Since ve actually did some stuff today, I guess ve could end zhe meeting early."

Cheers were exclaimed by almost everyone, and America let out some of his own. He planned a three-day vacation to relax and catch up of sleep that he desperately needs. The president has sent him on missions and piles of work for the past month but he has no idea why.

"Alfred, you Okay?" Someone asks. Alfred didn't know who spoke, his mind was blurry and he couldn't focus. It seems as if time was moving fast to him, and maybe he got up from his chair to fast. "Huh?"

"America, you don't-a look so good." A higher-pitched voice asked once again and his vision went black.

"America!" Some people exclaimed, worried and wondering what had happened to the loud American. "You ok? Hello?"

"Is he sick? A fever?" France had asked the platinum blond man who was checking to see if he was alright.

"He's breathing and alive, just unconscious." England sighed in relief. A bit of worry had laced its way to his mind. "And there slight traces of magic on him."

Many people confused. How could something that doesn't exist effect someone like him, someone who doesn't believe in the supernatural. But the people who could wield the sacred art agreed that what had latched to him was done on purpose. The spell was ancient, old and unused magic that many thought to have faded.

As soon as England spoke the words of what had caused it, his unconscious body began to disappear. Panicked, his family yelled and began to search for him the room. "Where'd he go?" The other countries aided the group of blonds that searched the building.

"What the—?!" China screamed as his body began to fade. "Hel—" he disappeared. People screamed and stood shell shocked. The oldest nation had vanished before their eyes and they had no idea why.

"Germany! Fratello!" Italy called to them. His eyes open wide and small in the white sclera. Eyes to the disappearance of hands and in a few seconds, nothing. Many were spared, but some, unfortunately, weren't. People who've had an impact on the unconscious nation; people like Canada, England, France, Italy, Germany, Prussia, Japan, Russia, China, Spain, South Italy, and the Nordic Five were the only ones who were taken.

The countries who still remained in the meeting room had no idea what was happening. All of them worried that they had faded forever, that their countries had perished simultaneously, and feared for their own lives. Austria was the first to speak after their family and friends fading, "First, let's talk to their leaders, see if their countries are still alright. Then we find a way to get them back."

They listened. No one wanted to speak against him because he is, so far, the only one who can lead them away from the chaos they create.

"Hello?"

"Anyone there?"

"I can hear you guys, who was just talking?"

"Who are you?"

"I can't see!"

"Wait—I found a light switch." When the lights turned on the people who vanished stood in a house. But not any house, it was like a mansion. Beautiful white marble floors and spotless white walls with intricate designs every other wall. Behind them, the largest set of oak doors towered over them and refused to release them from their cage.

"Where are we?" England looked around, yet saw nothing to aid them for questions that they have.

"I need your help," a woman's voice echoed through the house. "My son, his memories are...they are broken. Someone, or something, tampered with them." Seemingly from nowhere she walked towards them. Ebony black hair that reached her waist tangled and knotted, but in a natural undisturbed way. Beads and feathers woven beautifully in the long locks that covered her bare chest. Hazelnut skin glowed heavenly in the light that shone from somewhere above, but everyone knew from the moment they saw her, she was a continent.

She was the landmass herself before the countries. She was the one to have children who would be countries that took on the mantle of the land. But who exactly she was, everyone but two knew. "Mama!"

She smiled widely and embraced her eldest son. A couple of tears built in her eyes as she held her son, something that she hasn't done since her fading. "Kuruk. My beautiful son, how I missed you."

"Mama." Canada cried into her shoulder. A touch from his mother was all he needed to release the dam of tears he's been holding back. "Where's Kwahu?"

"He's down the hall, but he's in distress." She says. "His memories have been tampered with, you all will have to explore each memory to try and see who or what has done this."

England looked past her, "May we see him?"

"Yes, just walk forward and you'll see him."

The group left the mother and son, all but one. He once stood behind the group tall enough the see above the crowd of heads and see the woman. The woman he left and couldn't see anymore, the woman his feelings still cling to and his heart aches to embrace. "Makawee?"

"Ber? Is that you?" She laughed a bit at Sweden's new look. "I prefer your rugged look from be—" her sentence was cut off when he grabbed her in a hug. Arms wrapped around her small waist and fingers entangled in her hair. "I missed you too."

"I'm sorry." He said. "I shouldn't have left when I did, I didn't know that you—I couldn't stay—and I'm so very sorry."

"I forgive you, believe me, I do. I knew that even if you couldn't return to me, you'd return to your sons eventually."

"Sons?"

She pulled away. "Remember how I said I was pregnant when you left?" He nodded. "Well, I had them, and one is standing before you."

Berwald looked up to the Canadian. Surprise and shock prominent in his features. He couldn't believe that his one—or one of his sons—was standing there for all those years and he didn't even know. The same for Canada as well. Years as a child with his mother and brother wondering and thinking who his father was, and even as he grew, he still questioned who the mystery man was. But now, here he was.

Sweden looked at Canada closely, trying to see the similarities between them. His hair blond like him, the same shade that Canada didn't understand where he got it from. The pale skin that America and Canada had taken and their tall stature. Long legs that made them tower over them and light-colored eyes, and the abnormally purple eyes of Canada that made sense. Sweden's blue eyes and the red-eye gene in his family mixing to create the purple in his eyes.

"Mama? Mattie?" America called out to them. "And Sweden?"

"Your father." Native America corrected.

"What? No." America disregarded her statement. He truly believes that he didn't have a father and that he and his brother were founded by their mother.

"It's true. I meet him once before, back when Vikings ruled the North Sea, and he took a voyage across the ocean to stumble upon my land." She brushed the hair out of America's eyes. "There we fell in love, but he had to leave before he could see you. I was devastated but he promised he would see me again, and he did."

"So Sweden is our biological father, and we've been this close to him for so long, and we're barely finding out?" Canada exclaims. A bit agitated, he looks to his father apparently. "Did you know? Did you know that we were your sons?"

"No," Sweden answers truthfully. "Your mother told me she was pregnant as I started to sail away, but I was too far to go back. The king at the time needed me back and I couldn't return until England found you."

The boys stood silent. Not one word was spoken to Sweden and Native America was worried that the confession ruined their chance at happiness. The chance at the family he told her all those years ago. "But when I found out, and her words sunk in, you wouldn't believe how happy I was. How I wanted to see you two so badly for years, for decades, for the centuries I was away."

"I'm sorry I wasn't there for your first breaths, your first steps, words, smiles." Sweden hugged them both, remorse and the chance of forgiveness from both plagued his heart. "But I hope I can be there for you now."

The twins cried and hugged their father back. After centuries of not knowing a full family, they had one.

A/n:

Matthew's name, Kuruk is Pawnee for Bear. If you do not like this name being used this way, or feel offended by me using this name, please contact me and I will change it.

Alfred's name, Kwahu is Hopi for eagle. If you do not like this name being used this way, or feel offended by me using this name, please contact me and I will change it.

Native America's name, Makawee is Sioux for earth maiden. If you do not like this name being used this way, or feel offended by me using this name, please contact me and I will change it.

if the meaning of the names is incorrect please tell me, if you know names that mean what I would like it to be could you tell me? I want to name them correctly and I wish not to offend people.

Thank you for reading,

kitty