Disclaimer: don't own hetalia! Blah blah p.o.v change to a new character blah blah Enjoy! Italics means speaking in German!

I was laying in my bed awake trying to figure out the dream I had. In my dream I was like a ghost,just...there. I could even see right threw myself a bit. When I even tried to intervene with something, I wouldn't affect that thing in the slightest. It was like a past memory that I had forgotten. Only thing was, I was certain it wasn't one of mine. I couldn't really see their faces well. There were two people in my dream, one with a black cloak and hood covering his face. The other I could see better. I knew that person I was 100% certain,but I just couldn't place him. The one I knew was crying, I wasn't sure why. Also for some strange reason I couldn't hear anything either. Suddenly the familiar one was surround by a strange white light. The light slowly climbed up his body. Once it was nearly at his chin, something,I don't know what, compelled me to help him. I was running toward him,when suddenly I could hear something! It just wasn't the thing I would ever want to hear, and I could hear it crystal clear. Sounds of the familiar one's crys and screams of pain. They sent chills up and down my spine. As the screams continued I ran harder. The light completely surrounded him as the light flashed to bright to look at. After a second the light died down and vanished, as did the poor guy. I fell to my knees where the person formally was...I...was so close. The only thing left of the guy was the tear drops he left on the ground. After that I woke up,I had sweat on my body and tears just streaming down my face.

Now here I am, just staring at the ceiling trying to figure all this out. I couldn't remember any of their facial features. Why couldn't I, that would help! What confused me was why did I even care? I mean, that guy wasn't even real, and it was just a dream. Just a dream, right...right? I was unsure my self if that was true. I have had dreams about my past memories. None of those ever felt as real as this one did.

Noticing that I didn't even began to scratch the surface of what's behind the dream I decided to give it up for a bit. I was extremely happy to remember that today was a Saturday. It was one of the few times I get to skip training,thankfully. Before I headed downstairs, I got ready shower,teeth,etc. Even when I was done it was still before noon. I was dressed in a black tank top, and camo pants. My light blonde hair slicked back like normal.

Gilbert was on the couch in the living room talking. Probably on the phone to Antonio or Francis about the next Bad Touch Trio meeting. Oh joy, three drunk men I have to take care of. I always have to stay up and wait for them to bust threw the door so drunk that they're about to pass out. That or I have to wait for a call from the police. Again. I'm a very formal person,that considered, I get enough calls from the officers we are all on first name bases. The tv was on so even though I could here him I couldn't quite understand him.

I started on breakfast which was going to be toast, eggs and wurst. After a while I finished, set the table for two and toke care of the unneeded plates."Gilbert breakfast is ready"he just gave me a one minute look while holding up his pointer finger. I raised an eyebrow as he turned around. Now that I'm getting closer, there is no phone in his hand. Also it looks like he's talking to specific spot on the couch."Your food is going to get cold, brother" I said smoothly as I walked forward. He didn't even turn to look at me this time. My brother had done something again,that was undeniable. The question was what did he do,now.

As I was almost in view in seeing what was on the couch he bolted. Actually he almost tripped and hit his head on the coffee table in front of him. He stood in front of me, blocking my view of anything on the couch. I could here I light 'thud', apparently so did he cause he flinched a bit. He wore an expression close to anxiety...no actually it was closer to one of nervousness. Nervous was something my brother wasn't. I raised my eyebrow, as he smiled a fake, mischievous smirk. "Brother what are you hiding?"I asked.

"Do you want the truth or the answer that makes sense?"...really?

"What's the difference?" Ok,this is starting to annoy me.

"the truth sounds crazy, while the lie makes sense"

"....truth"

"You sure?" I nodded impatiently "Okay...Alfred vould you like to meet my little bruder?"He asked....in English, why English? Out from behind his legs came a small boy. He was about four cms shorter than my knee. He had short messy blonde hair with an odd cow lick standing up, and sky blue eyes that smiled. He wore a happy smile on his face, while he was gripping my brother's leg. He looked oddly familiar.

"Where did you find him? Who is he?" I asked taking my eyes away from the kid.

"He came to me,I mean he was on our doorstep last night. He's Alfred you know like America? When I called him America he says it hurts. When I first called him Alfred he said he remembered that. Trust me, it took a while for me to believe it myself. Look at him,he looks just like America! He acts just like him too. Besides the obvious of he somehow lost a few years,he doesn't remember anything! I couldn't just leave him out there in the rain." He said in German so Alfred couldn't understand. My eyes were wide in disbelief. That would explain why he looked familiar. Though Gilbert was right, this was a little too much to swallow.

"You expect me to believe that?"

"You wanted the truth. Why don't you just call his boss,and go from there"

"Fine...Lets go eat breakfast" I said the last part in English so that Alfred could understand.

During breakfast we were going over different ideas. I offered we could call the other countries, but then they would call others and the word would spread. Then they all would come to see him,and his enemies would try to take advantage of him. After a few shoot down ideas, we came up with we could wait till the G-8 meeting,so that who finds out will be controlled. The entire time we were talking in German so that he couldn't understand us. To my surprise and pleasure he just sat there quietly, looking up at one of us everyone in a while.

Gilbert must have noticed this and somehow knew why, because he leaned over and whispered something in his ear. When he went back to sitting up,he wore a mischievous smirk,while Alfred wore a innocent smile. Alfred got down from his chair and made his way around the table to where I was. I tried to keep my focus on my plate,ignoring the little version of 'America'. That quickly became impossible as he tugged gingerly on my pants. When I looked down at him, my icy blue eyes met his warm and friendly sky blue eyes. He tried to crawl on my lap a couple of times, but they ended in vain. I decided to pick him up as that was what he was trying to do. Once I placed him gently on my lap and blue met blue again. Then he leaned forward and kissed me on the check. My face immediately turned as red as my brothers eyes. I turned my head looking away when he asked me something. "Would you be my friend?" He asked looking up at me,again. "J-ja I vould like zhat" I replied,I just couldn't say no,his face was so innocent and hopeful. I wasn't mad at myself,that much, for falling for that face. I was actually a little happy at the question,in fact. Though I'm not sure why I liked it so much. There was a small part of me wanting it to be America now. To be friends or the kiss, I wasn't positive on that either.

We spent the rest of breakfast like that. Alfred on my lap sitting quietly as I eat. Gilbert on the end trying not to laugh,but failing as he eat his own breakfast. Honestly for a crazy morning, at least it calmed down. Just by a bit at most. Now if only the next month could be like this. At least I hoped it could.

~~~~Well I finally finished this. Sorry for the wait,I had school and my dad would get mad for being on my phone or computer to long. Hope you liked! Comment or vote please! Til the next time! Make pasta not war and BUB-BYE