"I'm sorry that you have to deal with this." Canada apologises to you as everyone splits off into their own conversation. 

"Deal with what?" You tilt your head.

"All this memory confusion. It doesn't affect you, so I'm sure it's getting tirering."

"It's fine. I don't mind." You shrug, looking ahead as the group exits the kitchen. "It's like a game." Then you look up at Canada, and he seems surprised, so you begin to panic. "I mean, not in a good way, of course. Like, erm... a mystery game where you solve puzzles?" You cringe. Even you sound unsure of yourself.

"So, you're good at puzzles?" Canada smiles at you, changing the subject. You remind him of his citizens; so polite. 

"Yes, I guess. Games are a great way to keep you occupied." You shrug before looking off. Then a thought comes to mind. "So... Is there a personification of every country?" You ask Canada. It would be weird if you act like you know everything already.

"Eh?" He looks down at you. "Oh, I guess no one has really explained any of this to you." Canada scratches his head. "But yes, there is a personification of every country."

"I am the personification of China, as you can tell." China smiles proudly as he points to himself.

"I wouldn't think anyone would believe me if I said I met personifications of counties." You laugh through your nose. "And you all look like yours stereotypes too. It's so uncanny when you think about it." Then you look at them both, seeing their raised eyebrows. "Ah, I'm sorry, is that offensive? Am I even meant to speak so casually to you?" You begin to panic, laughing nervously.

"You are so cute, aru." China squeals, grabbing your arm. "Have you ever seen a panda? You remind me of pandas, aru." China grins at you. You blush at him squealing over you, and look away in embarrassment. What the hell, this is so odd.

"Look China; they're bright red." Russia grins, leaning over the smaller country.

"Ai ya, get away! I do not want you to scare them away." China points at him accusingly.

"It's alright China, Russia isn't that scary." You flippantly wave your hand at him, attempting to calm him down. He is making quite the scene and gaining the others attention. The smaller male stares at you as if you have grown a second head.

"Look what you've done, aru! They are so scared they've gone insane!" China scolds Russia, swatting his arm.

"No, no, I'm fine. Stop shouting, please." You laugh awkwardly at the fuss as you shake your hands around.

"Chuck, would you mind coming here for just a moment please?" England calls, voice straining. Worry falls over your features as China and Russia continue to bicker. You walk over to England, your gut sinking. Are you a goner? Had he seen through you?

"Yes?" You tilt your head, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear nervously.

"Calm down. I'm not going to scold you." He smiles, causing you to sigh in relief. "I can see China blowing a fuse from a mile away, and I didn't want you to get stuck in the middle of it."

"O-oh, thank you. You didn't have too, I can handle it." You smile broadly with a shrug. "Plus I got Canada." You giggle.

That's where my nightmares are wrong about. They do care, even if I'm not one of them.

England smiles down at you as his eyes glass over. "You remind me of America sometimes, you two share the same weight around yourself." Your features fall into one of confusion.

What does he mean by that? Doesn't England think America is obnoxious? Wait, did I piss him off somehow?

England quickly coughs into his fist to cover his face as he avoids eye contact. He is flushed, cheeks heated as he avoids eye contact.

"Don't tell anyone what I just said; especially France and America. Those wankers won't get off my case otherwise."

"No need to worry. As long as it wasn't an insult." You laugh. "He's your brother, right?" England tenses at the question. "You just seem to care about him a lot." You stammer, noticing how uncomfortable he is. "You had that look about you, Ar--." You cut yourself off before you said his human name, but England doesn't even notice. He is too busy being embarrassed over being called America's brother.

Ah, it's like the episode with the army camp in Africa. 

"It's not like that, and we aren't brothers." He laughs in embarrassment. You roll your eyes, smiling, and stop outside the door. At least he is too caught up in that to hear your slip up. Canada unlocks the door to a dimly lit room, stairs leading downwards. Everyone walks down the stairs to find themselves in a tiny room. It only has one door on the north wall. The group walks through it to see two more entries: one on the north wall and the other on the west. Only the Axis enter, leaving the Allies in the hall.

"Are you two alright?" Canada asks you and England. You hum in confusion as England smiles.

"Yes, we're fine."

"Oh, okay." Canada gives a slow nod.

"Are you alright, Canada?" England asks, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Yes, why wouldn't I be?" Canada smiles awkwardly.

"Are you two worried?" You ask before your mind processes what you said. They both send you a look. "I mean, that was awkward and all-" you look between them"-and this place is hell for separating you from your friends, but I'm sure everything will work out." You tell them, cringing through a smile.

"This person is funny." A voice pipes up behind Canada.

"Kamakura, don't say such things." Canada scolds the white polar bear that climbs up to his shoulders.

"But they are. They smell like Meg." Kumajirou jumps down from Canada and walks over to you on his hind legs. Canada freezes at that name, before looking at you. You are confused at his panicky stare before Kumajirou pulls at your leg. "I'm hungry."

"I'm sorry, but I don't have anything for you." You reply awkwardly. "Not that I think you can eat, anyway." Kumajirou then hugs your leg and flutters his long lashes at you.

"I'm still hungry." He repeats.

"I-I have some maple syrup." Canada offers the bear a glass bottle filled with the golden liquid. Kumajirou lets go of your leg and takes the bottle, bringing it up to his mouth before stopping. He looks up to Canada.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Canada." Canada strains a smile. Italy comes out of the room and looks everyone over, smiling, eyes squinting.

"Let's check out this floor some more!" He smiles in bliss. "Maybe they have some clean water so I can make pasta!" Japan trots out from the room behind Italy.

"I don't think anyone would find clean water in a basement, Italy-chan," Japan says from behind him.

"Was there anything in there, Japan?" England asks.

"I found another key. Let us hope it opens something useful." Japan answers. "Let's continue looking around." The group continues to do so and enters a room with a larger square table surrounded by blue coaches. The group looks around the room. You stare at the back corner of the room. The wallpaper is poorly plastered as you look it over. You needed not to look suspicious, so you knock gently on the wall. It is hollow. You smirk, doing finger guns at it.

"Japan!" You raise your hand to him. At your voice, he looks over. You usher him over, grabbing his attention.

"What is it, (F/n)-chan?" He asks.

"The wall is hollow." You say, knocking on it for emphasis.

"That is... the sound of wood," Japan says in surprise. "There is a cut on the wallpaper. I will tear it off." He picks at the end, and when enough is there, he peels off a strip to reveal wooden panels. A door is hidden behind it. "Ah, there was a hidden door, after all. Let's proceed with care." The others come over, and with a joint effort, pull off the wallpaper. 

"This is not right." You can hear Germany mumble. 

"ve, very creepy. Like that button-eyed movie!" Italy points out. They walk through the door and enter another hallway, opening the door at the end, only to come across another room. This time they exit the room, not bothering to check it over, and come across a cell door in the hallway. You pick up your pace, wanting to find the others faster.

Hopefully, they're alright. Hopefully, they haven't been moved or... the 2p!'s haven't gotten them yet. Nope! Not possible! We literally just unlocked the door.

Japan opens the cell door that is in the middle of the hallway. He unlocks it and pushes it forwards to allow everyone through. You, Germany and Japan lead the way through, with Italy at your heels. You turn right first and enter the room. The room is dimmer than the other, and the colour scheme is darker too. The floor is cobblestone and steel bars go across the entire room vertically, with a door at the end. You shiver at the sight of your dreams. Except, this isn't the same. It is still too small. This house you realise has one too many cells in it. This cell, even though it spans so far, isn't quite right. Looking past the bars, you notice three figures. They shuffle closer at the sound of the door openings, a pair of red eyes staring at you in disbelief, grabbing the bars as he brings himself closer, pushing his body against them. And it is red eyes you greet with a smile, red eyes you hadn't seen in a while.

"Prussia!" You shout in astonishment, running up to the bars.

"(F/n)?!" Prussia shouts back. When they hear your shouting, the countries file in quick.

"You!" Japan shouts soon after he enters. You stare at them with your mouth agape. France, America, and Prussia all stare at the group in equal surprise.

"Japan! What are you doing here?!" America yells loudly, running up to the bar.

"We're the ones who should be asking you that?! We were worr-wondering where you were!" England catches himself as he storms towards the bars. "How the hell did you get yourselves in there?!" England crosses his arms, puffing out his cheeks.

"Would you kindly open up the door before interrogating us?" France raises a brow at him calmly. "We can't open it from here, you see." You jog towards the cell door, unlocking the latch, and yank at it. The latch catches, so you tug it with all of your body. It moans, the door is heavy. The three nations come out from the cell.

"Phew, thanks dude!" America grins, patting your back. You flinch upon his hard pats, but the pain fades as you begin to internally explode. This is America. The one, and only, Alfred. F. Jones. His cowlick bounces with every movement he makes, his pristine blond hair standing out in the darkroom. The blond hair he managed to somehow keep clean for two days. Rectangle glasses cover his sky blue eyes, crinkling with the gigantic smile that is plastered on his face. He stands tall, and his jacket makes him even wider. He resembles a jock in aura, with his bomber jacket and tan uniform. He turns towards the others and begins to speak. "This was a good place to take refuge in, but then we couldn't get out, and we've been waiting for you guys to get there!"

"You're so careless!" China scolds. "What if we never found you, aru? This is the only time we are doing you this favour!" America laughs him off.

"Kinder, you're here too!" Prussia shouts as he runs up to you, picking you up in a hug. Your body convulses as he squishes the air out from your lungs. You smile.

"Shouldn't you be greeting your friends?" You laugh, wrapping your arms around his as your feet lift off the ground. You give him a pat and he finally lowers your feet to the ground. He drops you down before squishing your shoulders. You cock a brow, seeing the grin on his face as if he is going to say something stupid.

"What do you think I'm doing?" He grins down at you.

"Oh, er, thanks." You smile, giggling.

"Wait, (F/n), what's with your face?" He asks, raising his hand to your cheek. He tilts it to the side, his rough hand holding your chin, to take a better look. It is dark in the room, so at first, he thought it is just the light playing tricks until he stands right in front of you.

"My face?" You scrunch up your brow in confusion. His finger touches the bruise, and you jolt into realisation. "Oh, that." You give a bitter laugh. "I fell over and hit it on something."

"Hey, you guys!" Prussia calls at the group, grabbing their attention. "(F/n)'s only a human, watch over them better. The awesome me wouldn't have let this happen!" Prussia scolds as your cheeks burn hot.

"Prussia!" You whine, looking between him and the group. Two pairs of curious eyes blink simultaneously, eyeing you over.

"Is this..." a voice turns your head.

The fabulous Francis Bonnefoy. His hair is so glossy! Tell me your secrets?!

"That's France, and that's America," Prussia points to each of them, America giving a wave and France a cheeky smile. "They're alright, but not as awesome as me," Prussia smirks.

"I'm America, the hero." He laughs loudly, giving you a thumbs up.

"And I am France." He takes your hand and kisses it. His wavy blond hair brushed against your knuckles as he leans forward. Your cheeks become warm as you look at him, getting a sense of deja vu. He chuckles, winking a sea blue eye at you. He stands straight again and brushes his hand back onto his long blue coat, placing his hand on his hip as he watches you.

"I'm (F/n). It's nice to meet you." You look between them. "Both. Nice to meet both of you."

"It's nice to meet you too. Prussia has talked about you non-stop." France grins, elbowing his friend teasingly.

"Really?" You tilt your head, then look over to said man with a crooked grin. "You talked about me?"

"Yeah, dude. I thought he was going mad with age, like England, but it turns out he wasn't." England scrunches up his face at that remark. "I can see the '(e/c) eyes shining like stars'." America laughs as your cheeks grow hotter, then peek up at Prussia.

"He's lying! I didn't say that." Prussia yells, his blush standing out against his pale skin.

"What do you mean 'like England'?" England scowls, nose crinkling.

"Oh, well... Anyway, Bruder, what were you doing here, again?" Germany asks, approaching Prussia with a nod towards the cell.