"We bury things so deep we no longer remember there was anything to bury. Our bodies remember. Our neurotic states remember. But we don't."-Jeanette Winterson

Chapter Four:

Germany:

I groaned and rolled around the bed sheets uncomfortably. The scene of Italy's cries and whimpers still echoed in my head as I tried to wake him up. The screams, the crying, the torture...it was like a horrid nightmare that became the reality I never wanted. Italy being the one unconscious of what was happening and me looking at what was a corpse to my reality, was nothing I ever imagined.

Seeing as my own life slip away, I realized I didn't have a purpose to do anything now. The memories of the man that shared so much in Axis was slowly vanishing away. His laughter, his joy, and his accompany could never be replaced as of the thoughts of war could be mentioned at the terms that may happen in the future.

Everything that I pushed for him...that I put effort into saving...was just lost forever.

I sighed; pinching the bridge of nose, and slowly tried pull myself together. I mean, sure this time I wasn't able to help Italy like always-but what wonders me is why do I have this bearing feeling like I'm horrible and just a disease towards the poor Italian.

Maybe he's given up on us...

I ignored the thoughts from my head and walked towards the bathroom. It has been three days since I have talked to anyone or even seen anyone. The events that I have seen were ones that I wished had never happened. The brutal screams and shouts still gave an aching blow to my head as I still pulled the pieces together one-by-one.

I splashed cooling water on my face and looked at my own reflection in the mirror. It was a man that looked just like me...except, he was watching me curiously with a smile on his face.

My eyes widened and I backed away from the sink. "W-Who are you?"

The man tilted his head curiously at me as his smile began to fade slightly. "Why, it's time for you to wake up Germany."

"Huh?! What is that suppose to mean?!" I yelled at him.

He smirked and snapped his fingers. "You'll see...eventually." His laughter filled my ears as light filled my vision.

I was dreaming except, the dream felt almost...too real.

You'll see...eventually...

England:

Driving for almost four hours could kill anyone's back but for me, I was going to kill America's. I parked the car near the vacant hotel and walked upstairs to the room we all stayed in.

The manager of the hotel has realized yet that we were enemies of their country Italy and had given us the best room they could offer. The room had two bathrooms and three bedrooms, the living room was the smallest room of all but, that didn't bother us at all since we were only going to stay for about another 13 hours or so.

I pulled off my trench coat and black leather shoes at the door step. Nobody has comes to figure that the good looking Englishman has returned from babysitting the Axis Powers and yet to know of their bad news.

I merely grinned just thinking about it: Germany in bed sick and the Japanese man taking care of the unconscious Italian. Plans for us are just going to be the beginning of things around here.

"Angleterre? Is that you?" Said a voice.

(( This is my shortest and most difficult chapter so far. Germany's POV kind of drove me insane because I didn't know how to put his reaction into words. But it came to me in only a short cliffhanger. I guess it's good for now, but it'll progress. (:

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