Woohoo! :D The third chapter is up! Finally! I'm so glad that all of you are enjoying this story and thank you sooo much for reviewing, favoriting and following it! It really means a lot to me! :3

I'm also going to be working on another Hetalia-Axis Powers crossover story soon but this time, it's crossing over with Attack on Titan so be sure to check that one out whenever I get it up and ready to go!

So without further a do, let's continue on with the story! :D

Also, Prussia never dissolved in this. I just can't accept it. He's still a nation in my heart.

~AT AN UNKNOWN LOCATION~

He woke up with a throbbing headache and a sudden feeling of coldness. Sure, Canada was used to the coldness but the headache? Not really.

"G-gilbert?" Why did he call out the albino's name? That was strange. Then again, he has a giant fucking bear so he can't judge.

"Mein Gott, Matthew, I thought you were dead!" He heard a voice near him say in alarm, and then footsteps approaching him before he was finally able to see the Prussian on his knees next to him.

"You...did?" Matthew asked, starting to sit up but realized quickly that it was a bad idea to do so because he suddenly started to get quite dizzy. So much so that Gilbert had to grab ahold of him so that he wouldn't fall over.

"Yeah, the awesome me did, Matthew Williams. And you might just end up dead if you keep trying to do stupid shit like that." Prussia replied, slowly laying the other nation back down, using his legs to support his head which was probably killing the blond right now and it was. He just didn't want to admit it.

"Gilbert...what happened?" Matthew finally asked, once the throbbing in his head had calmed down some and he was able to see clearly again. Well as clear as he could with his glasses on.

He heard a sigh escape the lips of the older nation before he spoke. "You...took a pretty hard hit, Matt. Tried to keep that bastard away from me. And for that...I need to thank you." Matthew then saw Gilbert do something he thought he would never do. He had bended over and had kissed him. No, not on the forehead type of deal or his cheek but one the lips. And he had stayed like that for a few seconds before releasing.

Matthew was...at a loss for words. Luckily though, he didn't have to say anything right then because Gilbert did all the talking for him.

"That...was probably one of the most awesome things, the awesome me has ever done." The albino said with a light chuckle as he smiled down upon the Canadian who just stared, still shocked by his sudden act. "What? Don't look at me like that. This isn't the first time we've kissed, you know?"

It...wasn't? He didn't remember any other time Gilbert had...kissed him. "We...have?"

Matthew saw the other man frown at that. "Yeah, we have Matt. Don't you remember? We've kissed plenty of times before! A few weeks after we started dating, on your birthday last year, and this year too! We also kissed under that Christmas tree at my place after West left the house with Italy that night! Don't...tell me you've forgotten all about that...have you?"

Matthew tried to search through his memories, to see if all what Prussia was saying was true but...he just couldn't find anything that Gilbert had described to him. "I...I'm sorry Gilbert I honestly...can't remember anything about that."

Prussia couldn't help but to feel a little upset at that as well as angry. Why couldn't he remember those nights?! Those were the best nights of his life that he ever had with Matthew and he couldn't remember them?! Maybe...maybe it was that bastard Loki's doing. Maybe Matthew just had temporary memory loss. Yeah. That was it. Everything would be okay. It had to be okay between them.

"Okay well...then surely you remember when we went to see the Northern Lights? We might not have kissed but that was the night I asked you to be my ah...boyfriend."

Still, nothing came to his memory. Matthew could tell that Gilbert was starting to get upset because he saw that his eyes were watering up with tears that hadn't been shed yet. "I...I don't remember. I...I'm sorry, again Gilbert. I really am."

He didn't get a response from the Prussian after that for a few minutes. He wondered if he should have just lied to him and said that he did but Gilbert would no doubt find out that he did and probably get pissed at him for it. Matthew didn't mean to make Gilbert upset or angry at him...he just didn't remember bits and pieces of his past. That was it. He wished now that he did though. To see Gilbert almost shed tears made him feel quite guilty and horrible.

"It's...alright. You'll remember eventually. I know you will. And if not, the awesome me will figure out a way to make the awesome you remember. Everything will be fine. I promise." He then bended over and kissed Matthew on the lips once more for a few seconds, as if sealing the promise before releasing. Mathew could swear that he felt something wet roll down his cheek while Gilbert was kissing him and it felt like a tear. He was sure of it.

~BACK AT THE SHIELD BASE~

"So uh, you don't remember anything that happened to you recently?" Bruce Banner asked the nation who was sitting at a table, messing around with a pen as he scribbled down something on a piece of paper. He had been forced to stay with the scientist and honestly...he wish he was somewhere else right now. Bruce was nice an all but...God was it boring in this stupid lab. Feliciano has absolutely nothing to do in here except doodle and socialize. Out of all the thing the Director made him do...why this? Well, at least he was kind enough to give him a new set of clothes which was a SHIELD uniform. Fury had told him before he left that if he was going stay here for the time being, he might as well dress like everyone else. Hell, he was even given a gun! Why he would need it, Italy didn't know at the time however.

"No, I don't." The nation replied with a shake of his head.

Bruce could tell that he was probably bored out of his mind, being stuck in a place like this because of that response so he started thinking.

"Hey, ah so," he began, adjusting his glasses so that they wouldn't fall off of his face. "I got something to show to you. I know Director Fury probably wouldn't be pleased that I'm letting you out of the lab but, I'm guessing that it's boring for you in here."

Feli looked up at Bruce when he heard that. "I don't want to get you in trouble though." He said, worried that he might cause the man to get fired or something like that.

Bruce just shrugged at his response. "Fury wouldn't fire me. He needs me for the team." He replied with a small smile, trying to assure the Italian.

"A-alright. I'll go with you." Feli had to admit...he did want to see what it was that Dr. Banner wanted to show him. Would it be some type of weapon that SHIELD was making? He was told that SHIELD made a lot of those by another agent for the organization when he was walking down the hallways to get to Bruce's lab because he had gotten curious about one he had seen some agents carrying.

"Great!" Bruce said with a smile, gathering up a clipboard with papers in it beforehand making his way to the door to which it slid open when he went near it. "Just follow me! It's not far from here. I think you're going to like it!" He then proceeded to make his way out of the lab, leaving the country to follow behind him shortly after he left.

Along the way, Italy kept wondering about the voice in his head that spoke to him before that was now gone. Would it ever come back to him? It sounded so familiar and he honestly wanted to hear it again in his head. Also...Grandpa Rome. Who was he to him? He knew that he was his grandpa, obviously but why was he in that dream or, vision of his rather? So many questions that Italy wanted to be answered but he knew that they probably wouldn't be for a very long time.

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a very, very, loud voice.

"Friend Banner! It is wonderful to see you again! I see you have an acquaintance with you this time!" The voice belonged to a man with long, blond hair that reached down below his shoulders and he had a growing beard as well. He wore some type of...armor with a striking red cape, almost like Grandpa Rome's in a way. But the most interesting thing about the man was the hammer that he was carrying. It was almost like...it was letting out a strange energy from it that Italy was...familiar with. Yet he had no idea what it was.

"Hey, Thor. Yeah, I guess you can say he's an acquaintance of mine," Bruce began, before starting to introduce. "ah, Feliciano, this is Thor Odinson, son on Odin as you can imagine. He's an Avenger and also a god. Or demigod. Whichever you'd prefer. Thor, this is Feliciano Vargas. He's...new."

The god had smile brightly at that and went over to the Italian, before holding out his hand for him to shake. "It is nice to meet you, Feliciano Vargas! As long you don't offend me or Asgard in anyway as well as my friends, we shall be on good terms."

Feli could work with that. "Alright." He said, before shaking the Avenger's hand and damn did he sure have a strong grip. He was almost relieved when he let go of his hand, to be honest. Thor just gave him a smile when he let go before turning his attention back to Bruce.

"So, my friend! What might you be doing out here?"

"I could ask the same for you, Thor." The scientist replied with a small chuckle.

"Well, since Asgard is no longer threatened by the Chitauri we have fought off a few days ago, I was able to come back to Midgard, thanks to my father."

Chitauri? What was that? Feliciano didn't know but he'd probably find out soon enough. The word sounded familiar though...like someone had already said it to him. Maybe it was that Loki fellow who did? Who, everyone kept talking about because he supposedly had met him? Or maybe he was just thinking too much about this. He hoped that was it. Just overreaction.

"Just hope that they don't get the idea of coming here, again." Venezio had heard Bruce mutter. They had came to Earth before? Strange. Surely, he would have remembered such an event but no he didn't of course. Memory loss sucked. He couldn't even remember his birthday of all things! When he saw Loki again, Feliciano made a mental note to himself that he would get his memories back from him no matter what. It may result in a fight but he thought that he could take him on if it came to that. He'd have a gun for protection...if he didn't lose it by then. That would suck like hell if he did.

Apparently Thor was able to hear when Bruce said as well because the Norse god had clapped a hand onto the scientist's shoulder. "I do not believe they would even think about coming to Midgard again, my friend. If they should however, we will fight them off like we once did before. Now, I must be going. I believe Stark said that he meeded my help with something earlier though I can not remember what though."

"I think Tony's in his main lab, which you know where that is, if you need to go and speak to him." Bruce had told the Asgardian.

"Yes, I do. Thank you, Banner." Thor replied with a grin before to look at Feliciano. "Well, it was wonderful to meet you, Feliciano but I must depart now. I needeth not to keep my friend metal waiting. Perhaps you can meet him one day just...don't give him any ideas that involve machinery. It will most likely end badly."

He wondered what that meant, especially the metal part. Was he made out of metal or was it just a suit or something? "I'll...try not to give him any ideas."

Thor just simply nodded at that, giving the Italian and before walking away from him and Bruce a few moments later.

The scientist had smiled at Feliciano after Thor left before speaking once more. "So, that was Thor. He seems kind of strange at first but once you get to know him, he's like the old friend you never knew you had. Now, come on. I still got that thing I wanted to show you."

~MEANWHILE WITH SPAIN AND ROMANO~

"Hey, you bastard! Next time you shove me, I'll shove a gun down your sorry throat and blow off your fucking head!" Romano had shouted at a man who was talking on the phone who had accidentally ran into the nation. Spain had told him to not overreact about such things but of course, he didn't listen to his former caretaker.

"Lovino, please, he didn't do such a thing!" Antonio tried to reason with the Italian but he simply just shook his head and scoffed.

"Yeah, sure he didn't. And my brother didn't go missing as well as all the other god damned nations that weren't at the meeting!" He shouted back. Spain might have snapped at him but he knew that what Romano was going through was hard. The fact that he didn't know where his younger brother was, was probably killing him and ticking him off more than ever now.

The Spanish nation sighed and shook his head. "Look, Romano, I know you're probably stressed about this whole thing but you can't just go yelling at people like that! You might tick off someone who we don't need ticked off! The world is different now than it used to be. There are secret organizations out there that can kill us with just a finger snap!"

Lovino had rolled his eyes at that. "I know that, Spain. I know that. Who did you think started the Mafia in the first place?"

Ah, the Mafia. Spain remembered when Romano and Italy were apart of that. Surprisingly, they had done a good job with it but they soon stopped the whole thing once they had been exposed by a member. Though there were still some Mafias around, there weren't as many of them as before when the trend first started. "I remember that. Never thought I'd see Italy shoot a gun without getting scared but I did. You too. Took out your targets like you were some pro assassin."

He heard Romano chuckle a little at his comment. "Yeah wel, we had to make a living somehow back then. I...I don't know, Spain I'm just...worried about him is all. Sure, we have out differences but he's still my little brother and I care about him. Don't you dare tell him that though or else I'll murder you and make sure your corpse burns in hell."

There was the old Romano again. Threatening to murder him if he told someone about about something he didn't want him to. But Spain loved him for who he was and he was glad he was acting like his old self again. Worrying about things can make you do some crazy shit, just like love.

"Glad to see that you're back, Lovino." Spain said with a chuckle.

"Yeah, whatever. Now, can we go eat dumbass? I'm starved."

"Of course! Wherever you'd like to go, Lovi!"

"Don't call me "Lovi", you Spanish piece of shit!"

Spain just laughed at that as he took Romano by the hand and bolted down the sidewalk they were on, looking for a nice place that they could go and eat at. He knew that they were on a time limit, to get back with the other groups from Portugal, the country they had been assigned to go to but he just wanted to spend some time with the Southern part of Italy, knowing that he would probably not get a chance like this again with what was about to come.

Yes, I know. Canada was at the meeting. But I went back and edited the first chapter because I wanted to do a PruCan moment okay? Don't judge me! DX I also wanted to do some Spamano but it turned out to be shorter than I originally thought so whoops. At least I did it though. :) Anyways, please review, follow, favorite and all of that jazz and I hope you all have a wonderful day! :D