Here you go…one more chapter just for you! Cause Lovino won't get off my back about it, and plus I got somewhat depressed by the ending (not to mention the popular demand…apparently). So…HERE YOU GO! Oh yeah, if you don't like this chapter, I'd be perfectly fine with you saying that the other chapter was the final.

And because this is the last chapter, this will be longer than the other chapters (and by longer, that means at least three thousand words…my usual limit of chapters)! Sorry, guys :P

And…random cameo!

EDIT: Read this while listening to the song "Calling" by Oda Kaori. This is the feeling that I want you to leave with. Ignore me if you don't get it.

/=+=/

Feliciano was oddly shivery.

He woke up normally, stretching his limbs out and yawning as if without a care in the world. As he dressed himself, he realized that he felt a little warm to his own touch. Fumbling with the tie, he saw that his face was completely red and that his breath was extremely warm.

Ve~~maybe it was the rain yesterday… He thought. I'll just need another jacket before I go to today's meeting.

Beforehand, he would use his condition as an excuse to jump out of the conference. But after hearing that Germany was going to be there, he quickly concluded that he had to go no matter what. Ever since he lost his memory, those conferences were the only times that they could even talk to each other, much less meet up on his own terms.

He took advice from Elizabeta and decided to rebuild his relationship from the ground up, the proper term being 'starting over'. While it was helping him, it almost meant that he couldn't call him 'Doitsu' anymore. It felt odd not calling him by what he had been calling him for eons, but after a while calling him 'Germany' became second nature.

Ve~~~I'm almost late for the meeting…

/=+=/

For some reason, he lost the majority of his pep the minute he entered the room. Fortunately, everyone else had the pep to make it up for his tired figure. For example, the minute he sat down on the table, somehow a pie went flying in the air and smacked Francis in the face. The Italian didn't even bother to react.

"Ai! Who threw that?" He looked up and saw a giggling England. "Oh…I'll make you regret doing that."

"What are you going to do about it, huh?" Arthur grinned. "Manipulate my feelings so I feel guilty about it?"

"Oh no…that would be too easy…"

England stared at him in confusion, only seeing the mischievous grin on the Frenchman's face. Suddenly, he froze in place. After a few more seconds, he started fumbling and squirming in his seat, his face completely red and clearly not comfortable. Meanwhile, all Francis did was laugh that trademark laugh of his.

"Are you OK, aru?" Wang Yao held his arm.

"Don't touch me!"

"Uh…Arthur?" Antonio leaned near to him. "You alright there?"

"DON'T COME BLOODY NEAR ME LIKE THAT!"

"…uh…Arthur, aru…what did Francis-"

Oh. OH.

China and Spain looked at each other with strange looks on their faces before proceeding to pull away from the poor country (much to his embarrassment). However, America didn't even notice that he was having a problem. It was probably for the best, anyway (even though they just started dating).

"Ve~~~everyone's really happy today…" Feliciano whispered to himself.

"Hm? Are you OK, Italy? You're not as…happy as you usually are."

He was taken aback by that voice. Quickly, he turned his head and saw that Germany was looking right back at him with a concerned look on his face. It was exactly the same look he would give him whenever he was worried about the Italian. It made him blush (fortunately hidden by the flushed cheeks) and turn back to the table.

"I-I'm OK, Germany…" He answered, unable to say anything in a higher voice. "I just…woke up really late today."

Germany stared at him with a look of doubt, but continued on anyway. It made Italy frown yet again, for usually he was one to quickly notice when something was wrong with the country. He shook his head and proceeded to listen intently to the meeting. And by meeting, I mean the groups-of-people-randomly-arguing-about-the-most-random-things-hence-nothing-ever-gets-done kind of meeting.

That's when he realized that his vision was getting a bit hazy.

He quickly shook his head, desperate to get his mind to clear up. What ended up happening was that he was shaking his head for about a minute and a half and he was really getting dizzy. Sighing, he decided that all he needed was a walk. He waited until the argument of the day (this time, it was Romano and England) before standing up and leaving the room.

/=+=/

His mind was starting to haze up.

He tried to walk as straight as he could, but found himself wobbling through the hallway, bumping into the walls every ten steps. Lifting his hands to hold the wall did help with the wall-bumping, but it made turning corners all the worse. He barely had the strength to stand up, and even then he had to steady himself with the railing.

Ve~~~I just need to sit down somewhere… He stood up. The lobby is around here somewhere…

He grunted as he grabbed the railing and pulled himself up to his feet, and then held it like his life depended on it. Slowly, he wobbled on straight. This time, he wasn't expecting anyone to help him. He was going to have to go through this himself. And he was a country. He could do this…

/=+=/

Germany could not believe that he could handle these arguments.

According to the others, this was a regular occurrence and that he had been the one to break them up. How in the world did he do something like that? He decided that he might as well rely on body instincts. He found himself standing up and looking at the both of them.

"Will the both of you SHUT UP?" He stated. "We're here on a diplomatic meeting, not to argue amongst ourselves! Now will you pull yourselves together?"

"Oi…he's finally remembering some things, aru." China grinned.

"That means you, mi amor." Spain pulled out a vine to pull him back. "Can you go back to your seat?"

"LET ME GO, FREAKING BASTARD!" He coughed.

"No, I will not." He grinned.

"Ne…if we need all the countries, then where did Italy go?" Russia looked around.

"I'm right here, freakin' Commie…" Romano argued with a quieted voice.

"He's not talking about you, Romano." Japan stated. "He means your brother."

"Whoa!" Alfred turned his head around. "Where'd he go?"

"I think I saw him leave toward the bathroom just a few minutes ago." France answered. "He'll be back…"

"Sigh…I'll go get him." Germany stood up. "Knowing him, he probably got lost or distracted."

"And just how would you know that?" Austria looked interested.

Germany didn't say anything as he left the room. For some really odd reason, he found himself with a quickened pace as he wandered the hallways. His legs were telling him how to navigate the otherwise foreign building. His brain was telling him to hurry up, less something terrible is going to happen.

Would you mind telling me what that means? He asked himself. Of course, his mind didn't reply.

After a while, he found himself with a hastened pace. He was holding all his muscles down in order to keep himself from running in the halls. That's when he heard someone in pain. Quickly he ran through the hall until he turned the corner, seeing the man he was looking for wandering away from him.

"…Italy?"

The other figure looked surprised by who was calling him. Slowly, he turned around to look at him. It was then that he saw the pain on his face and that he was breathing heavily. By the looks of things, he probably couldn't even see who was calling to him. He began to sway.

"…Doitsu…?"

He collapsed.

Germany quickly sprinted toward the fallen country, holding his limp body. He lifted a hand to his forehead, suddenly feeling just how hot he really was. Footsteps echoed behind him, stopping short the minute he turned a corner and saw the sight.

"Italy…?" It was Arthur. "What's wrong with him?"

"He has a fever." He answered. "No doubt his brother might have one too…"

"The fight with Holy Roman Empire must've had an unconscious effect on the humans…" Arthur stated. "I'll take him home-"

"It's fine. I know where he lives." Germany carried him up. "You go tell the council about the turn of events and discuss a plan."

"…right."

Once that statement left his mouth, Germany quickly dashed out of the room. Arthur looked surprised by his panic, even more impressed when he realized that Germany stated that he knew where Italy lived. Maybe he's starting to remember…?

/=+=/

The minute he found himself in front of Italy's home, he was surprised on just how quickly he could find the keys and let himself in. He jumped up the stairs and found what looked like his bedroom. He subtly loosened Feliciano's clothes and tucked him into the bed, dropping a wet cloth over his head.

He's unconscious… He sighed, pulling up a chair and sitting next to him. Goodness, how in the world did I not notice his fever? I'm supposed to be a country…

For some reason, he found himself poking him. He quickly concluded that he was unconscious and not just sleeping. He let out a breath and was startled; he didn't even know that he was holding one in. After a few minutes, Italy stirred. Germany found his breath being held again.

"…Doitsu…" He muttered. "…Doitsu…"

Hm? Doitsu? Germany rubbed his forehead. Where did he hear that before?

Italy started to mumble that one word for a few more minutes before finally falling back into a deep state of unconsciousness. He stared at the innocence on his face, that one word hovering around his mind. From the back of his mind, memories were slowly coming back to him. Italy used to call someone Doitsu…

He stood up and walked. He needed some air.

/=+=/

After a few minutes, he found himself on a street filled with humans. His mind was recalling up lost memories, ranging from when he was a child to some incident concerning a letter about being forgotten. Who wrote that? What do all of these memories even mean? Does anyone even know?

"Eh? What're you doing out here, da-ze?"

He turned around and saw a man standing right behind him with his arms folded around his back. He had an innocent look on his face, a clean hanbok on his otherwise frail form. Germany was quick to remember what his name was.

"Yong Soo…why aren't you at the meeting?" He asked, his hands folded.

"I got bored, so I decided to wander the city. Humans are always so interesting to watch, you know? I think they call that 'people-watching', da ze…" He looked up. "Hey, how's Feli?"

"…Feli?"

"…Feliciano? You know, Italy Veneziano, da ze? Come on, you hang out with him all the time!" Yong Soo looked confused. "Do you at least know his brother?"

"I do…I just didn't know Italy's human name." Germany answered.

"Are you serious, da ze? Here I thought that you had an idea…hey, do you at least know yours?"

"Of course I do." He answered. "Ludwig."

"Good enough…oh wait, you have memory loss, don't you da ze?"

"…yes…I do."

"…whoops." Yong Soo chuckled. "Well, now you know!"

"Just go back to the meeting."

"Fine, fine…"

Yong Soo complained as he walked back to the meeting hall. Germany stared on as he concluded that he couldn't go back just yet. He leaned on the side of the nearby wall and tried to sort everything out. The information Yong Soo decided to throw out to him came rushing back to his consciousness.

Feliciano…Feliciano Vargas. He concluded. That is Italy's human name.

That's when he remembered something. Italy liked hanging out with the quiet Japan, back when they were the Axis Powers (at least, that's how he remembered it) and had come to adopt a few traits from him. Doitsu was definitely a Japanese term. But for what…?

Germany.

Something mentally smacked himself in the face as memories stared to slowly come back to him. Feliciano…of course! The day they first met, the day they began training, World War II, after the war, their alliance throughout the twentieth century, the formation of the UN with America, their…

He blushed, holding his face. How in the world could he forget that? Looking up, he saw that the sun was setting and realized that he had just ditched Feliciano back in his house. How in the world did he neglect to remember that? Quickly, he ran back to the house and up the stairs, suddenly realizing that he had left the bed and was definitely not in the house.

Where in the world did he go?

/=+=/

Feliciano stood quietly in front of the gate, the moon now high in the sky. Through his hazy eyes, he could see a memory flash to reality: when Holy Roman Empire left to become a country. He had been crying, he remembered. None of them wanted to leave, but they knew full well that they couldn't stop it from happening. He closed his eyes and recalled the conclusion that Germany gave up his memory for his life.

He knew he had the power to stop everything from coming full circle…he knew he could save me… He held his arms and shivered.

The fever was making the crisp night air frigid cold, but he didn't want to leave. He knew that one day, Germany would remember everything between him and Italy. But he knew from personal experience and from Holy Roman Empire that even though they remember the past they will have already changed. The Doitsu that he knew had long since died. The memories were all he had left.

The memories…of so long ago…

Before he knew it, he was shivering rapidly, tears crawling down his cheeks. He would never be able to call him Doitsu ever again. He'll never go to his house to train. He'll never be able to follow him wherever he went. He'll never be able to rely on him like he used to…

He'll never be able to kiss him again.

That thought alone made the tears come down faster and his shivers faster. The memories that he thought he was going to find condolence in ended up stabbing his back with a steel knife, forcing upon him a reality that will no longer happen. He felt weak on the knees and he collapsed, finally allowing himself to weep openly. He didn't even hear the footsteps behind him.

"…Italy?"

He froze, the voice familiar yet…unchanged. He refused to turn around, his mind telling himself that this was just a dream and he was hearing things. Suddenly, he felt warm hands hold onto his shoulders, forcing him to turn and see sky blue eyes look back upon him.

"D-" He stopped. "…Germany…"

"You should be back at your house, getting rest." He ordered. "What are you doing out here?"

"…I thought…that I needed a walk, that's all." Italy lied, his gaze going back down.

"Hm? Are your eyes open?"

"Ve~?" Italy jumped. He didn't even realize that. "I-I-"

"No, it's fine…" Germany laughed. "It's better seeing them now than in flashbacks."

Feliciano could hardly believe his ears, especially when he was helped on his feet. His knees still buckled around a bit, forcing Ludwig to hold onto his arms for support. The blush marks on his face quickly merged with his fever, making him look like a ripened tomato (again, TAKE THAT SPAIN!).

"F-flashbacks? B-but…" He looked to Ludwig.

"It's been slow…but I've been remembering." He spun the Italian around, his hands still wrapped around his shoulders. "Isn't that right…Feliciano?"

The mention of his name retracted all the tears in his eyes, replacing all of them with tears of joy and relief. Ludwig couldn't tell the difference, since Feliciano's face was frozen with shock and a strange sense of denial. He could see him lightly shake his head, as of unable to believe anything.

"I…I'm dreaming, aren't I?" He asked himself, asked Ludwig. "I'm still in my house…with a fever…"

Ludwig lifted up one of his hands and held his cheek, Feliciano's eyes growing wider. Slowly, he lifted his hands to hold onto his hand and arm, the tears seemingly stopping. Germany smiled before leaning in to kiss the Italian, the final snap into reality. For some reason, he didn't taste like pizza. When they pulled away, he saw Feliciano's eyes water even more, the blush marks now overtaking those of his fever.

"…Doitsu…" He whispered.

"I still don't remember everything…but I'm back." He answered.

Feliciano's weak grip on his arm tried its best to tighten itself as he smiled at those words, the tears glowing beautifully in the moonlight.

/=OMAKE (I)=/

It took two weeks for the fever to retract itself. As Germany predicted, Romano had the fever as well, but it was being absorbed by Feliciano because he had been mentally weakened by what had happened with Holy Roman Empire. Before the end of the month, everything had basically gone back to normal.

"So then…how are you memories?" Alfred asked him.

"They're still coming in slowly…but right now I'm focusing on Feliciano." Ludwig answered. "He's being clingy as always."

"Hey, that's Italy right? He's been clinging onto your sleeve since Day One!"

"OK, I won't say that…"

They heard a collapse in the other room, forcing the both of them to their feet. Germany quickly dashed to the other side, his face plastered with shock. On the floor was Feliciano, shivering rapidly and breathing heavily. Alfred entered the room and saw as he quickly ran to his side.

"Feliciano? Feliciano!" He called to him. "Hey, talk to me!"

"…Doitsu…" He whispered, near unconsciousness. "It…it hurts, Doitsu…"

"It's OK. I got you…"

Feliciano smiled before dropping his head. Germany panicked as he quickly lifted his limp body up from the floor, muttering on how he was going to have to carry him back to his house. Alfred watched with concern on his face, until he heard a quiet…yet extremely pleased "ve~~~".

SON OF A BASTARD'S FAKING IT?

/=OMAKE (II)=/

"Um…Liara…I need to speak to you."

"Eh?" She turned around. "Oh…dad. What's up?"

Arthur looked down in a bit of embarrassment, thousands of thoughts rapidly running through his head. She was American, and from what he can deduce Americans were very emotion when it came to same-sex couples. He wanted to tell her the truth, he never wanted to lie to his daughter again, but…what if she didn't want anything to do with him after knowing the truth?

"Um…I need…to tell you something."

"OK. What is it?" She fixed her robe.

"…I'm…gay."

"Gay."

"And I'm in a loving relationship with Alfred."

"You're dating Alfred."

"Um…yes. Yes, that's the truth." He looked up. "Look, he loves me and I love him too. You can have your own opinion, I won't object, but I just…I didn't want to lie to you."

Liara stared at her father with a blank look on her face before nodding a few times and walking away from him. Arthur immediately started worrying as he watched her approach Poland and begin a casual conversation with him. Halfway through, he looked completely shocked on what she said, making Arthur worry even more.

And then he saw him grumble and slap a twenty dollar bill in her hand.

/=+=/

OK, NOW this is the end! I want to bring out a couple of thank yous, so I decided to bring out the whole cast to read it out for me! Guys?

China- Of course, aru! The first dedication goes out to the songs, "Perfect Star, Perfect Style" by Perfume and "Meteor Shower" by Owl City. These two songs have allowed Mitsuki to come up with the plot of this story, aru! Mitsuki would also like me to state that the AMV of "Perfect Star, Perfect Style" was also a factor of this story, and will be given thanks as well, aru.

Japan- Mitsuki-san will also like to reach out her hand of appreciation to Marvel, Yu Yu Hakusho and specifically the X-Men, for giving her the ideas of our super powers. She wanted a wide range of diversity among our abilities, and had thought for days before she began to write this story.

England- Another thank you goes to Wikipedia, for giving Mitsuki the information needed to sort out the specifics of the story, the major events being that of Holy Roman Empire and national dialects of certain countries.

America- And while we're at it, a thank you goes to Google Translate for giving her all the translations of all the attacks and lines that were mentioned in our event!

Spain- While we're at it, a specific thank you goes to Suzume Yasu, who has given her a clear translation for my Spanish phrases. Of course, we can conclude that Mitsuki isn't quite the good translator as we thought.

Oh, shut up.

Russia- Of course, she would also like to thank Hidekaz Himaruya for creating the Hetalia series, for without Hetalia, there would be no "Holy Roman Empire".

Germany- Must you say that so morbidly?

Russia- Kolkolkol…

Italy- And a big THANK YOU! goes out to all of you, who have been reading every step of the way! Without you, she probably would have taken the story off the site…ve~? Take it off?

Well, yeah. I thought no one would read it at first. The premise was really random, you know…

France- And yet look at the following. Hm, we should really make a gracious exit.

But of course! EVERYONE! WE'RE ALL SINGING MARUKAITE CHIKYUU!

Romano- NO! I REFUSE! I am not doing that!

You can't say no, Romano! The fans want you too!

Romano- NO! I am not doing it! And there's nothing you can do that can convince me otherwise!

All right…if that's how you're going to work it…

Romano- W-what's with that look for? H-hey, get away from me!

*Mitsuki rapidly pulls Romano's curl as the others come together to sing Marukaite Chikyuu*

All right then! Mitsuki…OUT!