So, thanks for the pick-up, guys! I feel better now :) So, this is going to be the last chapter. No smut, unfortunately. I might end up doing smut later for a few one-shots, but right now...yeah.

Oh, and I accept requests. Just PM me, I'll do any pairing, any type of story. I'm definitely open to any rating, also. :)

So, the explanation is veerrrrryyyy elaborate and stupid. Bear with me here :) I had this idea for it...so, don't flame bout it, just reeeaaaad! :DDDD I know this is crappy, but I really tried...:( But please, just for right now, if you didn't like it, don't review. I think one more flame would make me upset again...for now, of course. Later, however, I'll easily accept flames~

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.

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Lovino, now thirteen, sat comfortably at the kitchen table, scarfing down some tomatoes before school. If his damned alarm clock worked, he could have woken up sooner. Finishing up, he grabbed his backpack and started towards the door when his eye caught something. How had he never noticed it before? It was a small, probably leading to the attic, door in the hallway to his right. Glancing around, he decided he could always miss first period. Who needed math anyway?

When he reached up for the string, he furrowed his brows and cursed as he realized he was too short. Damn his height. Jumping, he managed to wrap three fingers around the tiny string and pulled. Down came a small staircase that looked about as stable as a creaky wooden bridge over an abyss. Taking his backpack off, he ascended up the stairs warily. When he finally got up there, he looked around.

"Shit...I can't see anything..." He whispered angrily, then thought for a second before pulling out his shitty cellphone and using the faint glowing light from that to see better. Not well, but better. He just couldn't seem to find a light switch. What he saw made him gasp. So many...old...antiques...

There was a large, old-looking axe in the corner that was bigger than he was. In another corner was a pirate costume that didn't exactly look like a costume. It looked far too fancy and...used...to be a costume. He didn't think that was fake blood on the sleeve, either. Surrounding him were things, all looking older than he was. However, a box in the corner labeled 'Lovino's things' made him curious.

He crawled to the box and opened it, shining his phone in. What he expected was just clothes he'd outgrown, maybe old toys, but certaintly not what he found. An old, tannish coloured uniform. A gun...? Was it his old toy one? Picking it up, he knew immediately that it wasn't his old second grade toy. Digging deeper, he found a few more things before he found a journal. Furrowing his brows, he opened the cover shakily. He didn't remember having a diary, that's for sure.

Some of the entry dates shocked him. Sure, it was a big book, but...why would the first date in the book be January first...1899? Was this just another antique? Then why did it have his name on it? Hundreds of thoughts raced through his head at one hundred miles an hour as he read.

It mentioned a 'Spain' character. The nation? Maybe this Lovino lived there...then why was he referring to Spain as 'he'? Continuing to read, he soon became even more confused and yet somehow interested. It kept mentioning the nation Italy, too...a few of the later dates complained about the 'potato bastard'. This made no sense. Deciding to confront Antonio about this mispacking, he grabbed the journal and shakily made his way down the shaking stairs. When he reached solid ground, he attempted about four times to shut the attic before shrugging and walking to Antonio's room.

Walking in, he saw Antonio asleep, practically mummified in his blankets. He scoffed and set the journal down, then shook him. Getting no response, he sighed.

"I haven't done this since I was six..." He muttered, remembering those younger days when he could scream at Antonio and the other would think it was adorable. Unfortunately, the Spaniard still did that. Lovino took a deep breath, wondering if he could do it, but then jumped right on top of the other and yelled loudly.

"Hey! Wake up, tomato bastard!" He yelled, then smirked as Antonio jerked awake, mumbling in rapid, garbled...he assumed Spanish. Antonio had taught him Spanish when he was a child, and he could pick out a few words of the mans speech. He caught the words 'pan tostado' and 'tortuga', which roughly translate to toast and turtle. When Antonio finally stopped speaking random gibberish, he rubbed his head.

"Ouch, Lovi...why'd you do tha-Lovi, it's nine o'clock! You're late for school!" He yelled, throwing off the sheets and standing up, getting dressed. He froze, however, when he saw the journal. The old cover, with Lovino's name engraved in silver in the upper left hand corner. Opening it, he flipped through the old pages with a wistful look. He hadn't seen it since he packed up...his things...

"Hey, bastard. I was up in the attic and I found all this shit, and that was in a box of my stuff. Or, what was labeled my stuff. Labeled incorrectly, too. It's weird. None of my actual stuff is in the box, anyway." He said, and he barely registered Antonio's look of regret and sadness as he ran his thumb over the cover of the old leather journal. "...bastard."

"Lovi...you n-need to get to school. I have some...stuff to get ready for...stuff that I've been trying to postpone. Just walk, it's not too far." Antonio suggested, eyes still trained on the journal. Lovino scoffed and plopped down on the soft bed. Antonio sighed softly. He knew that saying that wouldn't make the teen want to go. He was probably curious.

"Antonio, tell me what the fuck that shit up there is. Some of that stuff looked like it belonged in a damned museum!" He yelled, confused. Antonio sat down next to the Italian, still holding the book in his left hand. Lovino glared at Antonio and Antonio shot Lovi a sideways glance.

"Lovi, there are things I haven't told you yet, and I'm not totally sure how to without confusing you. So...I guess we should start with the attic." He said, standing up and taking Lovino back to the attic. Lovino furrowed his brows and then rolled his eyes as Spain flipped a light switch, brightening up the dusty room far better than his phone did. How come he didn't see that? It was right there!

Antonio smiled a little. "It's been a long time since I've come up here...I remember there I got that cut...damn Kirkland." He said softly, fingering a large slice in the pirate costume, right around the wrist in the left arm. Looking at Antonio's wrist, he could make out a jagged scar in his skin. Lovino's eyes widened. Antonio walked over to the axe, and though it looked extremely heavy, he picked it up with ease and tossed it from hand to hand. "I did so much with this..."

"Care to explain? What the fuck is this stuff? There's no way...did you inherit this stuff or something?" He asked, although that still didn't explain the scar and matching tear. Antonio took a deep breath and reached into an old wooden box, taking out a painted picture, very good, of him back in his conquering days and in his arms was a huffy Lovi. He hadn't gotten tomatoes that morning, and he wasn't ready to pose for a picture. Especially for that long. Antonio had to promise fresh pick of the harvest for him when they got home for him to calm down and quit trying to scare the artist away with (probably) empty threats.

Lovino's eyes widened. That kid in the guys arms...looked so much like him. Exactly like him when he was smaller, actually. Lovino spoke carefully, not totally sure of what to say to this. "So...why didn't you just get a picture taken? It would have worked better, ass." He said, believing Antonio got this done when he was a toddler. Antonio set the picture down gently, afraid of breaking it, as it was so old.

"See...Lovi, you know that on the earth, there are pieces of land designated as nations-" He began, and Lovino groaned.

"Do I get to stay home from school just to get a world geography lesson?" He said, resting his head in his hand and Antonio chuckled a little, shaking his head. He wasn't sure at all how to explain this, as he'd never really had to do this kind of thing before. He was sure any of the other nations could explain it better than he could. He was going to confuse the hell out of Lovino. He hoped he could do it well enough to where he at least understood.

"No, no, nothing like that. Well, those nations have representatives. Not...human...representatives, but actually nations. We...they...are the human personification of the nations. For example...your uncle Feli is Italy." He said, earning a wide-eyed look from Lovi. Lovino, however, wasn't thinking that this confused him, he was wondering that if uncle Feli was Italy, then the Italy mentioned in the journal was his uncle? None of this made and sense to him, but he decided to let the Spaniard continue.

"Well, I'm Spain." Antonio told him, journal in his lap. Lovino kept glancing at it, wondering why Antonio was holding it so close. He decided to wait, since the longer he listened, the more he found out. There was no way any of this was true. How could land have a person? Did they get sick by pollution? If there's an earthquake, would they just start to shake? But the unnaturally serious look on Antonio's face told him he was not joking. But he still didn't see what this had to do with him, other than his gaurdian was, or might be(he still hadn't decided if this wasn't just some elaborately planned joke) a nation.

"And you...are South Italy. Your uncle Feli isn't your uncle, either, he's your brother." Antonio said, and Lovino clenched a fist. How dare Antonio think it funny to mess with Lovino like this! He knew all of this was completely impossible, it went against almost everything he'd ever learned or believed in.

"Fuck you. This isn't funny! I'd rather be in school than have to telling me all this shit! I'm normal, you ass! And so are you!" He yelled, grabbing his backpack and running out of the attic. Antonio put his head in his hands and took a long, deep breath. Lovino didn't believe him, probably because he was terrible at explaining this. He wondered if there was some way to prove this...

He sat there in the attic for about three or four hours, puzzling and puzzling til his puzzler was sore. ((I'm watching How the Grinch Stole Christmas, so...)) When he finally came up with a good idea, he stood up amd made his way down the creaky stairs, getting on the phone and making a few phone calls to a few select people. Maybe he could jog Lovino's memory...

When Lovino got home from school, he opened the door and raised an eyebrow when he saw lights off. Antonio usually forgot to turn any of the lights off, so why did he remember? It kind of worried him, but he shrugged it off. At least he could look forward to grabbing a tomato and chillling on his soft, comfortable bed. He went into the kitchen and was surprised to find that Antonio wasn't in there like usual, making him churros for when he woke up from his siesta. He grabbed a tomato and hummed in thought. Where could Antonio be? Maybe he was out shopping for the stuff to make churros? Either way, he was slightly grateful for the peace and quiet.

When he reached his door, he paused. He could've sworn he heard a shuffling sound inside. But that was impossible. Antonio knew well enough that no one except himself was allowed inside of his room. So...unless Antonio decided he wanted to remove an arm courtesy of Lovino, there was an intruder.

On the other side of the door, there were a few people, Antonio himself included, of course. Along with him were Feliciano, Arthur(for reasons Antonio loathed himself for needing), and Ludwig. Ludwig was only there for emotional support, since Feliciano practically begged him to come. Okay, so it was begging. But it obviously worked and Ludwig was here, by Feliciano's side.

Lovino opened the door to his room cautiously, growling. He opened his mouth to scare out the intruder, and he saw Uncle Feli, Uncle Ludwig, Antonio, and that British guy Antonio would never really let him meet. He stopped in the doorway, tomato still halfway to his mouth with a bite already taken out of it. He swallowed what he had in his mouth and glared at the four men in his room. He had wanted to take a siesta and he couldn't do it with so many people in his room.

"Lovi, you know everyone except for Arthur. Be nice, he's here to help." Antonio said, and had to choke out the be nice part. He himself still held a grudge for the pirate days, but he decided to let that go, only for today. He needed Arthur's supposed magic or whatever to help Lovino remember. It was obvious that just telling Lovino these things would be no use. He would have to tell him about the reincarnation part, but the rest...moving on, Antonio plopped on the bed and motioned for Lovino to come sit next to him. Lovino hesitated before slowly sitting next tohim and glancing around.

"Um...why are you bastards in my room?" That was the first question Lovino had to ask, since the fact that they were in his room pissed him off. Antonio chuckled a little and smiled.

"That doesn't matter right now. And you really need to pick up this mess!" Antonio chided, earning a glare and a light shove from Lovino. Antonio decided to continue. "Lovi, I have something to show you. But you have to stay with me, okay? It's really interesting!" Antonio told him, and Lovino rolled his eyes. Whatever Antonio had to show him probably wasn't as batshit insane as what he'd told him that morning. Seriously. Who the fuck would be that gullible? Apparently Antonio.

"Arthur..." Antonio said, and Arthur nodded, taking out some black and white powder. Lovino raised an eyebrow.

"What is that, crack and opium?" He asked, earning a scoff from the Englishman. Lovino rolled his eyes and then coughed as Arthur poured the black powder into his hand and blew it towards Lovino. Lovino whispered something about the pretty colours and then fell back onto the bed, asleep. Antonio took Lovino's hand and smiled as Arthur blew the white powder onto his face. He giggled, actually giggled, and then passed out next to Lovino. Arthur wiped his hands off and sighed.

"They'll wake up soon." He said, and then hesitated. He looked over at the two, sleeping, and then looked at Feliciano. "Yes, they'll wake up in a few hours. Give it time." He said, and then he left. Feliciano sat down in the comfy chair next to the bed, in Ludwig's lap, and yawned.

"Ve...I need a siesta, Luddy! Wake me up in a few hours!" And with that he fell asleep too. Ludwig sighed. He laid Feli down carefully and stood up, sitting on the opposite side of the bed, taking out his phone and playing Tetris. Why not?

Lovino groaned and blinked awake, and what he saw above him wasn't ceiling. It was foliage. Looking around, he was surrounded by trees and flowers. There was a forest next to where they lived, but certaintly not like this. He'd been in that forest multiple times, walked it through and through, but he'd never seen this part. Looking next to him, he gaped when he saw Antonio. He growled and shook the man awake.

"Oi, bastard! Bastard!" He yelled, and Antonio jerked awake.

"Ah! Lovi, don't do that again!" He said, sitting up and yawning. He glanced around and his eyes widened. He remembered this forest...all too well...he stood up and began to walk in the direction of his old friend's house. When he reached the edge of the forest, he stopped and allowed Lovino to catch up. Austria's old house. He remembered it and judging by what England told him would happen, he knew this day. He turned to Lovino, who looked more confused than ever.

"Lovi, I want to show you a few things. You have to trust me. You won't believe me otherwise." He said, earning a scoff and nod from Lovino. Not only was he confused, he was annoyed. He still hadn't gotten to eat his churros, and a day without churros was like a day without...breathing. Okay, not exactly.

"So, where the fuck are we? Is this a dream? Why are you here? Oh Dios, it's not a dream, it's a nightmare. Antonio, answer me! Why isn't this a house I recognize if it's my dream?" He inquired angrily, crossing his arms and he stopped walking, standing stock still. Antonio paused. Once again, he wasn't sure how to explain this. So, he leaned against a tree and began to try.

"Arthur put us to sleep...follow me on this, Lovi. You're dreaming about your memories, and I'm in them to explain. Lovi...you...you may be thirteen years old physically, but technically...you are centuries old. I wasn't joking about the nations thing. I'm Spain...Arthur is Britain...Ludwig is Germany, and Feliciano is Northern Italy. The reason you don't know any of this is...years back, you were an adult. You were a lovely person, though you could have cussed less. But you...um...died, and you came back as you!" He told him. Okay, his explanation was awful. He hoped it made enough sense.

Lovino paused and you could almost see the wheels in his head turning. Some of this actually made sense. Lovino stopped for a second as a revelation hit him. So, Antonio didn't fucking...he didn't want to take care of him because he was him, he wanted to take care of him because he was, or might have been, a friend of his years ago? Lovino was beyond pissed. He felt like punching a wall. Deciding on the next best thing, he turned and ran. Ignoring Antonio's pleas to stop, he continued to run.

After he made sure he was far enough away, he sat down on the ground and sighed. Lovino was about to curse like a sailor and hope Antonio heard it until he heard footsteps. Hiding behind a tree, as he watched, the person he expected to run up didn't. What he saw was a tiny figure with a curl just like his, and even in the same place, wearing a little maids dress with tears in his(her?) eyes run up and plop down into the leaves. They looked exactly like Lovino himself did when he was a toddler. It was confusing, but he shrugged. For some reason, all the shit he'd heard in the past fourteen hours was just as stupid as this. He felt a sneeze coming on and tried to stop it, but couldn't. He sneezed loudly and then waited for the small child to turn towards him, then was confused when the child didn't. Maybe it was because this was a dream or memory or what-fucking-ever. Then he heard a small, Italian accented voice speak.

"D-Damn bastard...doesn't even want me..." The child sounded like a girl, but he didn't think it was a girl. He took the words in and wondered who he was talking about. His eyes widened as he saw a tall man whose silouhette looked a lot like...Antonio's. When the figure got closer, he realized it was Antonio, just...different. He was wearing clothes that looked like some of the ones he'd seen in the attic. The man knelt down next to the small boy and whispered to him, and finally he caught some of the words.

"Lovi, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I don't want to trade you!" The Antonio person said. The Lovino child glared at the man before looking like he gave up and leaned into the man, scoffing and muttering something incomprehensible. After they got up and left, Lovino sat down and closed his eyes. He heard Antonio calling for him faintly in the background. He didn't know what to do anymore.

"God...I know we haven't talked in a long while, but...if I really am whoever he says I am...help me remember so I don't feel so confused." And at that exact moment, he felt a sharp pain in the back of his mind. He could bear it at first, then it became more and more intense. He gasped before he saw images flash through his head. First he saw a man, holding what looked like Feliciano as a child. Then he saw that man carry Feliciano child away, leaving him behind. Then he saw many other images, and the last image he saw was a hand putting a gun to his head. He realized it was about sundown now, and so it must have taken his mind an hour or so to finish up it's little picture show. His eyes snapped open, wider than saucers, and he was breathing very heavy, as though he'd just run a marathon.

"So...it wasn't a joke?" He whispered, looking around.

He stood up to go talk to Antonio...

When Feliciano woke up from his siesta, he stretched and gasped when he didn't see Ludwig. When he saw Ludwig asleep on the floor, he giggled. Apparently everyone took a little siesta! When he looked at Lovino and Antonio, Lovino had a soft smile on his face along with a relaxed look, and Antonio was grinning from ear to ear. It was so cute!

"Ve~ fratello, you look so cute!" He said softly, smiling. "Luddy! Look! Look!" He whispered, shaking his favorite German awake. Ludwig groaned and blinked his eyes open, glancing around. Ludwig stood up and rubbed his head. Looking at the couple on the bed, apparently everything was fine, especially when he saw them start to awaken. Ludwig took Feliciano's hand and spoke softly.

"Feli, we should leave. I'm sure they'll want to be alone when they wake up..."

And with that they left, Feliciano looking forward to the pasta that he would make.