It had been a few years since the events at the mansion had happened. To Italy, it sometimes seemed like it was one of those 'animes' that Japan or America had forced the group to watch. To England, it felt as if it was a book he had read once. But alas, it had actually happened.

The weirdest, and maybe most horrifying, thing was that no one else could remember. Italy and England wanted to protect them. Forever.

The meetings were a safe space for the scarred duo. No memories haunted them whilst they were in them. It was like the safe room in the mansion. Though, sometimes they might see a snapshot of a situation they faced.

The meeting today was weird to say the least. For some odd reason, everyone could get along. No arguments or fights broke out and they could now all see a man who called himself Canada.

"Itary-san? Are you ok?" Japan asked the scarred Italian with a concerned look in his eyes. Italy silently cursed, realising that he let the mask slip.

"Nothing's wrong, Japan!" Italy replied with the falsest smile he could muster; His eyebrows barely furrowed. Japan then moved on to England and asked the same question. Italy realised that Prussia was watching him intensely, lookin for the crack in the Italian's mask.

It then finally hit Italy, those two finally remembered. The north Italian winced, knowing what was going to happen at the end of the meeting. Him and his (still) blind friend were going to have a lot of explaining to do . . .

***

Word count: 264

This is so bad but I had nothing else to upload so here you go? Do you feel the feels now, Readers?
;-; I don't have many friends

I'm always open to constructive criticism so give me it if you think I need it!