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England's POV

As Italy predicted, the others visit. They get here when Italy and I get to 3 or 4 chapters in, switching who's reading each chapter. I had quickly seen why my past self liked reading so much.

The whole world except for Feli and me had faded away as we had read. I wouldn't mind spending days just reading, even without Feli being here with me. Of course, I don't mind his presence at all. I find myself liking his voice more and more every time he reads a chapter.

When the others from yesterday arrive, Feli gets a tissue and sticks it in the book before closing it.

"Hey Artie!" says one of them. The Loud One.

"Hello...The name's Alfred, right?" I say. He nods, grinning.

"Bonjour, Angletterre. How are you today?" asks another one. The Frog.

Why I think "The Frog," I have no idea. I don't even remember what a frog looks like. The name just kind of hopped into my head... I internally laugh at the frog pun.

"I'm doing well...Francis." he smirks at Alfred, probably because I seem more confident about his name. "Or maybe it's Frog," was the the instinctive response to the smirk that I say before I can stop myself. I curse my instead mentally-I'm glad I didn't forget the curse words I knew, they seem very useful-and hope I didn't just get rid of one of the people that came to make sure I'm okay.

He puts an hand over his chest dramatically. "You offend me, Angleterre!" he says jokingly.

"Frog isn't even a name," Alfred says, seeming confused. No one answers him, leaving him to figure out that it wasn't a serious comment on his own.

I smile, glad he wasn't genuinely insulted. I barely know him anymore, and it won't do any good to offend someone I may as well have just met for practically nothing.

"I'm glad you're okay," says the last one. The One That Doesn't Give Me a Headache.

"I'm glad to see you again, Matthew," I say. I see some look cross the boy's face, but it passes too quickly for me tell what it is, so I mentally shrug it off for now.

"How long has Italy been here?" France asks.

"A couple hours," I answer. "We've been reading."

"Oh. I don't really like reading all that much," America says. "But it's great if you do, dude!" he hurries to say at France's warning look.

I laugh. "It's a good distraction," I say. "You know, from the boredom, confusion, and the pain anytime the painkillers start to wear off."

"That's similar to the reasons you liked to read before as well," Francis says. "In case it helps, music was always another thing you liked."

"I'll keep that in mind," I reply, making a mental note of that, "thanks."

"Unfortunately the three of us have to go," Matthew says quietly. "Our bosses say we have to be going back..."

"Oh," I say, a little bit disappointed.

"But we couldn't leave without saying bye," America adds loudly.

"Makes sense," I say. "Well I hope you get lots of work done."

Something tells me that I should doubt that.

"We also have to tell you that some other nations are going to be dropping in over the next couple weeks," Matthew says. I can tell he's the only one who remembered this information by the momentary flashes of confusion and then realization over the other two's faces.

"Oh okay. Thank you, Matthew."

"I'll call you every day!" America shouts before leaving.

"I'll call you as well if you'd like," Francis says. He doesn't speak as loud as Alfred, but still a little bit louder than I'd like.

"Yeah, sure," I reply.

Francis nods and leaves.

"I'll text you tomorrow," Canada says at a reasonable volume, if a little bit quieter.

I smile. "Okay. Have a safe trip home."

Canada sends me a small smile back before leaving.

It's silent for a moment. According to Feli, those three and I were really close before I lost my memories. They clearly still care about me and are disappointed to have to leave. But if the people that have supposedly known me for a long time are gone, then how much would Italy be allowed to stay.

"England? Is something wrong?" I look up and see Feliciano looking at me worriedly.

"I was just wondering...how much longer will you be able to stay?"

"I'm not sure," he answers after a moment. "My boss will probably want me back soon."

I frown, but he grins at me reassuringly. "But let's not worry about that yet. I'm here now! I'll ask my fratello if he can do my work for me until you're able to leave the hospital."

"What is a fratello?" I ask. The word sounds familiar, but it's probably Italian, and can only remember a handful of words in languages other than English (and even my English vocabulary isn't as great as it once was, according to one of the doctors who had apparently treated me before).

"Oh, it means brother," Feli explains. "In this case I was referring to my older brother, Romano."

For some reason, the words "big brother" brought back a memory. Not a complete one or even a visual one, but instead just the smell of what I could tell was the forest, and yelling that's too quiet for me to make out out, but obviously yelling nonetheless.

It quickly passes, and I push it to the back of my mind to think about later.

"Want to continue reading?" Feliciano asks.

I smile at him. "Yes, I would like that...It's my turn, but would you mind reading instead?" I don't want him to stop talking, but I also want to read so... it's the-whats the word? Reasonable? No, thats not the word I'm looking for...-solution

"Sì!" Feliciano says. He opens the book and finds where we left off, continuing to read.

Feliciano's POV

I continue to read. I blush slightly as he leans on my side. At first I think he might have fallen asleep, but a quick glance shows me that he is awake. I don't think he notices that he's doing it.

I'm fairly certain that England would never have done that when he had his memories. Is letting him do something he wouldn't do with memories wrong? Selfish? Would it be taking advantage of his condition?

"Feli?" The nickname never fails to bring a slight blush to my face. I look at England questioningly.

"You look..." England pauses, probably looking for the right word. He continues, seeming frustrated, probably at not finding the right word. "...like you're trying to make a troubling decision."

I shake my head. "It's not a big deal. It's just... would you consider it a lie or betrayal if I didn't tell you how different you acted when you had your memories?"

England looks at me, as if trying to find out what was causing me to ask the question. "Depends. Why would you choose not to tell me?"

"Maybe... maybe I just..." I try to think of the best way to say it. "Maybe I don't want you to... act the same way you would have again?"

"It seems a little bit selfish, but I don't think it's betrayal." He pauses, then continues speaking again. "I think I still have the instincts and habits of my old self, but I've been trying to ignore them so far. I don't see why knowing what I was like will make me be like that."

I look at him curiously. "What kind of habits and instincts do you still have?"

"Calling France a Frog was one. Then sometimes I'll just push away feelings for no reason."

"Which feelings?" I ask.

England shrugs. "I don't know what they're called. It's kind of frustrating."

"I can try and find the word for them if you can describe them to me," I suggest.

"I was meaning to ask you about them," England replies, and then thinks about how to describe them. "Well there's two. They're both kind of like happiness, but not really... one is kind of like happiness at a possibility, or the future."

I think for a moment. "I think you're describing hope."

"The word sounds right," he says.

"What's the second one?" I prompt.

"Well... it's really hard to explain. It's linked to a person. It's kind like a bunch of emotions put together that don't seem liked they'd work together."

I frown, thinking. "Like what emotions?"

"Happiness and nervousness, fear and confidence, hesitant and trusting, uncomfortable and relaxed..." he trails off, looking at me.

"You said it's linked to a person, no?"

"Do you know the feeling?"

"Sì, I think I do. Can you tell me who it's linked to? You don't have to, of course."

He seems debate with himself for a second. "It's you."

I feel my face heat up with what was probably an incredibly obvious blush.

Arthur looks at me, seeming a bit worried. "Feli? Are you okay?"

"I-I'm alright," I say. "I'm just a little bit surprised."

"Why are you surprised?" England asks. "Is that emotion not good or something?"

"That's not it at all!" I rush to say. "It's one of my favorite emotions."

"Then what's wrong?"

I shake my head. "Nothing. It's just that if you had memories you would never admit something like that. According to France, it's caused you a lot pain in the past."

"If it causes pain, then why do you consider it good?" England asks, confused.

I sigh. "Because except for the pain, it's the best thing I've ever felt."

He looks at me as if trying to figure something out. "Would you mind telling me what it's called?"

"Oh, right. It's what people call being in love."

He pauses, as if seeing if that feels right, before nodding. "And what should I do now that I know I'm in love?"

How do I answer a question like this?

"Everyone reacts differently to it, like any other emotion," I say finally. "There's not exactly a right or wrong way to love someone."

Arthur is silent for a moment. "What is your advice?"

"I..." I pause. "I don't know if you should ask me that. I did just talk to you about not telling you things and acting selfishly."

He meets my eyes. "I trust you, Feli. I have no idea what to do at this point."

I swallow. Arthur trusts me enough to advise him about love. No pressure or anything.

"There's only really two things you can do. You can push it way and ignore it for now, or you can try and see if the other person feels the same way."

"And if you feel the same way, what would happen?" Arthur asks.

"Well, that depends on the situation. A best case scenario would probably be that we'd start...dating."

"And what do people who are dating do?"

"Depends on the couple," I say. "Some people might not change much while others might kiss and hold hands, and some couples do more. I'd suggest just seeing what works."

He doesn't ask for further explaination. "Okay, so... do you feel the same way?"

I blush slightly. "...Sì," I admit.

He smiles, and my heart skips a beat. "Okay! So you said best case scenario would be us dating?"

"...Yes," I say. "But I don't know if this is a best case scenario. I'd be a little bit uncomfortable dating you when you don't have your memories."

England frowns. "Well I don't want want to make you uncomfortable. But I don't see why me not having my memories will change much when it comes to being in love."

"What if you change your mind when you start to get your memories back?" I ask hesitantly.

He looks at me thoughtfully before seeming to come to a decision. "If you don't want to date, we won't."

"Maybe we can be boyfriends or something once your memories start coming back," I say after a second. "For now... well I don't know. I want you to be happy. Do what you want, I'll let you know if I want you to stop."

"But we'll still just call each other friends?" England checks.

"If you'd rather not have a label for now, that's okay too," I suggest. "We can decide based on what happens from here."

England is silent for a moment. "I kind of like the idea of being a label for now. But my instincts tell me that if the other nations ask I should say we're friends...."

"Whatever you choose to tell the others I'll go along with," I say.

He smiles. "Okay. I'll decide while we read more."

"Okay." I open the book again, looking at it again.

As I'm reading the book, Arthur leans onto me, resting his head on my shoulder, and I'm almost certain that this time he is aware of it.

So I told a lot of people that we'd update chapter three my Monday. Clearly that didn't happen, so instead we're updating two chapters today. These two chapters were written by me and edited by Ginto. The next to will be written by them and edited by me.
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-England