Memories

Life One, Act Three

Chapter Summary: "He's right. We'll protect each other, no matter what!" - Arthur Kirkland, England. "It's almost Christmas! We could go skiing or sleigh riding down the hill!" - Fredrick Oxenstierna. "Arthur! Get the first aid kit, quickly!" - Cecilia Ricci.

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"Okay!"

Without waiting for a reply, Mongolia let the memory continue.

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Two and a Half Weeks Later

Honey brown eyes watched the car park in the garage. "Mom and Dad are home!" Phuong shouted loud enough for her siblings to hear. Kiku immediately stood beside her, obsidian eyes filled to the brim with anxiety. "Oh~ One of them's the same age as us, Hugo!" Peter exclaimed as he recalled what Feliciano read aloud a few hours ago.

Name: Tino Väinämöinen

Birthday: December 8

Age: Seven years old

Cheerful. Cares for his family a lot.

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Name: Berwald Oxenstrierna

Birthday: May 6

Age: Nine years old

Stoic but cares deeply for his family.

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Name: Fredrick Oxenstierna

Birthday: June 10

Age: Three years old

Looks up to his brother and cousin but vehemently tries to deny it.

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"Mom! Welcome home!" Yao greeted his parents at the door. He was curious who the additional pair of children with her were.

"Hi there!" a blond boy came up to him. "I'm Tino!" he seemed happy. His bright blue eyes looked to his left as he pointed to the other boys. "Berwald's the one with blond hair." Said boy looked at him, cold blue eyes narrowing under a pair of glasses. "The platinum blond boy is Lukas. He and his brother were just admitted into the orphanage..."

Lukas walked up to them, sea blue eyes studying his new family. "If you hurt my brother..." the threat loomed over their heads. "We're family now!" Feliciano chirped as he skipped over to them. "We have each other's back!" Arthur walked at a more sedate pace. "He's right. We'll protect each other, no matter what!"

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Scotland's hair covered his eyes. His hold on the remote was frighteningly tight, it was a wonder the remote hadn't broken yet. Ireland looked to the side, teeth clenched so hard he was bleeding. America stood beside him, glaring at the desk. There were tears in his eyes.

Australia and New Zealand tried to keep Wy from hurting herself. Her fists were beginning to bleed from how tightly they held her sketchbook. Hutt River was no different. France had a solemn look on his face.

"Scotland..." Germany's tired voice pulled them out of their depressed states. Scotland breathed heavily as he pressed the play button.

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