[Again Lithuania fights down the urge to act as if it's their first time meeting. She obviously knows him.]

I'm afraid I don't remember... Well, anything before--ah, before I was wherever they took me.

[Before they operated on him, stole his legs and a piece of his brain and left him with these half-useless limbs and a completely useless memory bank.]

[Lithuania looks down at the girl, confusion written blatantly across his face. There's not an ounce of recognition, and yet she seems so worried about him. He stands mute for a few moments while he tries to decide what to say.]

I--something happened, and I can't--

[Is it really safe to be telling everyone who happens to recognize him he can't remember anything? But this is only a little girl...]

I can't remember you, Miss. Or a-anything else.

[Lithuania looks up only after a moment of mentally reminding himself that someone is calling his name. There's no recognition in Lithuania's eyes, but plenty of concern and certainly an honest attempt at trying to associate this face with anything at all.

There's nothing, though. Yet another stranger who probably isn't, someone who knows his name while he doesn't have any idea who they are.]

Um. Yes?

W-well--ah!

[Lithuania's attempt at gesturing is cut off by his arm coming loose. He goes about trying to push it back into place.]

I was told I was experimented on, and--well, I remember the operation, I was awake for i-it, but because of--s-something they did...

[Every time he has to explain this he can't help but remember the actual incident.]

I c-can't remember anything before the surgery. A girl inside w-who had also been experimented on told me my name and a little bit about things, b-but...

[He still has no idea who he's even talking to.]

[Lithuania shifts toward the boy running toward him. The sharp movement dislodges one of his arms, which falls off entirely. He grabs it before it hits the ground, though.]

Oh, um...

[Well, he's obviously not okay, given how he's attempting to reattach his robotic arm.]

I could be worse?

[He's not sure who he's talking to, either. Obviously someone who knows him, but nothing else.]

W-well, my arms were replaced. A-and my legs. And I can't remember anything. That's pretty much it, for right now.

[Arm reattachment successful!]