"Francis did you realize that Alfred was extremely light?" Arthur asked seriously. "Did you notice that Alfred felt ridiculously light for his age and height when you carried him? Matthew is far heavier than he is and much closer to a normal weight than Alfred."

"Oui, perhaps there is more to the diary entries than we have been led to believe. He is unnaturally skinny, I think I felt his bones when I carried him! Our son is not okay Arthur!" Francis exclaimed. "We need to have a private conversation with Alfred tomorrow and Matthew should not be left out. I hope he does not had an eating disorder but the knot in the pit of my stomach is telling me other wise."

France and England walked back solemnly to the meeting room where everyone was waiting for them. The food had been cleared from the table and the remaining nations all had serious looks on their faces excluding Italy who looked more worried and Russia was a bit hard to decipher. France and England say down in the their chairs, everyone waiting for someone else to start the conversation.

"Germany are we bullies?" Italy blurted out. "Ve~ because I don't want to be a bully."

"Perhaps we are Italy, perhaps now is the time to reflect on our actions and see think about what we have done in regards to the young Amerika and maybe even Kanada. Does anyone have any vivid memory of Kanada?" German questioned. "I don't quite know who he is."

"Canada- san will sometimes play video games with America- kun and I if we go to his New York apartment," Japan offered. "He is usually very competitive when competing with his brother but it appears to be a friendly rivalry."

"I believe that they are very close friends with my brother Prussia who often goes over to visit them over in North America." Germany stated.

"Matvey is good seat," Russia commented. "And Amerika is very good at chess, da."

"Ve~ Mr. America is my atmosphere searching buddy and I think we stayed at Mr. Canada's house once when we were looking," Italy said subdued. "He was really nice and made us yummy pancakes."

"America owes me lots of money and the diplomatic relations between Canada and I are rapidly improving. I will admit that I do not know them personally beyond our country relations aru." China added.

"Some times America, Switzerland and I will go to a private gun range and I don't know how the fuck Canada is." Romano admitted.

"It doesn't sound like we're bullies," Italy said relieved. "But we say a lot of mean things to America in the meetings and when he asks us to come play with him we always say no. We are really mean to him. Ve~ I don't want to be mean!"

The other nations jaws dropped at how insightful Italy was being and how true that it all was. They always declined his offers to hang out with him except for Italy, Russia and Japan even when they did have time. And considering the fact that he asked each of them almost every meeting it added up to a lot of rejects. England and France felt especially guilty considering that they were supposed to be the boy's paternal figures.

"He asked me to take him to the water park last meeting," France said softly. "He needed an adult to accompany him and he asked me to go with me. I told him no and he went with one of the secret service staff. I am a horrible excuse for a father, I am neglecting my children."

Tears began streaming down Francis's face ashamed and heartbroken at all the pain that he must have put his son through. He dabbed at his eyes with a handkerchief from his pocket as he tried to hold in his tears feeling ashamed that he had hurt his sons so much and done so little for their happiness and wellbeing.

"He stopped asking me to take him places a long time ago," Arthur admitted somewhat softly. "The last time he asked me was about 100 years after his revolution and he asked me come to his Independence Day celebrations. I was a bit tipsy but I can clearly remember what I told him, it was horrible what I said."

"If we are bullies does that make you an abuser Opium?" China asked suddenly. "All the signs for child neglect and verbal abuse are there and they are pointing towards you. I have seen many parents like you who always claim themselves innocent of their sins-"

"How dare you!" England interrupted. "You have absolutely no right to call me a child abuser! I've done my very best for America, Canadia and all my other children. I've never and will never purposefully neglect any of my children. I may not be the perfect father but I have never fucking abused my children you arse!"

"Please calm down Angleterre," France said soothingly. "There is no reason to be angry, we all have our faults and that is why we are here, non? It is about placing our children first and taking care of them. I am also guilty of child neglect mon amour and what matters now is making up for our mistakes and showing the boys and all our other children how much we love them."

The other nations left the room going to bed to gather their thoughts. England and France remained for a few extra minutes staring at each other sadly. Francis got up first, kissed England's temple and then left the room quietly. Arthur broke down sobbing in the meeting room once he was sure no one was there feeling the sorrow eating up at him.

Francis stopped by the twins room on his way to his own and felt a little happier when he saw the two of them snuggled up together. He went into the room, adjusted the covers and gave both his son's a peck on the check.

"I love you my sons," Francis whispered softly. "I promise to be better."

"Papa," Matthew yawned as he half woke up. "What are you doing here?"

"I just came to check on you ma petite," Francis replied. "Go back to sleep."

"Stay?" Matthew asked sleepily.

"Of course." Francis agreed as he removed his shoes before crawling into the large bed with his sons. Matthew smiled sweetly before returning to sleep quickly followed by Francis.

°8 Hours Later•

By now almost every nation was awake besides the blond trio curled up on the bed. Francis was the first to awaken and he half lay there watching his children sleep. He had been surprised to find Matthew on his chest with Alfred on his arm when he had woken up. The French nation had managed to take a few quick pics of them on his phone and had tried his best to wipe off the drool from his arm.

"Morning Papa," Matthew greeted. "Could you make some coffee please for Al? He won't get up if he knows that someone can prepare it for him, so lazy."

Matthew lifted himself off France's warm chest and did his best to get his brother off as well.

"Of course Mathieu," Francis agreed as he got up. "I presume he would prefer a lot of sugar, oui?"

Matthew nodded at his father, kicked off the sheets and did his best to wake Alfred up. Francis made a large cup of coffee for his son and placed the cup on the bedside table next to him.

"Mattie I smell coffee," Alfred mumbled sleepily. "It's so nice of you to make me coffee."

"You are smelling correctly ma petite," Francis said gently. "Perhaps if you awaken you will find it?"

Alfred sat straight up surprised at hearing France's voice in his room.

"Papa, I mean France" Alfred asked surprised as he squinted at a vaguely France shaped blob next to him.

"Yes it is me ma cher," Francis answered as he handed the youngest nation in the room his coffee. "And here is your coffee Alfred. You may call me Papa if you want to."

"Woah thanks um Papa," Alfred smiled shyly before taking a sip. "You're coffee is pretty yummy."

France kissed him on the forehead causing Alfred to blush lightly before repeating the process with Matthew. The man left the room happily to go get ready for the day quickly, wanting to cook for all the nations.

The French man made a breakfast consisting of croissant, tartine, fruit or and café au lait for the nations,

All the nations dressed casually that day and went to the meeting room to continue reading and have breakfast. China and Japan actually walked into the room together and although the air between them was still a little tense, there was progress. Italy and Germany entered together as customary without Romano and were soon followed by the North American twins. England strolled into the room a few minutes later looking even grumpier than usual and was soon followed by a tired looking Romano. Russia entered last and after eying his friend to make sure that he was okay he sat down.

"May I read today?" Japan volunteered.

Germany handed him the thick book and the Asian nation immediately began reading.

France may act like a lecherous pervert but he could never imagine sex without love and wouldn't sleep with someone he wasn't completely devoted to.

"Why is it that people think that I am rapist?" France lamented. "There is no love in rape, I am the country of love not that of rape. I don't be a pervert on occasion but I am not, have never been and will never be a rapist. I show love because the world needs it, because not everyone in the world has someone to love them."

Sometimes I wonder if I could just be as happy and carefree as Feliciano if I could find someone to love me like everyone loves him.

"Ve~ big brother Spain and I love you and so does everyone. You just don't want to acknowledge it Romano," The personification of North Italy said wisely. "You don't need to be alone, you'll never be alone if you have me."

"He didn't want me," Romano admitted. "Chigi he tried to exchange me for you, I was the second option when he couldn't get you from Austria. He wanted you and not me and I wouldn't be surprised if it's still the same. I'm just the second fucking choice and that's how it has always been. Why should I let people get close when they're only going to hurt me in the end?"

~Somewhere in Spain~

Antonio sneezed in his backyard, pausing while picking tomatoes.

"I wonder when my Lovi will be back. I shall pick him lots of tomatoes as a gift for him when he returns," Spain decided. "He'll be so happy with me, maybe he'll even give me a kiss."

Arthur took Matthew from Francis so Francis took Alfred away from Arthur.

France swallowed deeply as he remembered how vengeful and angry he had been in the past. America frowned slightly as he remembered that period in his life and how he had been forced to grow up so fast and how he had to readjust to not having a family. Alfred hadn't wanted to leave Arthur but America needed to leave England or he would have collapsed under all the taxes.

"I was so naive about my revolution. I thought that Arthur could still be my Daddy and that our relationship wouldn't be affected by the war but I was wrong. Even if I had known that our relationship would have been irrevocably damaged I still would have gone through with it, my country must always come first." The blue eyed blond lamented.

"This entry is scarily correct," France thought. "I just used him for my own selfish benefit. It's one thing to ally with him but it is another entirely to come live with him and another entirely to still not treat him as my son."

Matthew closed his eyes as he remembered how alone and cold that he had felt during his twin's revolution. Arthur had wanted nothing to do with Matthew and had hardly ever talked to him except to forbid him from talking to either Francis or Alfred. Arthur on the other hand felt nothing but regret on how callously he had treated his son at the time and how he had neglected the other one.

The other nations shifted in their seats awkwardly unsure what to say to break the tension. The four members of the FACE family remained silent and Japan quickly took the silent cue to continue reading.

Dear diary, I wish people would stop judging me due to my Soviet days. Don't they get it? I suffered as well and calling me a monster. Those were my boss's decisions, not mine. Russia.

"I don't hate you commie bastard," Alfred said. "But you're still my commie bastard."

Russia smiled knowing that he would always have a friend in America no matter what. Japan wrote in a little notebook under the desk recording all the RusAme, even if it was only friendly it was still cute and also terrifying. The rest of the gathered personifications (minus England, Germany and Romano who didn't do smiling) smiled at the Russian hesitantly trying to portray their apology. Russia how was just happy to receive any positive affection smiled happily feeling contented.

America is naturally a very cuddly and sometimes clingy country. He likes sitting close to people, giving and receiving hugs and basically any type positive of physical affection, even a pat on the shoulder from the right person can make him smile. Part of it is due to the lack of affection from Native America but it's still mostly him. At the moment the only nation that he feels completely comfortable with is his brother, Canada.

Canada immediately placed his hand on his brother's shoulder in response to the entry making America actually flash him a small but geniune smile.

"That actually explains a lot," Canada thought. "He can be really clingy like that day he refused to be further than 30 feet from me however it does feels nice to be needed and wanted and it is extremely cute though.

4000 years I cannot help but feel how much the world has changed. It feels like all those years have been a blur, as if time has been moving too fast. I can remember it clearly, the day that my little brother betrayed me. As of lately it seems as if most of my family seems to hate me as well. It is at times like these that I wish that I could return to peaceful days. China.

"China- san, ani-san I do not hate you," Japan apologized. "I never meant for you to believe that I hated you. Gomen'nasai ani-san, I hope that we can start again."

China looked at Japan hopefully and smiled at him before hiding it under his sleeve.

"Maybe we can get there again," China said wisely. "Our relationship may never be the same again but what first appears as a calamity may later bring good fortune."

Japan nodded in acknowledgement as the small flame of hope in his chest expanded. Although you couldn't tell by looking at his face his eyes spoke volumes. The brown eyed man continued reading sounding a bit happier.

England keeps a box of America and Canada's old toys and baby clothes in the storage room. Every now and then he locks himself in there and goes through the box, remembering all the memories of his little colonies.

"I don't know how to feel about Arthur any more," Alfred thought conflicted. "He sounds like he really cares about us in the diary entries but he doesn't actually treat us like he cares in real life. It's hard, it's really hard to wake up everyday and not know know whether or not your parents love you. I guess that I just wasn't meant for parental love and affection, at least I have Mattie, I just hope that he doesn't get tired of me too. I don't like being alone with no one to hug me when I'm sad or laugh with me when I'm happy. I may need alot of physical reassurance and I am a bit clingy but does that mean that I don't need my Daddy? Did I drive him away? Is it my fault? I wish I knew what I was doing wrong and could fix it. Is it my mask? Because I always secretly hoped that Daddy would be able to see through my facade and wouldn't actually think that's the way I actually behave."

"I don't understand why he would cry for me when he didn't even spend much time with me when I was small enough to fit those clothes. He'd always rather spend time moping about Alfie's independence or fighting with Papa than playing with me. It was always I'll play later Canada or not now Matthew," The Canadian thought bitterly. "When all four of us lived together it was really fun, Papa or Arthur were always there to take care of us and we were not worried about how long our food supply would last. I really miss those days. Its like I disappeared completely during my brother's revolution and I can't really blame Alfred for that. The taxes were ridiculous and Alfred always seemed really skittish around Papa or Arthur the moment they raised their voices. He'd always hide or runaway during their arguments which became especially prevalent the more Arthur raised the taxes. I always wondered if something was wrong with him but I just couldn't get him to admit it. I have a hunch that it has something to do with our Mother, if only I knew how to get him to talk about it, I don't want him to hurt anymore if I can help it."

The other nations shifted in their seats again unsure what to say to break the ice. Germany gestured to Japan to continue reading and break up the staring contest between France and England.

The CSA never had a separate nation, America just has split personalities. He's also terrified it'll happen again because he can still hear the Confederacy sometimes. He is still on medication for MPD, as well as depression.

"Alfred, I didn't know," Matthew gasped. "I, I would've been there for you. I'm so sorry Al, I-"

"It's okay Mattie," Alfred interjected as he played with the hem of his shirt. "You didn't know and it doesn't matter anymore I have it perfectly under control, mostly."

"If you ever need help I'll help you anyway that I can," Matthew promised. "Just call me if you need anything I'll hop on a plane right away."

"Are you sure that you're okay poppet?" Arthur asked concerned.

The other nations were actually quite surprised at the soft, fatherly tone in Arthur's voice as it was once that they had only rarely heard in the past.

"I'm fine," Alfred reassured as he reached into his pocket and fingered a bottle of medication which he hadn't yet taken. "I haven't had any incidents in a while, sometimes when I get really stressed I can hear the whispers but otherwise I haven't had any major incidents."

"Ve~ pasta always makes me feel better, I'm sure that it can help you feel better," Italy blurted out. "I can make you some to go home with if you want."

"I have some tips that you can have on how to reduce stress," Germany offered. "They don't always work for me but perhaps they can help you."

"Perhaps some herbal tea will help to soothe your anxiety. I can give you the recipe for my favorite ones." China added.

"Thank you, I really appreciate it." America smiled.

Only Canada is close enough to America to be allowed to call him Alfie. And likewise for America to be allowed to call him Mattie.

The boys grinned at each other and exchanged high fives proud that they has gotten to that point in there relationship.

Japan isn't comfortable with people touching him, it wasn't always that way. Actually before the bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki Japan loved hugs, especially from America. But ever since World War 2 Japan doesn't trust anyone anymore. Because the one that he trusted the most ended up hurting him the most in the end and America will never forgive himself for that.

America's shoulders instantly fell feeling deeply distressed about the pain that he had put his once best friend in.

"I'm sorry," America apologized frantically. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please don't hate me, please."

"America- kun I do not hate you, I think perhaps we can start putting the past being us?" Japan suggested. "I understand now that were at war and as a nation it is your responsibility to put your nation first. I am also at fault for attacking Pearl Harbor and dragging you into a war that you had no intention of officially joining. You were doing what was best for you and your people and being a hero to them.There is no reason why we cannot try to reconnect and be like we used to."

"Really?" America asked hopefully.

The Japanese nation nodded earnestly and America had to resist the urge to jump across the table and hug him.

"Thank you," Alfred breathed. "I promise that I won't mess up this time."

Germany once asked Romano to show him how to make pasta. The reason for this was to surprise Italy for their upcoming picnic. Romano refused at first but Germany begged him. He finally agreed to show him and in the end the pasta came out really well. Romano was rather proud of Germany and actually gave him a compliment for once.

"Ve~ fratello that was so nice!" Italy exclaimed. "Germany made very good pasta for me thank you."

Romano felt a warm feeling bubble up in his chest feeling proud that he had done something beneficial for his brother.

"I didn't do it because I wanted to, the potato bastard was just been annoying." Romano countered.

"Big brother loves me!" Italy shouted as he hugged his unwilling brother.

"Get of me bastard!" Romano demanded half heartedly.

The other nations laughed at the sight.

Even if the whole world forgets who he is or even that he exists Canada knows that America, his baby brother will never forget.

The other nations felt very guilty, especially the boy's parents for making him feel worthless and they all apologized to him.

"It's okay," Canada said quite flustered by all the attention. "I know that it wasn't purposeful."

"You're so nice and polite," America whispered. "I know so many people that wouldn't accept that apology, myself included. I guess that makes you the nice twin."

The purple eyed twin rolled his eyes playfully at his blue eyed brother. Alfred childishly stuck his tongue out at his brother in retaliation. Francis, who had been observing the twins the the majority of the meeting smiled fondly at seeing the two getting along and behaving the youths that they are.

Contrary to popular belief America is actually really, really intelligent.

Every single jaw in the room dropped except for those of Canada, Russia and Japan who had always suspected something was off about his video game partner.

Though he only pays attention to, or is interested in fields or subjects where his curiosities lie and his attention span can be really short he isn't a fool. Even though he doesn't say it, he has an extreme thirst for more knowledge and understanding. He really loves science and all its related branches.

"So you're not a complete idiot?" England asked shocked.

Alfred pursed his lips feeling a little upset and gave his once father a curt nod.

"So why do you act like such an obnoxious git?" Arthur continued. "If you have brains in your head use it and stop acting so obnoxious and ignorant all the time."

Alfred took a deep breath in and tried to restrain his emotions becuae no matter how much he tried to hate his former colonized he couldn't. There were nights when the teenager would lay awake on his bed wondering where he went wrong and why he had been left without a father in his life. No matter how much he tried to hide it Arthur's insults always hurt the most.

America bent his head letting his hair cast a dark shadow over his depressed looking, sea blue eyes. He bit his lower lip hard to keep himself from blurting out something he'd regret later and he discreetly wiped his watery eyes.

"Are you okay?" Canada whispered to his twin softly as he rested his hand on his shoulder.

Alfred gave his brother a quick nod as well enjoying the comfort that the hand gave him.

"Uh England- san perhaps you should listen to the next entry first." Japan suggested seeing as America- kun had no intention of answering.

America feels incredibly lonely all the time. He only acts obnoxious because he feels that doing so is the only way anyone will pay attention to him. The fact that everyone is so quick to dash his ideas hurts him more than he'll ever let on.

"Alfred," Arthur began. "I-"

"Don't call me that!" America exclaimed.

"What?" England asked. "*Alfred?"

"Yes. I'm tired of being hurt by you and giving you second and third and fourth chances England! Every time I do it just comes back to bite me in the ass. I love you England, I really do and you were a father to me once but I think it's time that we both let go of those memories. Please just leave me alone from now on." America pleaded in an surpisingly soft voice.

Awkward silence reigned over the table as everyone waited for Arthur's response. Matthew squeezed his brother's should reassuring him that he would still be there no matter what, while Francis looked back and forth between the blonds conflicted. China nodded approvingly while Russia fingered his magical pipe of pain ready to use in the defense of his friend whether he wanted it or not should the opportunity arise. The Italies glanced at each other and silently promised to never get to that point. Germany sat silently hoping that he would never, ever fight like that with his own brother. Japan who had gotten to that point at with China and knew that feeling all too well silently apologized to his older brother.

Arthur said nothing but the wide array of emotions on his face spoke volumes, far more than any words ever could. It spoke of a man who regretted everything that he had ever done and wished that there was something that he could do to rectify the problem.

"May I please be excused Germany?" Alfred asked quietly.

"You may leave America," Germany stated. "You may go as well Canada."

The Canadian nation visibly jumped very surprised that he was actually seen as he had planned to use his invisibility to sneak out. The twins left the room and walked out to the park across the street, hiding in the thickest part of the woods.

"Damn bastard you just fucked up and destroyed a little kid's heart," Romano stated bluntly. "Congratu- fucking- lations you must really sleep well at night asshole."

"Romano be nice," Feliciano chided gently. "Ve~ maybe pasta will make everyone feel better."

"Italy- kun I don't think that pasta can help this time," Japan replied somberly. "I don't know what can."

"I think that a break is in order," Germany said. "We shall return in 15 minutes and continue with the entries with no further interruption. At this rate I can't see us finishing this book in the foreseeable future. Our meeting time is almost over and our bosses and other nations might get suspicious if we ask to stay here any longer. The South American countries have reserved this venue for their monthly meeting and it would not be possible to remain here. Does anyone have any suggestions as to where we can relocate?"

"Maybe Mr. America can house us?" Italy suggested.

"America -kun those own several houses scattered around his country," Japan offered. "However I am unsure if he would be able to accommodate such a large group of us but there is no harm in asking."

~Hello I'm line break can I have cookie?~

"Mattie did I do the right thing?" Alfred ask softly as he settled in the lower branches of a tree.

"Alfie no matter what you do I know that you wouldn't do it without reason and I trust you. I don't think that you would make such a big decision like that without thinking about it long and hard. It's normal after being hurt to push that person a way, you just don't want to get hurt again Alfred. I just want you to know that I'll always be there for you," Matthew promised wholeheartedly. "I love you Alfie even if I don't always show it I promise to be there for you."

Matthew joined his brother on the tree branch and gave him a side hug trying to show him how much he cared. Alfred dropped his head onto Matthew's shoulder feeling absolutely spent and exhausted although it was only 11:30 in the morning.

"Pinkie promise?" Alfred asked sounding vulnerable as he put his pinkie out.

"Pinkie promise," Matthew agreed as he joined their pinkies. "Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye."

"Did you just rip off Pinkie Pie?" The younger twin inquired with a perfectly raised eyebrow.

"Maybe," Matthew giggled. "Ready to go back or do you want to grab something at the Starbuck's around the corner? I mean it's no Tim Horton's but I guess that it's okay."

"Last one there buys," Alfred challenged. "And Starbucks is way more awesome than Tim Horton's."

"Deal," Matthew agreed. "And Tim is a lot better than Starbucks. So on what count do we run?"

The blue eyed nation grinned before taking off suddenly much to the surprise of his brother.

"That's cheating!" Matthew called out as he began to chase his brother.

"All's fair in love and war!" Alfred shouted over his shoulder as he began to speed up.

"Aww what a pair of cute boys," An elderly woman commented to herself as the boys ran past her. "So young, happy and free. They remind me of the boys at that age before George passed away. I hope that their parents appreciate them because soon they'll grow up and regret not being there for them, I wish that I'd done that with my boys."

"I win!" Alfred exclaimed as he barreled into the door. "I want a venti double chocolaty chip crème frappuccino with extra sugar please Mattie."

Matthew stuck out his tongue at his brother as he came in a few seconds after his brother pouting slightly. The boy rolled his purple eyes at his grinning brother and went up to the cashier.

"Good morning Sir what can I get you today?" The Starbucks employee said blandly clearly wishing he could be at home playing video games.

"I'd like a venti double chocolaty chip crème frappuccino with extra sugar and a Grande vanilla latte and I'd like to try a tall cherry blossom frappuccino please," Matthew requested. "Under the name Matthew."

"That will be $10.30 please Sir." The employee replied sounding tired of his job.

Matthew handed the cashier exact change and went to stand next to his brother who flashing him a genuine smile that he hasn't seen in a while. The boys sat on the tall bar stools close to the counter so that they would be close to their order. Alfred was kicking his legs back and forth much like a child to the endearment of a few of his citizens who were subtly cooing at him.

"Matthew, order for Matthew is ready so like come and get it dude." The employee said.

"Thank you," Matthew answered as he retrieved the drinks and handed one to his brother. "Here you go Alfie."

"Thanks Mattie," Alfred chirped as he received his drink. "Your drink kind of reminds me of Keeks."

"It those strikingly resemble his cherry blossom festival," The Canadian acknowledged. "Are you blushing?"

"No," Alfred denied as he tried to hide his pink cheeks with his large drink. "I wanna go get something in the flower shop over there."

"Are you and Kiku going on a date?" Matthew teased. "Are you getting him chocolates too? Ooh maybe a promise ring?"

"No its for the old lady on the bench that we passed, she looked really sad and lonely," America replied. "Maybe some flowers will brighten her day."

"That's really kind of you," Matthew praised. "You are have a good heart Alfie, I'm not sure if a lot of today's teens would do something like that."

"Thanks," Alfred blushed. "If I was alone I'd want someone to do the same thing for me."

"Hello good morning what can I get for you today?" A young teen asked perkily from behind the counter.

"I'd like a bouquet made of aloe, basil, holly and um horehound and lily." Alfred ordered.

"Someone clearly did there research!" The cashier chirped. "That will be $15 and a 5 minute wait, we actually had a bouquet like that prepared for a client but they canceled."

"Can I taste your drink Mattie?" Alfred asked suddenly.

"Only if I can taste yours in return," Matthew replied.

The twins swapped drinks and took a sip from the other's cup.

"Yummy," Alfred smiled. "I'll definitely get this next time."

"Its a bit sweet," Matthew admitted. "But its okay, not as good as anything that Tim has but its pretty good."

"Here you go Sir! I hope you have a good day!" The cashier said happily.

"Thank you too Ma'am I hope you have a great day and continue being you." Alfred encouraged as he paid the cashier and retrieved the bouquet.

The two walked out of the store leaving a blushing cashier and went to the old woman.

"Morning Ma'am," Alfred greeted as he sat down beside her. "How are you doing today?"

"Good morning Miss." Matthew greeted also as he sat down on the other side of her.

The two boys spent the next few minutes chatting with the old lady and giving her the strength to keep on living.

"Thank you you boys for giving an old woman the time of day," She smiled. "I'm sure your parents must be wondering where you went to, they're so lucky to have children like you."

"Umm thanks," Alfred blushed. "Anytime Ma'am and you're right out break is probably over by now."

Matthew kissed her on the cheek and told her goodbye and left. Alfred skipped along the way and sipped his drink. The closer the American got to the meeting room, the more somber and despondent he became until he seemed to curl into himself. America bit his lip and looked at his brother hesitantly before Matthew took the cue and grabbed his brother's hand reassuringly. The boys entered the building together,went straight to the elevator and up to the meeting room. America had to consciously force himself not to crush Matthew's hand and reduce his bones to dust due to his nervousness.

"It's alright Al," Matthew said reassuringly. "I promise that everything will be alright and I'll be there for you no matter what."

"I love you so much Mattie. You're the only person that I've ever been able to to feel completely comfortable with," Alfred admitted. "Thanks for always being there for me and not rejecting me like everyone else does. It just me and you against the world big brother!"

Canada felt his heart swell and practically beamed at his brother. The elevator dinged and both boys walked out confidently still holding hands and went to the meeting room. England, France and Russia were curently missing from the room, Russia was probably cooking but it as anyone's guess as to where FrUk was.

"Hey guys," America greeted as he bounced into the room. "What's up?"

"We were waiting for you to start," Germany said. "We may continue now and shall eat during lunch if we are to ever finish the book. America is there a place that you could possibly host us for an unknown period of time."

"Umm I think that my house in Virginia and my Texas ranch can hold everyone. But then again Canada and Russia might melt in Texas so Virgina would probably be best," Alfred mused. "Yeah that will probably be the best option plus it's closer."

"Thank you that is very generous of you America-kun." Japan thanked.

"No problem Keeks," America waved off. "Now on to those diary entries."

Author's Note

I swear that this chapter will continue to 10k words and ouldnt be published till December at the this rate. I just don't really know how to write stories, I always go over the word limit on exams. So have this trash and although this is probably cringey af (I know swear jar) I did my best and that's what counts right? My chapters will probably get short because school starts soon and I write my standardized tests in January and then later in June. So lots of studying and cramming for me. So hey~ love you guys very much for supporting my book. So love it or hate it in publishing it and holding I didn't miss any typos.

*Oh and there's a heacannon that when other nations use each other's first name it means that they're either really close (friends/ relationships), family or its a sign of disrespect. The total word count is 6366.

Bye guys until next time~