~the book of American secrets~ on hiatus

•Chapter 7•

(I tried to get this chapter as historically accurate as I could)

The next day everyone was gathered around the living room snacking on toast, fruit, cereal, tea and coffee. They had calmed down from last time but Arthur was sill upset which is understandable.

Everyone was dressed already. They decided to get it over and done with early so they could explore more today with Feliciano and Ludwigs help, since they already went exploring and knows where most things are.

"What day is it again?" Yao asked from his seat to no one in particular. Gilbert picked up the nearest phone to him which just so happened to be Felicianos. He smirked lightly at the screensaver of the small Italian hugging his platinum blonde brother. He glances at the top of the screen.

"It's Wednesday, August 5, 2020." (Yes I'm writing this in the past) he threw the phone over to its owner who caught it with both of his hands. He shoved it in his back pocket and stood up, collecting a few plates and bringing them to the kitchen. By about 11am everyone was ready and walking to that dreaded room.

They all sat down and stared at the book in hatred. No one wanted to read it but they all knew someone had to or they couldn't help Alfred with whatever he's hiding.

There was a few minutes of silence before Roderick grabbed the book again. It made the most sense, he was one the least emotional people in the room. He lightly flipped the pages until he landed on the one he was looking for. He cleared his throat and started reading the chapter.

"Number 3 The Salem Witch trials."

"What were they?" Ivan asked quietly from the back of the room, he was interested because it sounded like it could be violent. Everyone looked to Matthew since he was closest to the boy.

"I don't know a lot about it because he never likes to bring it up. All I know is that it was sometime during the 1690's in Massachusetts. They 'punished' people they found guilty of witchcraft." He mumbled. He had become so used to being ignored he didn't really like getting too much attention anymore.

"What do you mean my punish?" Arthur questioned wearily. He was technically a witch himself and wanted to know what would of happened to him, the Canadian just shrugged his shoulders.

"I never found out. I asked him before but he just said 'Trust me you don't want to know. They were brutal'." Most people didn't like the sound of that except for Ivan who was smiling happily. Creepy. Roderick coughed purposefully to indicate hat he was going to continue.

"One day young Alfred was playing in the front garden of his Massachusetts house. Arthur was away on one of his trips but he could handle himself. Until one day, Arthur had already been away for two weeks."

"Wait you left a little kid alone for two weeks, aru?!" The eldest nation shouted the man in question. He mumbled in response. "What did you say?"

"Actually it was usually 5 or 6 weeks....." silence. No one spoke, they just exchanged worried looks apart from Yao and Roderick who looked a mix between disappointed and just plain mad. They had both raised kids, mabye not the best but they still did a better job than that!

"He seen a tree about to fall. It it did it would land on a small deer who was completely unaware to the situation. He seen it falling so he ran and caught it just in time. He moved it to the side and shooed the deer away incase there was any other dangers."

"Wait, how did he do that in the first place?" Ludwig asked, only just comprehending what he heard. It clicked for most others as well who looked equally confused. How did he do that?