What's On The Inside Matters

Chapter 7

3rd Person POV:

The second the countries heard the sobbing stop, they returned to their seats and hid any evidence of tears. The other four nations returned afterwards and the room had a depressing aura to it. It didn't help that there was no laughter, no scheming coming from under the table, no, the room had a death sentence to any happiness. Nobody knew how much words could hurt one seemingly happy personification. Once everyone was seated, Canada picked up the book and started on the next entry. He cracked a small smirk at it.

"This one is from Francis,

Dear diary,

Arthur got drunk. Again. And I had to carry him. Again." England blushed and Canada continued, his eyes widened in surprise at the next one.

"It's a statement for Alfred,

America has taken every insult he's gotten into consideration and writes one positive statement for each bad one in a notebook. He leaves the book anonymously on the front porch of a nation who is feeling bad about themselves.

He has written over 384 books." All of the nation's eyes widened in surprise and all thought the same thing. 'It was HIM!'

"Ve~ Really? That's a lot of-a books!" Italy said while imagining the amount of notebooks. And secretly thanking him for it, due to them making him happy.

"Bloody hell! That was YOU this WHOLE time?" England said, enhancing the 'you' and 'whole' loudly.

"Yeah... That was me..." He spoke softer and didn't make any eye contact with anyone.

"Danke für die Hilfe." Germany said.

"Kein Problem Geck. " America responded. Then Germany remembered what he had said before, about the European nations.

"Can we test how many languages you know?" Germany asked.

"Seker." He replied casually. (Language will be in parentheses. Afrikaans)

"A ka dikush edhe e di se çfarë gjuhe është kjo ?" (Albanian)

"يعني في الواقع ، فإنه من السهل عند تعتاد على ذلك . " He said casually, confusing everyone in the room. (Arabic)

"Ха , гэта цікава казаць так шмат моў . " Russia's eyes widened in surprise, he was speaking Belarusian.

"中國，你快樂嗎？" He said looking at China.

"Wait aru, you know traditional Chinese?!" China looked at him strangely.

"Ve~ America can you speak Italian?" Italy asked happily.

"Non ho idea ... Aspetta ..." He replied casually, and Italy laughed. (Italian)

"I bet he doesn't know Zulu, Angleterre." France whispered, loud enough for America to hear.

"Yini owake Frenchie ." America replied with a smirk.

"Ok, should we continue reading now?"

"Vinsamlegast ! Það er erfitt að fara aftur í ensku!" America said while sinking to the floor with a smile. (Icelandic)

"Umm, ok eh? This one is is mine.

Dear diary,

Well, this is it. The moment that I have been waiting for ever since this war started. For the first time, all of my soldires are together under the same Canadian commander. They have spent months preparing for this: memorizing every detail of the ridge, practicing every tep in the attack. I do not ask for glory- all i want is for Arthur and Papa to see that I am able to hold my own in battle."

"Ik herinner me dat! Goed gedaan!" America exclaimed happily, earning confused glances. (Dutch)

"Er, thanks? Anyway, the next one is Arthur's

Dear diary,

Why can't my rulers make up their bloody minds? First one's Catholic, then the next one's Protestant, and then the NEXT one is Catholic, and now THIS one is Protestant- and I'm supposed to switch back and forth along with them! At this rate, I'd rather just stop belieing in God altogether!" Chuckles were heard around the room, and it didn't help that America was still trying to speak English.

"영어! 제발 제발 제발!" He exclaimed, and both Japan and China were surprised by the language. (Korean)

"The next one is Arthur's

England and Spain lik to play Battleship. It reminds them of their pirating days. The game usually ends with Spain crying, 'No! My Armada!'" England chuckled at that, he remembered all of the games.

"Jag vet inte ens talar språket !" He face planted into the table. And Canada continued. (Swedish)

"This one is about Alfred and Arthur.

Americat is so hyperactive and cheerful, it's a few steps away from being a dog. Occasionally, America walks it on a leash.

Kitannia is a grumpy, snobby cat who doesn't tit or hobnob with every other cat or person."

"Heh , cuimhin liom ... Oh fan . teanga Mícheart . Joy ." He rubbed his head where he hit his head on the table. (Irish)

Canada rolled his eyes and continued. "Another one of Arthur's

Dear diary,

I went to the Harry Potter world in Universal that America was so excited about. It was almost as cool as the real thing... Almost."

"Hah! You loved it! Wait... YES! ENGLISH!" He lept up from his seat and smiled. He sat back down and said something else.

"Admettez-le ... NON!" He gave a glare at France, due to it being French. All of the others chuckled and Germany called a break.

"Τώρα μπορώ να διορθώσετε τη φωνή μου !" (Greek)

"Чому я знаю дуже багато мов ? Чому ?" He asked Russia in Ukrainian. But Russia just left, smiling at the fact America knew his sisters languages. Once gone America snuck away into his room and attempted to fix his voice.

How fun.