What's On The Inside Matters

Chapter 14

Hellllllllllo there my peeps! It has truly been a while... So much for freaking Friday da 13th... Oooooooops... I can't even type as fast as before and I just finished like 2 more animes so if y'all have any suggestions on what to watch next... it would be appreciated. Hope I haven't lost my fanfiction writing pro skillz... TO DA STOREH!!!!

He kissed Japan.

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He didn't know why, but as soon as they parted, America bolted. He was out of the door before Japan could comprehend what had happened. As soon as he did comprehend what had happened, Japan felt a deep blush rise up to his cheeks. 'Why?' was a question shared with the two nations. One of self-doubt and the other was from an emotion usually foreign to the stoic island nation. Love. America loved Japan and the feeling might have been shared. (Broke my OTP already... But oh well. May as well make it good for da readers. And the freaking Attack on Titan theme came on...)

As America ran into an empty hallway and sank against the wall. He subconsciously rubbed his neck, but stopped. "Why is life so fucking confusing now...? Fucking 200 somethin' years bites the dust..." America whispered quietly, almost sounding like his younger twin up north. He glanced up at the silver analogue clock and knew that more secrets were to be revealed in around 10 minutes. He was rather far... 'May as well get going...' America thought bitterly as he left his post in the hall.

~~With Romano & Prussia~~

"Damn. Remember what happened to everyone else? Well, it might have happened to us too... Now that we are here..." Romano whispered to the silver-haired ex-nation. (Freaking FMA theme up in here.)

"I hope the vorld is alright now... All there is left is..." Prussia responded seriously.

"Si, I know idiota. It was bad enough... But-a now... Probably going to-a get-a worse..."

"Ve should head back... Ve don't vant our bruders worrying about us."

"Si, Si. I'm-a coming. Beer-bastard."

"I won't wait up! Kesesese."

~~10 minutes later~~

"Alright. Is everyone present?" Germany asked, trying to get a certain Italian off of his foot.

"I think so... We could do a role-count to be sure." England said while sitting down near France.

As Germany went down the list, only two nations were missing. And of course suspicions rose until the doors swung open a few minutes later.

"ZHE AWESOME ME IS HERE!" Prussia yelled, walking in with Romano following with his arms crossed; obviously agitated.

"Zhen let's begin. And honestly Italy. I need my foot back."

"I vill read!" France said with a cheery expression and a blushing England.

"The first entry is one of Mathieu's

Dear Diary, do you know what it's like to be invisible? To be ignored? And when you are noticed they even mistake you for someone else. That is my life. I live in my brother's shadow. Everyone talks about how great his country is. How rich it is, how free it is, how much better than that other country they can't even remember the name of. I sometimes wonder... If I died today... Would anyone notice? Or would they go on with their lives completely oblivious? All I want is to know that I MEAN something. All I want is to be acknowledged that I am here and that someone cares. All I want, is to be noticed."

Silence erupted into the room, followed by laughter. Laughter? Laughter by America...

"Dude, my country isn't rich or great. Welcome to America. All you do here is pay taxes and die. I've heard so many people talk about moving to Canada or how they love Canada or how Canada would be better than America."

"E-Eh? Really?" Canada asked.

"Of course! Let's continue."

"Alright then... The next one is from Romano.

Dear Diary, before you go on about how rude and horrible I am, think about how I feel. Everyone is always saying how much greater Italy is than me. 'Why can't you be more like Feli, Lovino? He doesn't use such foul language and isn't as lazy.' How do you think I feel when I'm called useless? Everyone says I hate my younger brother, when in reality I want to BE him. I want to be loved as much as him, have people swooning over all my needs. I want to be that perfect person everyone cherishes. I want my grandfather or Spain to look down and say, 'I'm proud of you.'" (Listening to some nice calm and quiet music when the freaking Attack on Titan theme goes on again... On MAX VOLUME... Heart attack 2016... Jeez...)

"D-Damnit... That wasn't supposed to be in there..."

"Roma..." Italy said softly.

"DAMNIT! DON'T GIVE ME THAT LOOK!"

"I didn't know you felt that way..."

"SHUT UP."

"I didn't know you wanted to be as useless as me..."

"DAM- What? No. You aren't useless-"

"Yin and Yang, aru." [1]

"What?" The two Italy brothers asked at the same time.

"You balance each other out. Like Yin and Yang, aru."

"A-Alright. Damnit. I can't deal with this now. France, why don't you continue?" Romano said with a death glare.

"Zhe next one is that of Kiku's and it is a statement.

Japan owns a stag beetle who he enters in stag beetle wrestling matches. It always wins." [2]

"Eh? Since when do beetles wrestle?" Canada asked, genuine curiosity seeping through his voice.

"For a whire actuary." Japan responded.

"Did anyone notice it is 11:00?" Russia asked.

"And when it just got good. Shame." America said. "Well, see y'all in the morning!" The door closed and the book almost sealed on France's hands.

Nobody failed to notice how Japan and America never made eye contact or spoke directly.

Random Fact time:

[1] Yinyang (yin-yang) is one of the dominant concepts shared by different schools throughout the history of Chinese philosophy. Just as with many other Chinese philosophical notions, the influences of yinyang are easy to observe, but its conceptual meanings are hard to define.

[2] Insect fighting is a range of competitive sporting activity, commonly associated with gambling, in which insects are pitted against each other.

Can any of you spare a head canon or diary entry for this fic? Preferably Japan, Prussia, Romano, China and Italy, but I will accept others...

Thanks and a good night!