What's On The Inside Matters

Chapter 15

2 stories updated in one day? What is this madness? AND THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH! I GOT LIKE 20-30 NEW CANONS!

Oh! In chapter 9 there was an A/N in the beginning an error revealed what happened in it... (CUTION IT GETS REALLY DEEP) Did anyone notice this was also the chapter where England's secret was revealed? The error was the first word in the parenthesis. It was supposed to say caution instead it said cution... I just noticed this... Did any of you know?

I also have some questions...

How long should the story be? Should it continue for a while or should I try to wrap it up in like 4 chapters? And should I have a second part to it? Like after the whole diary thing or should it be a single thing?

Any whoooooooooooooooooo... the casual POV beginning!

I AM HORRIBLE AT REMEMBERING DISCLAIMERS! I own nothing besides the plot and headphones used to listen to sad music... er happy fun music! Not music about pain and rain... *goes to corner*

3rd Person POV:

"I am out of my comfort zone, but nobody has eaten in a while and I guess I could make something for everyone... Heh, I really need to stop talking to myself..."

The stove clicked on and small flames rose up from the burner and onto the bottom of the pan. Various ingredients littered the kitchen as the figure went to work, almost dancing around the kitchen. Soon after long, there were omelets, toast and various other food items to complement the flavors. The figure brought the food into the room and set each steaming plate down in various spots. Soon it would be 6:45.

After everyone woke up, they headed to the 'book room' (as Italy called it) and saw an array of various foods at each seat. Everyone looked at France, but he looked just as amazed as everyone else. The nations trailed over to their seats and looked at the still warm food. Everyone looked at is suspiciously for a moment before a few countries started eating. America just stared at the food, a light shade of green tinting his face.

"Come on Al... You have to eat..." Canada whispered to his twin.

"I-I did! Earlier in the morning! I-I had a quick meal!" America responded, continuing the sentence in his head. "Yeah, I did eat. Then got rid of it all. I still can't get rid of the feeling of fat..."

"Then eat a few bites."

"I-I'm pretty full actually..."

"Al. Eat."

"N-No thanks Mattie!"

"You will eat lunch. Or I will force you too."

"O-Ok." America smiled nervously.

After their breakfast was up Romano had grabbed the book and was going to read once everyone was seated. He didn't fail to notice the harsh glare Canada was giving his twin. It was slightly unnerving.

"Er- The entry is one of Kiku's...

My country is famous for electronics. I'm working on a time machine so I can go back in time and stop myself."

"Then how you will get back? If you stop yourself you won't get back and so much wouldn't have happened!" Italy yelled out worriedly.

"I-I don't have the technorogy yet..." Japan said quietly.

"Any who, the next one is one of Alfred's.

Dear diary, sometimes I wish I didn't have super strength. People don't realize how much I have to work not to hurt them."

"It's actually pretty hard... Did anyone notice how I try to avoid contact with everyone? Because that's the reason."

Nobody spoke up so Romano continued.

"The next one is Arthur's and there are 2 parts to it.

Dear Diary, Today I found out that I have a different father from my brothers. Germania is my father. I don't know what to do! If I tell my brothers they would surely hate me... I can't tell them EVER!

Arthur is Germania's son. England knows... But Ludwig and Gilbert don't."

"VHAT!?" Germany and Prussia yelled.

"Y-Yes. Germania is my d-dad..."

"So we are bruders now?" Prussia asked.

"Indeed..."

"How vell can you drink?"

"Er- I can't really hold my alcohol that well."

"HOW DARE YOU."

"I'm going to continue before England is killed by the Beer- Bastard. The next one is Ivan.

Russia always loses to Canada in every hockey game played with him. He has even broken a few bones just to tie with him."

"It's true. And painful." Russia said, looking at a smirking Canada.

"Ok. I'm not letting any dialogue come in unless it's big. The next one is Yao.

"Fun killer." America muttered under his breath.

"Due to all the pollution in his country, his eyesight has gotten worse. He wears contacts instead of glasses so nobody worries about him."

"Yeah..." China said quietly.

"Another one of Alfred's.

Dear diary, today I realized that I only listen to my people on my birthday. Really listen, not just feel anyway. It's the only day where the things they say aren't hurtful enough to break me down. "

"I'm fine now. I can deal with it..." America said. 'Yeah, sure. I can totally deal with it.'

"I give up with the rule. The sooner we get done the sooner we get out and fix the world." Romano said sternly. "Anyway, the next one is Ludwig's.

Dear Diary, It's happened for the third time already: I bid the soldiers in a dugout good night, then come back the next morning to find them all either dead or missing. No one seems to know what's happening, and it's scaring those men who are left. But now, I know. There was a message left in the dugout this time: 'Matthew was here.' It seems Arthur has decided to make the boy his assassin."

"I think it is time for a lunch break, da?" Russia asked from his seat. "It is 3:00 now."

'Damnit Russia. I'll have to make a run for it...' America thought begrudgingly.

"Alright zhen. I vill see you all back here at 4:15. Come on Prussia. You too England." Germany ordered.

"Alright then. I knew this would be coming eventually..." England spoke as he was dragged out of the room by the German and Prussian.

*"Gotta go Mattie! Bye!" America shouted as he sprinted out the door and down an empty corridor.

"America! Get back here!" Canada whisper-shouted as he ran after his brother.

~~-- 3rd Person POV: --~~ -- With America: --~~

He ran down about 3 hallways and locked himself in a bathroom. America wasn't expecting to see a light blue razor covered in fresh blood. And by fresh, he meant fresh, like it was used in the morning. Early in the morning. Around the time the food was made. See, America has learned while in the Civil War how to determine how old blood or a wound is. Nobody really knew what he did when he was on the side lines.

He rubbed his scar again at the sight of the blood and almost cried. He thought he was the only one with the pain to do something horrible to themselves.

"Maybe I'm not alone after all." He whispered quietly.

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