This time, it was Macedonia who picked up the book.
"This looks likes it's a series of short entries," He comments before beginning to read.
"Dear Diary,
West keep disappearing!
• Alfred
"Dear Diary,
Found out that West keeps going to China. Without me.
• Alfred"
This entry causes China to chuckle. It seems as if only America and China know who the diary entries are referring to.
"Dear Diary,
I'm so glad that I don't have any micronations.
• Alfred"
Before anyone can ask America what the entries mean, Molossia falls out of an air vent, followed by one girl and two more boys, all around his age or younger than him.
"What the hell does that mean uncle Al?!" Molossia demands, after standing up. One of the boys helps the other two stand as well and all three of them stand behind Molossia. The girl has a slightly hurt look on her face.
America winces as the other nations start questioning why Molossia is here, who the other three are, and what the diary entries mean.
"Wait!" Macedonia shouts through the chaos. "Let me finish this last note!"
"Dear Nations,
Alfred, or "America" as you call him, is not the only personification for his country. He can explain this himself.
• the Ancients"
Instead of breaking into chaos, muttering breaks out as nations either turn to 'America' expectantly or turn to their neighbor to mutter.
Alfred sighs before speaking. "First things first: these are the American Micronations," he announces, loud enough to be heard. The room quiets as the micronations start to speak.
"I'm Colin Jones, the micronation of Talossa," a broad-shouldered boy with lightly tanned skin and dirty blonde hair introduces himself. "I'm the oldest American micronation, established in 1979 in the state of Wisconsin, in the Great Lakes Region."
"I'm Maria Jones, the Conch Republic, or Key West Florida," a girl with black hair and tanned skin introduces herself. "My micronation is in Florida in the Southeastern Region and I was established in 1982."
"I'm Micheal Jones, Molossia, established 1999," the known micronation introduces himself. "I'm located in the American state of Nevada in the Rocky Mountain Region."
"I'm James Jones, the Dominion of British West Florida-" this thin, pompous, light-haired, tan-skinned boy with a fake British accent is cut off by his fellow micronations.
"Drop the accent!" Talossa, Molossia, and Conch shout. British West glares at his firmly members but does so.
"And I'm located in in the historical region of British West Florida." He continues, now without the fake British accent.
"But he was only established in 2005," the Conch Republic adds.
"So this is the micronation that keeps wanting to join my Commonwealth of Nations?" England asks, a thick eyebrow raised.
"Yessir!" British West answers eagerly. England sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose as other nations, specifically his siblings, laugh.
"Okay guys, go sit down," America says, laughing. "Talossa, are there any other micronations here?"
"Yeah," Talossa replies, not one to lie. "Wy, Sealand, TRNC, Seborga, Ladonia, Hutt River, and Kuegalmuegal are here too."
The mentioned micronations seem to appear in the room. Hutt River, Ladonia, The Turkish Republic of Northern Cyprus, and Kuegalmuegal walk in through the door at being revealed. Sealand, Seborga, and Wy all jump out of a vent.
"Oh come on Talossa!" Seborga complains, throwing an arm around his fellow micronation's shoulders. "Why'd you give us up?"
Talossa blushes but doesn't shove Seborga away. "I can't lie to uncle Al, I'm a terrible liar," he admits.
The micronations go to sit by their nations and America goes to sit down as well before he's stopped by Mexico.
"Now wait a sec," America's southern neighbor says with a grin. "You forgot about explaining how you're not the sole representative of your country."
"I'm going to feed you to your own chupacabra," America says, play-glaring at the other.
"I'd like to see you try," Mexico responds with a wolffish grin.
"I'll get Amber to do it," America promises. Mexico pales and sits down, not wanting to risk America's threat ringing true.
"As Mexico so helpfully reminded, I'm not the sole rep of the United States of America. Nice to meet'cha, I'm Alfred F. Jones, the personification of the Northeast Region of the USA!
"I represent the states of Maine, Massachusetts, Rhode Island, Connecticut, New Hampshire, Vermont, New York, Pennsylvania, New Jersey, Delaware, and Maryland!" Alfred counts the states off on his fingers. "I have six full siblings, and two half-siblings!"
The nations share looks of surprise at this announcement. A flash of light goes off, and a paper appears in-between the pages of the book that Macedonia has open. Egypt reaches over to grab it and read it.
"Nations,
To make things easier on Northeast US, (Alfred), we've compiled the list of his siblings for you.
Malena Jones: Southeast Region (West Virginia, Virginia, Kentucky, Tennessee, North Carolina, South Carolina, Georgia, Alabama, Mississippi, and Florida)
Alonso Jones: Southwest Region (Arkansas, Louisiana, Texas, Oklahoma, New Mexico, Arizona)
Erie Jones: Great Lakes Region (Minnesota, Wisconsin, Illinois, Indiana, Ohio, Michigan)
Amber Jones: Central Plains Region (Iowa, Missouri, Kansas, Nebraska, North Dakota, South Dakota)
Conner Jones: Rocky Mountain Region (Utah, Colorado, New Mexico, Wyoming, Montana)
Sam Jones: Pacific Northwest Region (Washington, Oregon, Idaho, California)
Nikolai Jones-Braginski: Alaska
Lili Jones: Hawaii."
"That... is a lot to take in," Estonia comments, pushing his glasses up on his nose.
"Haha yeah!" Alfred agrees sheepishly. "Malena, Erie, Alonso, Amber, Connor, and Sam are my full siblings and Nikolai and Lili are my half-siblings."
"Wait, so there were two of you when America was my colony?" England asks, and Amer- Northeast US answers with a nod.
"Yeah, Malena is my younger sister! After slavery popped up when we were a colony, Malena decided to hide."
"Why?" France and England asked at the same time.
"She's got the typical appearance of an African-American. A couple of the humans thought that she was a slave when they saw her, and neither of us wanted her to get taken away so she hid." Northeast US shrugs, uncomfortable, and sits down between Molossia and Talossa.
"I'll read now," Greece volunteers sleepily, taking the book from Egypt after he replaced the slip of paper.
YOU ARE READING
Worldwide Secrets
FanfictieEvery nation has secrets, whether they know them or not. But the Ancients know, and they're damn tired of watching their old charges bumble around like blind kittens. So, like good meddling caretakers from the beyond, they interfere in the form of m...
