Worldwide Secrets

Chapter 14 - The Swiss Guard

After the late lunch, the book is returned to Latvia, who is noticeably less shaky then before. Prussia is sitting directly to the left of the Baltic and Gilbird is now perching on one of his epaulettes, so that may have something to do with it.

"Dear Diary,
I have a lot of respect for Japan. I still haven't forgotten the Japanese man who saved so many of my people during the Second World War. I know that the cherry blossom trees I plant each year are a small token of gratitude, but I could never repay the man and his country back enough, not even in a thousand years.
• Toris

"That's really sweet," Latvia comments, giving Lithuania a small smile.

"Well it's true," Lithuania angles himself so that he can look at Japan directly. "Thank you again, Japan." He inclines his head in respect for the Asian nation.

"You do not need to thank me," Japan answers not unkindly. The conversation ends there with practiced ease and lack of awkwardness.

"There are two connected entries here," Latvia announces before reading.

"Dear Diary,
I don't understand! Why is he attacking us?! Otto and Big Brother Lovino are friends! Otto told me that he loved me! But his men are attacking Rome! Switzerland says that they're after the Pope! What's going on?!
• Feli

"Dear Diary,
The Holy Roman Empire's rogue army has been laying siege to Italy, and is now attacking Rome. Northern Italy is here with me. My job was supposed to be protecting the Pope, but I feel I must protect Italy. He's so young, and scared. What kind of guard would I be if I left him in the hands of the enemy?
• Vash"

North Italy sends a bright smile in Switzerland's direction before jumping from his seat and going to where the Germanic is sitting.

"Ve~ My Swiss Guard," Veneziano declares, hugging the usually irate nation, who subtly leans into the hug. This surprises many who expected the emotional Italian to burst into tears at the mention of his lost love.

"Yes, yes, now get back to your seat," Switzerland shoos the other away, a minuscule blush on his face. With a laugh, the Italian complies, skipping back to his seat.

"How cute!" Hungary coos in the background.

Latvia hands the book off to Prussia next to him. Prussia takes it gently and goes right into reading.

"Dear Diary,
Alfred told me to do my paperwork, so I decided to go to Yao's instead. But apparently Alfred had called Yao beforehand. When I got there Yao made me do my paperwork anyway. So not fun! I can't believe they ganged up on me like that!
• Sam"

The light-hearted entry makes several nations laugh.

"That totally wasn't fair!" Northwest Pacific pouts.

"Sorry dude, but you've gotta come up with a better plan than escaping to East Asia every time you don't want to do something," Northeast laughs.

"Just do your paperwork, aru," China advises.

"But it's so boring!" Northwest Pacific crosses their arms over their chest with a huff. No one really has a argument against that, so Prussia reads on.

"Dear Diary,
I wonder how the other nations would react upon learning that the so-called 'Bad Touch' Trio was formed by two drunk men crying over our marriages Roderich as his older brother laughs.
• Francis

"Kesesese!" Prussia laughs at the Austrian's red face. "I remember that! We became good friends after I watched you cry over my buder!"

"Wait, that's the origin of the Bad Touch Trio?" Ukraine asks with a small laugh.

"¡Sí!" Spain confirms, swooping in and giving Austria a quick kiss on the cheek. This of course makes the normally dignified nation blush even further. "We got really drunk and Prussia brought up Roderich and it went downhill from there!"

"Oui, not my finest moment I must say, but Roderich was a wonderful partner." The nation of love sends a wink to the Austrian, who rolls his eyes.

"It was one time, Francis. We were both drunk out of our minds," Austria dismisses the Frenchman's attempts with a bored wave of his hand. Spain puts his arm around Austria's shoulder, shooting a look at the Frenchman. Austria interlaces his fingers with Spain's, kissing the knuckles.

"Ich liebe dich," the Austrian mutters to the possessive Spaniard, who kisses his temple.

Spain knows that France wouldn't dare try and make any more moves on Austria, but after getting back together so recently, the Spaniard is more possessive than usual.

"Moving on!" Prussia announces, somewhat awkwardly.

A/N: Lithuania's entry is not mine, but I did know about the event beforehand. (ps, look it up! "Japanese man saves Lithuanian Jews" would probably work. It's a cool story!)

Also, you can tell me that that wasn't how the BTT was formed, but you can't deny that it's funny.

Please check out my other Hetalia works and give them some love! Especially if they say they're part of the Worldwide series!

Finally: I have a Tumblr (MindAboveMadness) and I'm going to start posting previews of future chapters/works on there! Aside from my usual reblogging and shitposting, I'm going to be posting random (likely Hetalia-related) thoughts that we could turn into discussions!

That's all!