Welcome, readers of FanFiction, to a new story I like to call 'America's Journal'! Read, enjoy, and (hopefully!) review!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia characters

Warnings: slight cussing

Song of the Chapter: E.T. by Katy Perry

Arthur had been submitted to yet another visit to Alfred's home. Of course, Arthur had objected to it greatly, saying that he was not stepping foot in 'the bloody wanker's household for a million pounds'. His boss, however, had told him that Alfred was already expecting him, and Arthur would be a horrid gentleman if he didn't keep a rendezvous, now would he?

So now he was knocking on the house that America had built all those years ago... No, he would not think about that.

The American answered the door. "Hey Iggy! I'm so glad you could make it, y'know? I've had this feelin' that you've been avoiding me! But I guess not!"

Arthur sighed. Oh, how he had tried to ignore the boisterous American, but alas, it was to no avail. The only possible upside to this meeting would be that that little gray freak wasn't going to be here.

He stepped into the house and Alfred closed the door.

"Yes, well, my economy has been rather bad, lately, and I guess it got away from me."

Alfred laughed. "Yeah, that damn economy, am I right?" He started to walk down the hall, and Arthur followed him.

"Please do refrain from using profanities in my presence."

"Awww, Iggy, could'ja be anymore of a freakin' killjoy?"

"Firstly, I am not a 'killjoy'. Secondly, please stop butchering the English language."

Alfred laughed. He led Arthur into a large sitting room, and the American crashed onto one of the many couches while Arthur sat down on another across from him, the coffee table between them.

"So Iggy, why'd your boss wanna have this meetin' again?" Alfred asked, taking a sip of Coke that had appeared out of his jacket.

"Please do stop calling me that. To be honest, I think it was about improving trade relations, but we already have decent relations, so I don't know why I'm here."

"Huh, that's kinda boring... My boss said that you'd be comin' here to talk to me about tensions in the Middle East and shit."

Arthur bit his tongue. No, no. He would not yell at the America. He would not! "Well okay, it would seem that our bosses have laid out two separate paths for us to discuss on."

Alfred laughed. "Dude, Iggy, could'ja speak English for once?"

"I am speaking English, unlike you, who is murdering the Queen's beautiful language every time you open your mouth!"

"Haha, you're just jealous of my heroic speaking skills!"

Arthur was seething. He decided to end this before it got out of hand. "Where is your loo?"

"My what?" He stopped slurping to look at Arthur weirdly.

"Right, you Americans call it something different. Where is your washroom?"

"Ya must mean the bathroom!" He pointed to a hallway. "See that hallway? Second door on left."

Arthur stood up and mumbled a curt thanks before he hurried off to find it. According to Alfred's instructions, it should be this.. Ah!

Arthur opened the door to reveal a rather small loo, though it was big compared to others. It held a bathtub, a shower, a sink with a mirror hanging above it, and an ornate toilet. There was a rug on the floor that was probably there to prevent one from slipping on the tiled flooring.

Arthur hurried to the sink, and found a spiraled notebook in the sink. Arthur picked it up. He opened it. Inside was a very neat cursive/print (it changed) hand that filled up the page with words. Arthur turned the page, to find a very detailed drawing on the back of the first page. It was of Alfred staring into a mirror, and there was another Alfred staring back.

The problem was, though, that the Alfred in the mirror had his hands up in the air, as if in frustration, and the real Alfred had his hands clasped firmly on the side of the sink.

Arthur blinked. He turned to the first page, and decided to read the first couple lines.

So this is the journal I've decided to keep because seriously, Andrew is getting way out of hand. Alex is trying to help, but sometimes it doesn't work. I just need a place to write everything down that no one will find, especially Big Brother England. Though, I guess he's not really 'Big Brother' anymore, is he? No... No, he's just England now. And I'm America.

Alex... Alex is still Alex, though, as is Andrew. I think they might be pissed off about that. During the war, out in Yorktown, England broke down crying in front of me. Andrew, for the first time, took control of our body and told him some shit about how he used to be great. I'm pretty sure the only reason he didn't shoot him then and there was because I was yelling at him not to. That, and Alex took over.

The page then ended there. Arthur blinked. In this passage, Alfred seemed to be talking to himself as if he were two people... Or three.

"Yo, Iggy, ya done in here, cuz I gotta go!" Alfred yelled from out in the hall. The doorknob jiggled, and Arthur was just able to hide the notebook down in the sink again before the door opened.

"Oh, sorry bro, I though you were done!" Alfred said, and Arthur whirled around as if he were actually angry and not terrified.

"Bloody git! Get out!" Arthur yelled. The American did so, laughing loudly.

Arthur turned back to the notebook. Now that he looked closer at it... There was faint ink marks on the front of it. Arthur could just barely make out 'America's Journal'.

Arthur didn't know what it was, but he was going to get to the bottom of it. America keeping secrets was something the world didn't need at the moment, after all.

Or at least, that's what Arthur told himself as he walked out of the loo.

Yay! Really short intro chapter! Yes, this is an actual chapter, not a prologue. The next chapter will be posted later, probably in about a hour, so keep an eye our for it!

By the way, if you haven't read any of my other stories, then you don't know about today. Today is the day before my marching band camp, which will last all mext week and each camp day is fourteen hours long (read: no time for FanFiction). So, I'm going to empty my 'Notes' app a little and post a whole bunch of stuff.

I have a lot already written for this story, so I have no idea how many chapters I'll post today (By the way, is there a maximum amount you can post in one day?). I hope everyone enjoyed it! Who do you think Andrew and Alex are? Are they real humans, or are they something... Different?

Reviews are welcomed but not required! That's all from me (for now... :3)!

~PurpleLuna98