[I don't own hetalia and most diary entry's in this book]

This meetings was getting nowhere… again. Arguing, screaming, things flying through the air, everything was the same - except one.

The young man with a strange curl that stuck off to the side of his head was being unusually quiet. But of course it was not like anyone would take the time to notice anyway. He isn't needed, he shouldn't even been alive, why won't I just disappear?!

Romano hated everyone just as much as they hated him. He stared down at the table, face blank, he was tired, so very tired. Maybe he could just…

Italy Veneziano watched as his brother fell asleep in the chair next to him. Veneziano's eyes were opened and wide with worry, he dear fratello hadn't been acting like his usual self lately. Barely coming out of his room to eat and probably not sleeping either. Moving his chair closer to him, Veneziano gently placed Romano in his lap, letting him rest in his body warmth instead of the cold leather chair. Stroking his brothers head as if he were a cat, he noticed that his brother was a lot thinner than normal, which only proceeded to increase his worry for his fratellone.

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Germany yelled as he slammed his hands on the table, the forced behind the hit shook it, making the poor table quiver under the strength of the anger German.

And yet, they still argued.

Germany looked like he had just given up. 'I need a beer...' he thought to himself.

Veneziano began to get annoyed at the rising level of noise in the room, if they continued then they will wake up fratello!

A loud "SHUT UP!" resounded through the room, effectively making everyone go silent. They turned to the Italian countries, only to see the Northern half holding a sleeping South. Romano shifted on his brother's lap, turning more towards the warmth and then settling down. Veneziano growled at them while glaring, "If you wake him up I will crucify you all!" he spat.

Shock filled the room, "Italy-kun, are you feeling ok?" Japan asked, looking to his friend in worry. The Italian just sighed, looking up at everyone with a weak smile, "Si, just… per favore… don't wake up fratello, ve~"

Hungary came up to the younger boy who held his brother protectively, "Is Romano feeling unwell?"

Veneziano just shrugged, brushing back some of Romano's hair and kissing his forehead. Various 'aww's came from all the female nations, along with Poland, the Baltic States, Canada and England. (America look at England strangely, "What? I can like cute things, too!" England whined as France chuckled. Canada just shook his head at his family.)

Veneziano looked as if he had just realised that the others were staring at him and his brother, he quickly turned red, "Ve~ let's continue the meeting, si?"

And just like that, the meeting continued.

~(O.O)~

~Meanwhile~

Britannia squealed at the same time as her youngest son did, "They are ADORABLE!" she said jumping up and down on the spot. Celt just looked at his wife, smiling at her happiness. The ancient woman all squealed along with her, as Germania rolled his eyes and focused on Rome. The former empire looked sadly at his grandchildren.

Suddenly, Rome's face lite up mischievously. Celt and Germania looked horrified as the female ancients got the same look,

'OH MY GOD! THEY HAVE AN IDEA! THIS IS BAD!'

~(O.O)~

And so, the ancients made up a plan to help those who suffered silently and alone. A book that held their deepest secrets they would create, sometimes children need a little push in the right direction…

[END PART]

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