To see everything a nation has seen, to live so long, it's no surprise nations seemed to have handfuls of issues. Of course, they have learned to handle it, but it doesn't mean they aren't there. For some, there must be a careful balance between being sane and insane, but a nation can handle it much of the time.

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Being a rather forgotten land that was still tossed around causes serious trust and commitment issues. Making friend might not be difficult, but having people who trust, well, they are either those who you have known for much of your life or made enough impact to earn your trust.

Commitment is a different matter. Yes, it requires trust, but the other must be willing to provide things for you that others would not. Promises, reminders, following through on word, a heart you can rely on. Commitment always takes so much more time then trust.

The nation almost is always needing, whether or not they want to admit it. Otherwise, they will feel forgotten. It hurts to feel forgotten.

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Some nations are left alone. With the technology of today, some island nations were basically unreachable for months. The water can separate a nation from their love ones, and even when love ones were near the nation would be far from home. There are also limited resources. Possessive words, 'mine' and 'my' mainly, become all too common, and it persists into the nation becoming possessive themselves.

Possessive and lonely, they cling to what they have. They silently watch others be so happy. They want that happy feeling, and they want it to last forever.

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What can be truly remarkable is when issues can help each other to be lighter. A possessive nature can create what someone with commitment issues needs. A needing nature can fill up loneliness and give happiness to someone who needs it. Sometimes, these nations can find each other and realize that they can need each other, and it's

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"And it's what?"

The writer quickly turns as his idea that someone was reading his writing was confirmed. Shocked blue-green eyes look through glasses to see a pair of purple eyes. "H-how long have you been reading?"

"Enough to read everything you wrote. You should finish it."

"And what if I don't?"

"You aren't the type to leave something unfinished."

"I could just finish it later."

"Really? Your sleeping habits say otherwise. Plus I won't laugh at what you write."

"But you… Fine." The writer turned back to the writing, finishing off the last line quickly and adding another line at the bottom of the page.

"Happy?" Purple eyes scanned the writing.

"Very." The platinum blond man leaned down for a quick kiss and another look at the writing. He chuckled.

"You said you won't laugh."

"Well, you're the one being funny, Eistland."

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…and it's this that can sometimes lead nations to fall in love.

Now, stop reading my journal, Island.