White-Neko: Sorry guys, I've been meaning to write this, but with school and a bit of writers block, I never really got to it… Anyway, I'm forcing Brittany to update her "Shugotalia" and we plan on updating everything, so that's a plus! I'll try to update, but even though I know what I want to write, it never comes out quite how I want it. Now, this chapter isn't an entry but isn't quite filler, so here you go!
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"What should we do?" Japan asked the room.
"We should hide the journal."
"What do you mean Canada-aru?"
"America would probably get mad or something if he knew, and like we agreed before, we should hide it now and continue at night or when America is away."
"Agreed, anyone have any complaints?" Germany spoke. With no complaints spoken, a new topic was brought into discussion- Where do we hide the journal?
"Maybe we can hide it underneath my bed-da?"
Al would probably question you and attempt to discover it if he noticed us eyeing it or protecting it." Canada countered.
"The origin of good hiding spots thinks we should hide it in the fireplace!"
"To have it burn! Idiot, we can't hide it there!"England argued.
"Perhaps in one of our suitcases, no? Moi, will take it."
"I wouldn't want it anywhere near you, frog-face!" As the two began bickering in the background the other personified nations sighed and moved on.
"Ve~ Maybe we can hide it in a vase or a pot!"
"That actually might be a good idea-aru!"
"America wouldn't go randomly looking in a pot-da?"
"He does have the tendency to look into others stuff." Austria noted.
"But he wouldn't just look into a pot at random!" Italy spoke up.
"That is true, maybe it'll work." Hungary said.
"Which pot should we use?" Spain asked.
"Why not this one!" Romano said from across the room, pointing to a large vase hidden behind a large chair.
"Good eye, Romano." Spain said, hugging to poor Italian brother.
"Get off me, b-bastard!"
"I'll just put this in the vase now…" Canada said quietly before walking over and placing it gently inside.
"Ha-ha! Hey guys I'm here!" America called from the front door. Everyone just stood still, unsure of what to expect. Oh, how ones views can change in so little time.