The last chapter was short. I'm so sorry! :( I feel sad now. I'll make it up to you... with... stuff? How about a trivia question! Okay... is this story amazing? Yes or yeppers? :D Thanks for all the support, it means a lot!

Friday, March 4th, 2011 Bonnefoy household

"So uh... what now?" Maria asked, the teens all gathered in the living room.

"I guess... I don't even know." Collete replied, sitting next to her on the couch.

"Well, what are some things that have been going on?" Catherine asked.

"My dad called my mum Arthur a few times. My mum said her son was going to be the 'city of perverts.' They also said they didn't want to go to a 'meeting' and that they could see someone named... America?" Aidan informed them. The others pondered this, not knowing what to expect.

"Maybe we're all the secret leaders of the world." Altheia laughed. Everyone else giggled with her, and Aidan started to cough. He held his chest, a congestion filling up his entire body.

"Are you okay, Aidan?" Clark asked, feeling his forehead.

"Yeah..." He wheezed. He coughed once more, his throat seeming to clog up.

"I'll be okay..." He muttered, and wiped drool from his chin. His hand came back red and sticky.

"Please tell me that's wine!" Atheia panicked, stumbling towards him.

"I told you I'm fine!" Aidan snapped, looking away. Altheia drew back her hand, nodding.

"Let's get back to work..." Aidan muttered. Maria was next to pipe up.

"My mamma has been very edgy, muttering about her Fratello. She never told me she had a brother." Maria looked at Luciano, who shook his head.

"You know," Luciano touched Jonaton's curl who winced in reply. "She has a curl just like this!"

"My mamma too!" Jonaton smiled widely.

"That's just weird..." Collete muttered.

"Why?" Jonaton asked, partially hurt at misunderstanding.

"I've never met ANYONE who had that kind of curl, and now your mum has one and his mum?" Everyone contemplated this, unsure of the entire matter.

"Maybe they are related? Didn't you say you had an aunt?" Aidan suggested.

"Yeah. The only thing I know is that my Vati doesn't like my aunt very much."

"My mamma says she hates my aunt's husand." Luciano laughed.

"Well, doesn't that kind of intertwine them? Maybe us three are cousins!" Maria beamed.

"It seems unlikely though. What nationalities are you from?" Altheia asked.

"I'm Italian and German." Jonaton said.

"Italian and Spanish." Maria and Luciano answered simultaneously.

"They're both Italian. What is your mum's nationality?"

"Italian."

"Same." Maria gasped.

"That would be so cool if we were related!" Luciano chattered on with Jonaton about their adventures if they were cousins.

"Anything ELSE we need to talk about?" Catheine glared at the two.

"My Otets is talking abou-" Catherine started.

"What?" Luciano asked, lost.

"Otets means father." Riley said, motioning for Catherine to continue.

"He was talking about letters from 'the countries' and old logs of 'the meetings,' one time on the phone. I was kinda eavesdropping." Catherine said, sadly.

"Maybe we could search our houses for anything weird?" Altheia suggested.

"Let's do it tomorrow. I don't feel like it today..." Jonaton muttered, yawning.

"I guess we could all sleep. Can we still stay here?" Riley asked.

"Uhhh sure? We don't have any extra rooms though... How about Collete and Maria, Luciano and Clark, Catherine and Altheia, Riley and Jonaton in my room... then I'll take the couch." Aidan stated as everyone dispersed. Aidan remembered the painting in his room, then thought of Riley seeing it.

"Stalker!" Riley screamed and ran from the house.

That wouldn't happen, but he still needed to get rid of the painting.

"Whoa, you paint, Aidan?" Riley called, and Aidan could practically hear the tarp falling to the ground.

"Wait, Riley!"

Riley stared at the painting, eyes widening. The painting was of him, and it was amazing. Riley studied it, all the details being correct and very careful.

"This is... spectacular! How did you learn to paint like this?" Riley gasped.

"I guess I just practiced." Aidan was relieved he hadn't been freaked out.

"I wish I had any creative skills." Riley beamed and Aidan couldn't help but smile back. He replaced the tarp, saying good night and leaving the room. Aidan plopped onto the couch, sighing and laying his head on the cushions. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.

Aidan awoke to a face, nose to nose with him.

"Eyah~!" He cried as he fell to the ground. Jonaton frowned, touching his face.

"Do I look weird?"

"No! But it was really freaked out to wake up with your face next to mine. What on earth were you doing?"

"Trying out my mind reading powers! Riley said I had them because I knew what he was thinking about this morning!" Jonaton said proudly.

"He was KIDDING! Go to bed..." Aidan groaned.

"But it's already 9!" Jonaton cried.

"Is anyone else up?"

"They all went home to look for things. Altheia said to wait until you got up for them to start."

"What about you?"

"Altheia's going to help me!" Jonaton smiled. He was back in a pair of loose shorts that went to his knees, and a shirt with black and red stripes.

"I'm getting up..." Aidan muttered as he pulled himself into a sitting position. He stood, walking like a zombie up the stairs.

"Ready to start?"

Saturday, March 5th, 2011. Vargas Household

Jonaton opened the door to his house, Altheia walking through. She gasped at the house, how elegant it was.

"This is so...nice!" There were paintings hanging all over the walls, beautiful one's that captured the beauty of a sunny day and mixing it with the richness of a chocolate cake. (that sounds soooo goood.)

"I don't know where to start looking." Jonaton craned his neck to look through the spotless rooms.

"I guess the garage?" He inquired, heading towards a black door at the back. When he pulled open the door, dust and the smell of years old items brushed into their faces, causing the two 14 year olds to cough.

The garage had boxes of stuff, piled to the ceiling. There were random books and papers scattered across the floor.

"My parents told me not to go in here because of spiders and things." Jonaton said, walking forward to inspect one of the many boxes.

"Where to start..." He grabbed a box and pulled.

"Wait, Jonaton!"

The entire pile of boxes fell to the ground, burying him in dust.

"Jonaton!" Altheia screamed, digging him out. His eyes rolled around in his head and he smiled idiotically.

"Heh... you're pretty..."

The two had managed to clean up the boxes, and looked at the name re-written on the cardboard box. Past names had been scribbled out, and the box was so delicate that it crumbled as they held it. At the moment the name said "Pictures."

"Worth a try." Altheia whispered. They opened the lid, a spider crawling out of the box and onto the floor. The two shuddered, digging out an old album. Altheia blew on it like they did in the movies. She carefully opened to the first page, a photo of a man with a big smile plastered on his face. He had a curl to match Jonaton's and had on a blue military suit.

"He looks just like my Mamma... maybe this was the brother that Maria was talking about!" Jonaton cheered, holding the picture album to Altheia's face. She took it, studying the picture and flipping the page. The left page had a picture of the man, by an identical man that had a scowl on his face. On the right was the smiling man, by a man with blond, slicked back, hair.

"That's my vati! Why is he with that man?" Jonaton wondered. They flipped the page again. The left side had another picture of the two men, standing by a waterfall. The right side had the two men... kissing.

"But... why would my Vati kiss another man? Especially one that HAS to be my uncle? He wouldn't do that... right?" Jonaton cried, tears gathering.

"He wouldn't do that!" Jonaton whispered. Altheia could only stroke his hair.

"Maybe it was before they were a couple." Altheia added gently.

"But the date says July 31st, 1993. They were married June 19th, 1993. That means Vati cheated on my Mamma!" Jonaton hissed, clutching the book to his chest.

"Let's put the book back for now. We can bring these photo's to the others and look through them later." Altheia randomly picked up a book titled, 'Toad and Slimy.' She handed it to Jonaton, who stared at it confusedly.

"To calm you down. When I'm upset, I bring out childhood memories." Altheia grinned at Jonaton who weakly smiled. They walked out of the garage, turning off the lights and shutting the door to all the memories in boxes.

Carriedo Household. Saturday, March 5th, 2011

Maria searched in her Mamma's closet, throwing out random shoes and boxes of old junk.

"Find anything, Maria?" Luciano called from the other closet.

"Nah! Wait...this looks interesting." There was a white box, a note taped to the top reading,

'World War 2 Diaries.'

"Mamma and Papa weren't alive then, right? Maybe Mamma enjoys reading these." Maria thought aloud.

She opened the lid, Luciano watching over her shoulder. She pulled out a random diary, reading through the first page.

June 11, 1940.

My idiot brother decided to side with the Axis powers, and that jack ass of a leader (Germany) is making me keep a diary about the war. Jokes on him because I have my secret weapon to unveil When I meet him, I will pull... A MUSTACHE! Haha! He will never see it coming and he will look like and Idiot! Spain is being annoying again. That merda can't keep himself calm. He is offering assistance, and even ruined some of our plans! I can't say anything, because I just joined today, but I can tell he's going to cause me more unfortune than when I was a kid!

-Romano

"Who's Romano? Why does Mamma have these?" Luciano wondered.

"Well, it's in her hand-writing. Maybe it was like a Roleplay?" Maria replied.

Luciano just shrugged. "Let's take these back to the others and read threw them then." Maria nodded, picking up the box and lugging it outside.

Saturday, March, 5th, 2011 Braginski Household

Catherine opened all the drawers in the entire house, unsure of what to look for. She knew suspicious stuff sure, but where would her parents even KEEP suspicious stuff. Riley ran in, holding papers that were in a messy pile, clasped between his hands.

"What's that?"

"Remember those letters you mentioned earlier?" Riley asked. Catherine gave a slight nod.

"I think I found them." He threw them on the ground, the papers spreading out everywhere. Catherine picked one up from the carpet, scanning it.

Dear Russia,

We haven't been able to contact you. The cold war has taken it's toll on the rest of the world. Can you PLEASE stop fighting with America, you damn commie? We can come to a comprimise if your willing to try. America's just to proud of himself to admit that he doesn't want to fight. Yes, he'd like to kick your arse, but who wouldn't. The other countries are forced to assist you two because our bosses want to keep relationships, but this is just overboard.

-England

They were acting like countries, just as Aidan had said! Riley handed another letter to her, and she glanced at it. It had obviously been crumpled, as if it had been written then thrown away.

As if reading her mind, Riley said, "I found it in a box labled 'trash.' It was obvious Otets didn't like it, but didn't want to get rid of it."

Dear Yao,

I was wondering if I could still take you up on that offer, when you invited me to your house. It seems like a good idea for us to have a better relationship, da? Then we can offer support when we are in wars. I am happy that England got to get married to France, and it has caused me to think about our relationship. We have only been dating for a couple months, but I think it would be fortunate to become closer. I-

The next part was scribbled out, but it ended with.

I think I may love you.

-Ivan

"That's Otets' name... but who's Yao? We have Mama... but I don't know a Yao. England and France aren't normal names."

"Nothing about any of this is 'normal.' That's why we're trying to make sense of it all."

"I suppose."

Saturday, March 5th, 2011. Bonnefoy household.

Aidan was studying video's ones he had found from his childhood. They all had names like 'Aidan's first steps,' or 'Altheia is born.' Aidan slowly put that one down, his face one of disgust.

He picked one up titled, 'The world meetings, Part 1.'

"What's this?" He asked as he slowly slipped it into the video slot.

Boring end again... I'm sorry for being a bad author. I've had these written for days but never published them! I'm almost done with chapter 9 so i'll post that today, the 14th, or tomorrow! I love you all and thank you for reading! Bless yo face! If you sneezed during this chapter, bless you. (I know... tobuscus impersonation fail XD)