AN: Yeah I'm late. Really late. I apologize. But hey at least I finally put it up! And now that school is out I can just write the chapter and finish this story in no time! I hope you enjoy the chapter, because I was sketchy about this, but I felt like something like this should happen, and the story would feel incomplete without it.

Enjoy!

After talking to Italy, America got scared. He had no idea what to say to Japan, let alone if these are true feelings or he's just confused. That's when he went to find his journal to write in it.

I have no idea what to do now. I just called and talked to Feliciano about my feelings for Kiku, and he said I'm just going to have to tell him. But now I'm actually thinking about if I really like guys. I mean, my feelings may just be I really care about him and stuff, and I do, but could it be that my feelings are so strong that it reveals that I'm not straight? I don't really know how else to figure it out other than looking up gay porn or something around that area, but I don't think I can do that. So does that mean my feelings are fake? I'm so confused. Maybe I should just go online and look at pictures of guys…I mean that's what guys that are attracted to guys do, right?

America stops writing and looks at his laptop, then looks back at his journal. He closed his journal and opened his laptop. He went to Google images then stared at the screen for 10 minutes.

"Well, I don't have to Google gay porn," America thought, "maybe I can just Google guys girls are into these days. Ugh, 'these days', that makes me sound so old. Who's hot now anyways? …oh! Ryan something. Uh, Ryan…maybe I can just type it into Google and it'll tell me!"

America typed in 'Ryan' into the search bar, and immediately it showed 'Ryan Gosling' first then 'Ryan Reynolds' second.

"Oh yeah! They're really good actors too. I guess I'll look at Ryan Gosling first. Whoa. He…he has, nice abs…I wonder what he does to work out. They're really…shapely. Okay, what about Ryan Reynolds? …whoa..."

After being on the computer for an hour and many searches, he went back to his journal.

Shit, now I'm for sure this time. I really think I am bisexual.

America let go of his pencil and rubbed his hands from his face through his hair.

"Shit," America said to himself. He didn't know what to do now. He felt like he needed someone to talk to. He picked his cell phone back up and called Italy back.

"Ciao?" Italy answered.

"Hey Feli, it's me again," America replied.

"Hey Alfred!"

"Umm, you know how I asked you about advice for my friend a couple minutes ago?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I kind of lied to you."

"What?"

"The thing is…okay, what I'm about to tell you, you can't tell anybody okay? Not even Ludwig!"

"Why not?"

"Because it's something really personal, and I don't really know who else to talk to."

"Oh, okay."

"You promise?"

"I promise!"

"I'm serious man, don't squeal."

"I won't! Just tell me!"

"Okay…the person who I was talking about…."

"…yes?"

"It was…"

"Is it one of the nations?"

"Kind of."

"Let me guess! Is it—"

"Feli just let me talk!" America interrupted.

"I'm sorry."

America sighed, "It's fine."

"Is it someone I know?"

"It's me," America said quietly.

"What'd you say?"

"It's…it's me."

"What? Wait you're gay? Alfred I never knew! Wow this is—"

"I'm not gay! I'm bi."

"Oh. Well still!"

"You can't tell ANYONE."

"Does no one else know? Not even Arthur?"

"No, you're the first one I've told."

"Whoa."

"Y-yeah."

"How did you figure it out?"

"I just...did, I've been having these feelings for awhile now and I'm trying to…accept myself."

"Why'd you decide to call me?"

"Well…cause you're, you know…"

"Gay?"

"Yeah, and you know stuff, I'm just—"

"Scared?"

"Yeah! How do you uh…deal with it?"

"It's not something you deal with Alfred; you just have to come to accept yourself for who you are."

"But how? I mean I can't even imagine telling anybody let alone my states! Maybe 10, 15 of them would accept me and the others would resent me! Hell I'm pretty sure the whole south would hate my guts. And then there's just this whole other part of me that I didn't even know about until now, I don't even know how I'm supposed to act now."

"You don't have to change the way you act."

"Well, how did you do it? I mean you're dead in the center of where Christianity became a thing yet you seem to be doing okay."

"Heh," Italy chuckled, "Alfred you have no idea how hard it was for me to come out. I thought something was wrong with me, that I was just subconsciously doing this because I had a hard time getting with girls. It took me from when I about 30 years to come out."

America even remembered when Italy told him. It was about 10 years ago, and he really didn't know how to respond. He liked being Italy's friend, but when he found out he was gay (let alone dating Germany of all people), he flipped out and didn't talk to him until the next UN meeting. Eventually, Italy went and talked to him about it. About how he felt that's who he was, how he felt no attraction to America, and how he wished they could go back to being friends again. It wasn't until a couple years ago America got used to it, and now he doesn't really think about it.

Italy went on as America listened intently, "I've heard all sorts of things about homosexuals since I'm so close to the church, but I know that God will love me no matter what, and he made me in his design. People can say what they want but it doesn't bother me much anymore."

"…"

"Hello? Alfred? Did I talk too much?"

"No no, it's fine. I was actually going to ask you how you figured it out anyways. And how you're uh, religious views were."

"Were you thinking about that too?"

"Well yeah, but I didn't know if I could ask about it to you since you're Catholic and I'm Protestant."

"Well when you think about it it's pretty similar, so I don't think it would matter."

"Yeah."

"So, who's this person you have a crush on?"

"Oh, uh, just someone."

"Do I know them?"

"…"

"I do! So is it a nation? Tell me! I promise not to say anything to anyone!"

America sighed and gulped, "Its Kiku."

"Really? Kiku?"

"Yeah."

"Haha, well what do you see in him?"

"I, I don't know, I just look at him and feel nervous and stuff."

"Like how?"

"I don't know how to explain it."

"Well think of him right now, how do you feel?"

"I feel…happy," America said. What Italy couldn't see right now was that America had a smile on his face.

"Now, what do you see in him that makes you like him so much?"

"Well he's cute and smart, and we like a lot of the same things."

"Anything else?"

"He always listens to me, even when everyone else stopped. And he's always there for me, more than I am for him."

"Sounds like love to me."

"I don't love him!" America blushed, "I just know that I like him more than a friend. And I don't even know if he likes me back, let alone likes guys! Do you know?"

"Hmm," Italy thought, "You know after knowing him for so long I still don't know."

America sighed, "Great."

"Why can't you just ask him?"

"He may get suspicious!"

"You'll have to ask him at some point."

"He doesn't even really talk about his personal life."

"Well this is a good time to get him starting! It'll be fine!"

"Says the one who's not asking anyone anything."

"You have to be positive Alfred! Just be calm and smooth about it."

"So just don't be you?"

"Hey!"

"Hahahaha!"

"You're such a meanie!"

"I'm kidding Feli."

"Veneziano! Dove cazzo sei?" Romano yelled in the distance.

"Hold on Alfred," Italy said then yelled to Romano, "Che cos'è?"

"Bastardo patata è qui," Romano said back.

"Sto arrivando," Italy yelled then said back to America, "Alfred I'm going to have to call you back, Ludwig's here!"

"Oh, okay."

"Just do what I told you, and you'll be fine!"

"Okay, bye."

"Bye!"

America hung up the phone. Right when he did Japan knocked on his door.

"Come in!" America said.

Japan walked in still in his pajamas, "Are you ready to eat breakfast?"

"Yeah," America got off of his bed to walk with Japan downstairs.

"Who were you talking to?" Japan asked.

"Oh, just Feli, he was asking me about business stuff."