Everyone was of course stunned by this turn of events. Amelia was huffing and puffing after yelling at Atticus. Then her eyes widened, realizing that it might have been a mistake to do that because her life could become more of a living hell.

Atticus, on the other hand, was shocked into silence for a few seconds. Those seconds seemed like hours to the rest of the nations. Then, he started laughing. He started laughing this maniacal laugh. His dark eyes seemed to darken more. His laughing, like the silence, seemed to last hours.

"So," he started after he stopped is laughter, "you finally grew some, didn't you?"

Amelia didn't respond. Her eyes glistened like she was about to start crying. She knew the consequences that awaited her.

"Answer me!"

She licked her lips and nodded slowly before looking down at the ground.

Atticus smirked, "Maybe I'll hurt you now…"

As he said that, several nations stepped forward, but stopped when Atticus raised his hand.

"Maybe I'll let you sit in this for a while… I think I'll do that. Now, just imagine what I could do to you."

Atticus then disappeared. Amelia's knees gave out and she fell to the ground. Matthew rushed forward and knelt beside her, quickly pulling her into an embrace. Everything seemed to stop, nobody moved. Amelia wasn't crying, but she was stuck in her head. Then, came the sobbing.

"Wh- what have I done?" she sobbed out.

Before anyone else could respond, Ivan stepped forward and knelt in front of the sobbing nation, "you stood your ground."

Amelia choked out a laugh, a very sarcastic laugh, "yeah, I totally stood my ground. Now, I'm probably never going to get him to go away."

"You have us," Matthew told his twin.

That sentiment was silently agreed upon by most nations.

Amelia smiled slightly, before it disappeared, "what if we can't get rid of him?"

"Then," Saiska came through the crowd, "us ancients will try our best to figure out why he plagues you."

Amelia scrunched her eyebrows, "why didn't you do that before?"

"Because we rarely saw how much of a meany he really is."

"'Meany?'"

"There are still children present."

"They've heard it all!"

"I don't care. Anyway, do you still feel up to reading some more?"

Amelia rolled her eyes before drying her cheeks. She nodded and pointed to Luciano, "you get to read now."

"Fuck you," came the response, but Luciano did grab the book, waited for everyone to be seated in the appropriate seats before reading. "The first one is by that kid, Peter. Dear diary, Sometimes I think that, without Raivis, I would have given up trying to become a country."

"Awe," Raivis looked towards a now blushing Peter, "I didn't realize I made that much of an impact on your life."

"Well," Peter spoke up, "if you hadn't been able to do it, I might not be able to."

Raivis gave Peter a small smile, "just keep up the hard work."

Peter gave a wide smile at the small nation and nodded.

"Cute," Luciano groaned sarcastically, "but I'm going to continue now."

"You- my dear friend-" Amelia smirked at the 2p, "just love having this whole dark side to you, right?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, it's all an act."

"No, it's not!"

"Trust me, buddy. I can tell when someone is lying. Hell, I could tell when Feli was lying… granted it took me forever to figure that out, but I did."

Luciano stood up and stalked towards the American, pulling out a knife, "I would shut up if I were you."

Amelia rolled her eyes and pulled the knife closer to her neck, "do it," she stared straight into his eyes, "I dare you."

After a few moments of the two just staring into each other's eyes intensely, nobody around them daring to even breathe, Luciano stuttered backward, lowering the knife. He let out a breath and shook his head before chuckling darkly.

"I would never hurt a lady," he told Amelia.

"You wouldn't hurt a fly if you didn't have to," Amelia spoke softly.

I wrote some of this on my first ever train ride...