[I don't own hetalia... blah blah blah, you know this by now, right?]

[I will try to use diary entries and facts that aren't normally used. Next update will probably be next week. I have holidays coming up.]

The nation's got comfortable in the seats, they were placed close together so the speaker would be heard. Some even went to get blankets from the random cabinets that had showed up.

The three Italian's sat cuddled up to each other, a habit from when they were younger. Spain sat alone on a one seater sulking about the fact he wasn't aloud to sit next to Romano. England and Wales cuddled close under a large blanket that was stolen from France who was crying about it being taken away. Scotland sat with the Ireland twins on either side of him. The Ireland's decided to poke him every once and a while just to get a reaction. Russia sat with his sister's slightly shivering as Belarus got a bit closer to him. America sat with Canada and Kumajiro, grinning like an idiot. Japan had hesitated but decided to sit with China. China was surprised but he knew why Japan had sat with him. Japan was feeling afraid and whenever he was scared, he would sit close to China. Sealand sat with Seychelles, Australia and New Zealand on the biggest couch, whispering to the girl about all the ships in the room. Germany and Prussia sat down next to Austria, finding out that the Austrian was tapping his hand on his leg as if he were playing the piano. Sweden and Finland sat together on a single seater, Finland on the taller man's lap. Iceland sat between Norway and Denmark with a blanket covering all three.

Norway sighed, preparing himself for the storm he could feel about to arrive. "Is everyone ready to start?" he question, receiving many nods from everyone. "Okay then, here we go. Dear diary, people say that I have no emotions, but the truth is that I do have them. I just don't want to show them. - Norway. Oh, wait that's me."

England quietly snorted at Norway's remark, no shit. Iceland looked at his broth- Norway (I DIDN'T SAY BROTHER, SHUT UP!) in concern as did the other Nordic's. Norway just continued on, not wanting to talk about that entry.

"Dear diary, I will never - EVER - babysit Arthur and Dylan for the Kirklands again. Those kid's is a demon in disguise, I swear! I'll get grey hair! - China" Norway chuckled under his breath as the memory that England had told him about.

England and Wales smirked at the mention of the babysitting, how dare their brothers' think they could give them over to some nation to take care of for the day?!

China paled as nations laughed about it, thinking that he was just over reacting. "Aiya! They were horrible! The worst babies I have ever babysat in my entire life, aru~"

"We weren't that bad…" they spoke in unison. China glared at them, sending shivers down the spines of many of the younger nations.

Norway shook his head, "Anyway, this seems to be a fact… Oh, how cute!" Norway uncharacteristically grinned a little, "When England was small the only way to get him to stop crying was to let Scotland hold him. Even now when he is older, Scotland is the only one to comfort him when he is upset."

Various 'aww's sounded through the room as England's face heated up. He groaned and hid his face in Wales arm.

"Well, this seems a bit sad." Norway muttered as he scanned over the next one. Iceland looked over his shoulder. "What?" Norway sighed and started to read, "Dear diary, I don't hate my brother. I am not sour about the fact I'm not called 'Italy' anymore and he is. It doesn't matter to me. I don't mean to be an asshole all the time. Why does everybody assume things? - Romano"

Romano sunk further into the couch, trying to pull one of Canada's tricks and disappear. It didn't work. They stared at the Southern Italian in shock. Veneziano held Romano's hand tightly and smile at him, "I know you don't hate me, fratello! I love you!"

Romano's face heated up, and he muttered some that everyone else couldn't hear but made Veneziano smile and Seborga giggle.

"I'm not reading anymore." Norway spoke simply as he threw the book at England, who gasped as he caught it.

England glared over at Norway, "I guess I will read then. New Zealand doesn't hate Australia. Sure they fight sometimes, but they don't hate each other. They'll always be there for each other in times of need. After all, it's quite lonely at the bottom of the world. New Zealand only rejected Australia's proposal because he knew they would both be better off as their own separate countries."

New Zealand felt his face heat up as Australia smirked and wrapped a large arm around his neighbour, "You don't hate me as much as you say, Zea?" the larger male leaned over the smaller.

New Zealand punched Australia in the face, "Shut up!" his embarrassment made the others laugh.

England snickered at his childrens antics, "Now, now. Don't cause trouble, children."

Scotland snorted, "Hypocrite."

England glared at him playfully, "Nobody asked you. Anyway… Oh no, poor Austria." he said sarcastically, "He's not going to like this. Austria is very ticklish."

Austria's face paled as he shifted away from Prussia, ready to sprint to the other side of the room. Prussia face lit up and he turned to the pianist. The two stared at each other until the albino suddenly lunged at Austria. He squirmed in his grip until Prussia dug his fingers into Austria's ribs. The Austrian squealed in laughter as he started to squirm more violently. Prussia cackled as he continued to torture the poor pianist. The other nation's laughed at the scene. After a few minutes, Prussia had let the Austrian go and watched amused as he leaned against him trying to catch his breath.

England laughed a little at the scene, finding it absolutely adorable. "Alright, Dear diary, it's been years since he broke his promise, but I don't feel sad anymore. He is just a memory to me, nothing more, nothing less. I have already moved on. He left and never came back, therefore he has no place in my heart anymore. - Italy Veneziano."

Romano stared at his brother in shock, just like the older nations. He really got over Holy Roman Empire?

Veneziano just smiled sadly, it was true. Everything he had written was true. He loved someone else now, who was there for him longer than anyone else. But the problem was that he didn't know if they would accept his love. He was upset at Holy Roman Empire at first, but then he slowly started to become anger at him, thinking him to be a liar. Fratello was there for him though, and he couldn't be anymore grateful.

That's right. The love of Italy Veneziano's life was none other than his Southern counterpart, Italy Romano.

[END PART]