[I don't own hetalia]

[I'm well again! To those who don't read my one shots book, I've had another throat infection. Not fun. Also, to TwistDart, This isn't all I'm doing for Canada, I'm just doing some research on the other things you suggested. I don't take history here because it's actually hard to pass at my school for some reason. Still up for suggestions or any other headcanons you guys might have. An America chapter is coming up next I'm pretty sure. Enjoy~]

"Oh…" Canada whispered, "The next entry is mine. Dear Diary, why did Papa give me away? Does he not want me anymore? At least Arthur is nice to me, but still. I love Papa more. -Canada." Canada felt tears gather in his eyes. He remembered writing this. It was his first night under England's care and he was crying, wanting France to come back and get him. Take him home. He remembered tears splattering onto the page, smudging the ink. He just wanted to go home.

England awwed at the younger nation, "There was a lot more to that then you would have known at the time."

France nodded, "Oui. You were and still are mon petit Matthieu. But sometimes being a nation takes away the lives we make for ourselves as humans. We were lucky enough to have seen each other the little amount we did. Angleterre was very understanding and I wasn't even supposed to see you at all."

America grinned and wrapped an arm around his brother, "Yeah! And we even got to spend a lot more time together! It wasn't lonely!"

Canada smiled through the unshed tears. They were right. France did get scheduled visits every month. He'd spend all day with Canada and sometimes even America, then he'd spend all night with England. Back then the relationship between the two older countries hadn't began to fall apart yet and they still held together. Canada was thankful that he had the time to make happy memories before growing up and having wars, not many nations got that privilege. Some were born into the war. Others were alone for a large portion of their early childhood. He was one of the lucky ones to get a family.

"Alright," Canada smiled, "Next, is a fact. Every nation had a life before becoming a nation. It was from a different timeline in a different universe. They died early and were reborn in this world to represent their own people and be connected to the land, but their deaths also link with their personalities. For example, Romano died when he was just born. He first breath was his last breath. Veneziano survived longer, but he felt lonely, as if something was missing. He died as a four year old due to neglect. This is why Romano feels inferior to his brother as he didn't even get to have a second breath in the other world. Veneziano has 'monophobia', the fear of being alone due to his Romano's death and child neglect. Only the magical nation's know of this and how each personification died."

[So, I was thinking about making this my next book for after this one, what do you guys think? Obviously I wouldn't start it now because of school, but I don't think I've ever read a fanfic like this.]

Romano's jaw dropped and Veneziano pulled him closer. Are the ancients stalkers or something? How do they know all of this?! The nations in the room felt tense. Even Rome looked slightly shocked, 'I don't remember putting that in there. Huh, must have been Britannia's doing.' he thought. Veneziano suddenly realised something.

"Ve~ Fratello!" he yelped, hugging the older closer, "I told you to stop feeling like you're inferior to me!" The Italian babbled on and on, not giving Romano any time to defend himself. Everyone felt the tension leave as they relaxed at the sight of the brothers acting so casually. Romano yelled out as everyone laughed.

New Zealand went up and tapped Canada on the shoulder, "Can I please read next?" he asked politely. Australia snorted something along the lines of 'deceiving little shit' causing New Zealand to turn and roundhouse kick his head. Canada giggled a little and passed the sheep-like man the large book with a smile, which New Zealand returned.

New Zealand sat down next to his whining 'big brother' and scanned the page, "When New Zealand was young, he often confused people about his gender. He started a game called 'What Do You Think?' and changed the answer everyday. England used to get very confused and one day fainted because New Zealand said that he had both a male and female part just to mess with him. Australia finally caught him getting changed one time." New Zealand laughed at the memory. Others looked confused.

Australia sighed and decided to enlighten everyone of the story, "Well, I was just coming over one morning and burst into Zea's house. How was I supposed to know he was getting changed?!" Some nations were glaring at him because of his indecent actions.

"You're sooo~ lucky I'm not a girl, bro." the kiwi smirked causing Australia to roll his eyes and pat his head.

Persia watched dumbfounded as Greece and Turkey strangled each other. This was going to be a lot harder than he first thought. He gulped and walked up to them, "Um, I think you guys need some couples counseling." Poor Persia, trying to be funny. They two nations turned their harsh glares onto him. "Oh shit!"

Run.

Rome looked out the window in the room in confusion. He could of sworn he heard something. Oh well, he shrugged as he turned back to the laughing nations, watching New Zealand beat the shit out of Australia (sorry, Aus - not - I'm from NZ).

[END PART]