A/N: We finally get to the meat of the story. Yay!

The silence hung in the air for a moment until Arthur said, "Son… they're just questions."

Liam was disappointed, no Arthur was disappointed and Arthur wasn't planning on giving up. Liam sighed because knew that he had to deal with these delegates for the rest of the month. He didn't want to be harassed by them the entire time. Just sitting here for the last five minutes with them made his skin prickle from the uncomfortable static electricity feel of their curiosity. It might be pathetic, but he'd rather tell them once and get it over with than prolong the experience. At least then he could be left alone again.

"Fine, fine…." He let the words escape, "I don't know how to answer you're question though…" Part of himself was angry for giving in so easily, but it was quickly squashed by the excitement coming from the three foreigners. He rolled side to side in the leather chair.

"Just try," Mr. Noica coaxed. He didn't realize, but Liam was trying! He pulled some calm out of Mr. Thomassen. It made him feel cold inside, but he was able to answer without yelling.

The empath stopped fidgeting. "Why do you want to know anyway?" Liam asked, "What reason should I tell you something so personal? Will you reciprocate or am I just suppose to spill my secrets to you?"

Everyone was startled and the Romanian stuttered out, "Uh… I didn't realize it was so personal for you."

In the back of his mind, Liam noticed a group of people lingering around the conference room door. Was lunch over already? All of a sudden there was a spike of anger. The unexpected emotion wiggled into him before he could stop it and then he was yelling.

"Of course it is! It'd be like me asking you what you're deepest desire is or why you have so much pain?" Liam shouted. His nails were biting into his palms.

"No person feels as much as you guys feel. It's not normal!" The anger kept coming, Liam couldn't feel the other guys' emotions anymore.

"What? Do you want me to "read" your emotions for you? And do what then? I'm not a circus attraction!" Liam exclaimed.

The door burst open and heaps of dignitaries fell into the room on top of each other. On the bottom of the pile was the American. He was visibly upset. On top of him were three brunettes, Francis, the mischievous albino, another blonde with glasses. Looming above them was the German and a man with a rifle. It's safe to say the anger he was feeling was from those two. However, he could also feel curiosity from them all. There was hidden love from Francis towards the blonde boy with glasses. What Francis didn't know was the blonde had unrequited love towards Francis. Their was an odd mix of paternal feelings their too…Liam's stomach rolled. Please, don't let it be incest! He did not know how to handle that!

Everyone seemed to be stunned into silence. The American traced circles into the carpet. He looked completely unconcerned at being on the bottom of a six person dog pile. He should be in so much pain from that weight... Liam was beyond confused. And with the added people his emotions were dangerously chaotic again.

"Veee, can you tell me what I'm feeling?" A small Italian wiggled out of the heap and scurried over to Liam.

"Feliciano!" Another Italian called out scrambling after him, kicking the last brunette in the side as he did. A pained, "Looovi," was exclaimed with a Spanish accent.

Feliciano plopped down in a seat next to Liam, "Read me, Mr. Empath! Read me!"
Liam sucked in a breath. The three in front of him looked stunned at the strange turn of events. The possibility of him getting out of this? He looked at the eager faces.

Zero.

"Fine… just fine," Liam sighed. A chorus of exclamations went up. "Just don't say anything alright?" Liam asked looking over the group carefully. "Oh and back up," he waved the rest of them away from him. The all just stared at him strangely.

"Back up! I can't feel him if you're all crowding his emotions."

The made little oh sounds and moved away. Arthur, Mr. Thomassen and Mr. Noica stayed at the front of the group though. The empath rolled his eyes and spun the chair back around to face the Italian.

"Feliciano, right?" Liam asked. The boy bobbed his head.

"Alright so there are a bunch of ways for an empath to read a person." Liam could hear the sound of a pencil scratching behind him. He turned and grabbed one of his own so it'd be easier to remember everything.

"What I want you to do is think about a particular event in your life and I'll tell you the emotions behind it. Ok?" Liam was doing this because it was safer than exposing everything the boy was feeling right now.

"Do you have an event?" The brunette nodded, eyes closed. Liam nodded also and let himself zone out. The emotions were right there, so easy to grasp. Liam sat soaking up his emotions, he barely even had to concentrate.

"Don't you have to be touching him?" Mr. Thomassen asked.

"Stop talking to me," Liam replied, concentrating on remembering each emotions as it came up.

Terror and bravery mixed together in the first sequence, then a burst of nostalgia, and excitement. The next sequence was longer and a flower of friendship was the main emotion, but then there was worry. It was strong enough that Liam was able to pin down the reason too. It was about being abandoned by another person, a guy, Liam was almost positive. There was jealousy (over someone, not something). More bravery and terror along with a healthy dose of tenderness then a rapid fire of wonder, joy, and excitement.

In the absence of the event's memories, Liam was able to clearly see the trails of Feliciano's worry about abandonment under almost all of his other emotions. Liam scratched down the emotions on a scrap piece of paper. "Ok Feli, do you want to tell anyone what you were thinking of?"

Nerves cropped up and Feliciano searched the rest of the nations. Not finding whoever he was looking for he shook his head. Protests broke out, the loudest was, "How will we know if you're telling the truth?" Liam ignored them and recounted the emotions for the small brunette.

As Liam spoke Feliciano's eyes got wider and wider. The last thing though, that he wouldn't say to the Italian in front of other people so he wrote it down and slid it across the table.

You're still worried he will leave you for someone else.

Feliciano's eye's nearly bulged out of his head and his face went white. He snatched the paper off the table and stared at it. He gave a high pitched giggle before exclaiming, "Veee, this made me hungry for some PASTA!" He booked it out of the room faster than Liam had ever seen someone move. The piece of paper was crumpled up in his hand.

Can anyone guess what memory chain N. Italy was thinking of during his reading? First person to guess gets a cookie. First person to guess correctly gets to request a nation to be "read" by Liam!

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