They had spent a day doing nothing, so now they were back in the living room, Kiku was the one reading today. Lovino and Feliciano hadn't talked about what happened to cause the day break. Romeo had gone back and forth between his two brothers, basically begging them to talk again, but they wouldn't. He was getting more and more stressed, but every time he would panic, Anthony would be right there to comfort him. The relationship between the three Italians was straining, it didn't take a genius to figure that out. 

The fire department has a code just for them, as Gilbert sets the house on fire almost weekly. All the firefighters argue on who has to go each time.

That made everyone laughs at that, even the clearly exasperated Ludwig. You could tell he was thinking about the many, many, times he had to call the fire department. 

Kiku looked at the next entry, blushed, and moved on to the one after that. Leon noticed, so he read the skipped entry, and he basically choked. 

"Hey, Kiku, you missed an entry."

"I don't know what your talking about."

"Yeah you do, I saw you read it in your head."

"No I didn't."

"If you don't read it, I will."

"Don't you dare."

Too late. Leon grabbed the book from Kiku, and didn't even pause before he read out the entry.

Kiku has a raging crush on Alfred.

Everyone shut up. Kiku was blushing out of his mind, so was Alfred. Matthew was trying not to die from laughter. He knew what was going through his brothers mind.

Kiku was tempted to run out of the room, so he did. Alfred was right behind him. And holy hell could Alfred run. Since Kiku couldn't get to their room without Alfred catching up, so he ran into a bathroom. That didn't help. Alfred was there before the door closed. He went into the room, and suddenly they were in the small room together. Alfred closed the door.

Kiku was about to talk when he was cut off by a pair of lips smashing into his. He was shocked, but kissed back, as it was his crush who had smashed his lips into his. So he took the opportunity. Alfred was the one who pulled away.

"Keeks, I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me. I know you don't the touching thi-" Alfred was saying but just got pulled into another kiss. He didn't fight it. It quickly got heated, as they had both been pushing their feelings down, not wanting to ruin their friendship. But now that one had, unwillingly, confessed, things were going in full swing. 

Alfred's tongue had swiped along Kiku's lip a while ago, and he had opened up right away. There was absolutely no room between them. Alfred somehow pulled him impossibly closer, right before he said 'fuck it' in his mind, and picked up Kiku, and put him on the counter.

The make out session went on for a while before, once again, oxygen was a bitch and a cock-block, and they had to pull apart to breath. God damn oxygen and needing to breath. They were both panting, and they looked like a mess. Alfred's bomber jacket was on the ground, his t-shirt was showing his stomach, Kiku's hair was a mess. Both of their lips were swollen. 

They looked at each other, and let out small laughs.

"So, I'm guessing that we're gonna be a thing?" Alfred said, already knowing the answer. 

Kiku just nodded his head and buried his head in Alfred's chest, which made Alfred chuckle. He helped Kiku get off the counter, and they both helped make sure that it looked like nothing had happened. Both of their lips were slightly less swollen. 

When they went back to the room, Matthew gave Alfred that look that only brothers can give, saying 'I know what you did'. Alfred just looked away. They sat together, Elizabeta and Mei were both wishing they had their cameras. Mei had her phone, and that was good enough to capture the yaoi for her.

No one said anything about the fact that the two clearly just got back from a make-out session, and Kiku just grabbed the book and read the next entry.

Dear Diary,                                                                                                                                                                                                The Locals  set me on fire again... but this time they tied me up so I couldn't move. My whole body is sore and my hair is shorter... After they realized I couldn't die from fire the threw me into the water... I can't swim... but I also can't drown... I was just sitting there, struggling for  hours... until Vati came... he looked upset, and called me stupid... all this happened because of the fact that I have white hair and red eyes? Why did God curse me? Did I do something wrong?

The normally cheerful albino had deflated as each word was read, until by the end, he was curled up into himself, silently crying. Elizabeta, Roderich, and Ludwig were all looking at him with worry, so were the rest of the Germanics. 

Alfred and Matthias were the first to get up, to try and comfort their friend, Francis and Antonio not far behind. Alfred reached to touch him, which only made the sobs more loud. Everyone who was not close to him left the room. Matthew had stayed.

They all sat in the room, the only sound being that of Gilbert's sobs. After he calmed down, no one spoke. They sat like that for a while, no one could tell how long. 

"What did it mean by again? How many times did that happen to you?" Elizabeta had asked, trying to keep herself from crying. Gilbert sighed, not really wanting to answer, but he figured that it would probably be for the best if he did.

"I lost count how many. That was probably the second or third, it's been awhile so I can't remember that well. All because I'm a stupid albino." He said, angrily wiping at his tears.

No one knew what to do. So they did what they thought was best, at least to Matthew. Matthew hugged him, followed by Alfred and Matthias, then Antonio and Francis, then the remaining Germanics in the room.

After Gilbert was finally done crying and back to his normal, cheery, cocky self, they got everyone back in the room to continue reading. Kiku decided that he didn't want to read anymore, so Toris got up to read.

The Nordics have a Minecraft server they play on together. Denmark is often a troll and decides to destroy Sweden's castles, but then everyone else teams up of Denmark to kill him with meat, just to humiliate him.

Everyone laughed, and Matthias was grumbling about the horrid meat murders.

Romano was Spain's cabin boy during his pirate years.

Antonio and Lovino started to share memories from the pirate days before they went back to the book.

America can cook. Really well actually. But since his food is more traditional "home-style" American cooking, he doesn't get the same respect as European countries (like France and Italy) that are famous for their cuisine. He can make an amazing pot roast and a burger that would knock any fast-food chain out of business from scratch. And he does all his Thanksgiving cooking himself.

Everyone gave him a look. All except those who knew. Toris decided that before they could flood him with questions, he would read the next one, which would mean more questions.

America's capital, states, micronations, and territories are all personified. They are all his kids. There are a few countries who already know.

All the countries look at Alfred, jaws dropped, except those who knew.

"Wait, how many kids do you have?" Arthur said, still slightly bewildered that the wild American could raise kids.

"Um, well fifty states, one capital, five territories, and ten micronations, so sixty-six kids." He said with a smile.

Romeo looked at Anthony. "Jesus Christ you have sixty-five siblings. How are you still sane?"

Anthony's answer was simple. "I'm not."

"Which it's not like I'm the only one, Matthew's provinces are personified, so are Jett's states. They looked at Wendy, who nodded. 

"Wait, how many do you two have?" Francis said, slightly scared for the answer.

"Well I've got a capital, ten provinces, three territories, and five micronations. So nineteen in all." Matthew said. Francis thought that he had accidentally smoked crack from what was coming out of the two young countries mouths.

"I've got a capital, six states, three territories, and five micronations. So fifteen. All of our kids are friends." Jett said. That's what broke all the countries. The micronations were screaming at Wendy and Anthony for not telling them about them.

"Wait, hold on. Who knew about Alfred's kids?" Ludwig asked. 

Lovino, Toris, Matthias, Gilbert, Matthew, Elizabeta, and Natalya all raised their hands. Feliciano was sad that his brother didn't say anything to him, but still didn't want to talk to him. Ludwig was at first confused about Gilbert not telling him, but soon realized why.

... to be continued.

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Thank you for reading the twelfth chapter of A World of Secrets. I really hope you like this as I was writing this for so long, and it took so much research when I was supposed to be doing homework. The story without the A/N was 1,483 words. I thought this was gonna be a short chapter but NOPE! I have a page of a notebook filled with different micronations, territories, Canadian provinces, and Australian states. It also has some simple math on it. I have homework due today, and I am writing this instead, so I hope it was worth it. Also, HOLY FUCKING SHIT THIS IS #1 IN AMERIPAN, WHEN THE HELL DID THAT HAPPEN?!?!?!?! Thank you guys so much for that, also 1.34 reads, holy shit guys. I thought I still was #2, but I wanted to check how many reads I had, and then I saw #1. Like holy shit, this is so much more support than I expected, and this is the first time ameripan is actually happening, so good timing I guess. Anyway, see you next week. Bye!