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Russia, England, and Canada eventually went to the cafe for lunch. The two family members having sick smiles painted on their faces while Russia was smiling nervously.

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"Russia you pervert! Delete that album right now before I stuff that phone up your arse!" England yelled as he held down the larger man. Canada was trying to grab the phone, but Russia kept it right by his erect penis so Canada had some qualms about touching it.

"Nyet! He's my husband! I should be able to have them, da?!" Ivan squealed as Matthew punched his gut and snatched the phone. Matthew proceeded to try the password, which was 'America' and scroll to the photo app. He then held Russia's finger down and typed the numeric password '4476'

"Say the voice code!" Canada demanded while England still held him down. Ivan shook his head, but Arthur snatched a wad of his hair.

"You better say it you bloody twat! Before I smash your large nose into the tile!" England yelled coldly. Ivan shuttered and gulped.

"Fredka," he said softly, the phone beeping in recognition. The album opened up and Canada dropped the phone in shock. Arthur picked it right up, his nose spurting blood. The very first photo was the one the book was talking about, with the ropes and a ball gag. They proceeded to scroll and see more photos, nearly dying of blood loss as they came across a picture of Alfred passed out in a broken bed covered with semen.

"Geez Russia, you two don't fuck around. Wait, probably shouldn't word it like that," Canada said blushing as he kept looking. Arthur was red with anger, but also with embarrassment.

"Delete it Canada! Delete the album!" he screeched when he saw a picture of Alfred on his hands and knees. Canada deleted it immediately, dropping the phone in front of Russia. The two nations then ran out, leaving Russia stunned. But he smirked, picking up his phone.

"System override the previous command. Restore. Memory box 5.8 of two minutes," the phone beeped loudly and the album was restored in a second. Russia built his phone with Alfred like this, in case their bosses ever wanted to check their phones. The album of pervy photos was back, and Russia slyly smiled, "if I go back to the room like this they'll know. I'll act nervous," Ivan walked out.

The nations all began to chow down on the food that was made, laughing at the previous entry of Alfred's kids. Some of the nations like China, Italy, and France, wanted to meet them. The other knowing nations looked at Ivan, seeing as it would be his and Alfred decision. Ivan gave them a 'we will see' and left the matter at that. Once the food was finished, they all began to clean up. This time Russia and Romano cleaned the dishes, England and France cleaned the table, Canada and Prussia swept the floor, and Sweden and Finland fixed the table. The nations came back to the hall and sat down.

"Ze awesome me vill read!" Prussia exclaimed happily, picking up the book. The entry about his nieces and nephews made him so happy, he was swelling with pride.

"Bruder, calm down vill you!" Germany yelped, as Prussia had just yelled in his ear. Prussia rolled his eyes and cleared his throat.

"Eight. His Secret Talents. America isn't known for much to nations who don't know his true self. To them, he is nothing but a stupid, selfish, pig. But America is actually filled with surprises that would stun even the most stubborn of countries. His talents exceed most expectations, but he is very modest and humble.

His singing voice is out of this galaxy. You think this is a joke? You can ask Russia, Canada, and Prussia how serious his talent is. America's singing voice is angelic and can entrance anybody like a siren. Prussia only knows this because while he was training America's army during the revolution, America would sing to cheer up his comrades. The Prussian soldiers fell in love with his voice, and Prussia did develop a slight crush on Alfred. But it blew over once he met Canada, who Alfred introduced him to might I add. Canada has been with Alfred forever, they grew up together and watched their mother fade together. Despite Canada being the older one, America was the comforting twin. He sang their mother's lullabies, cooked their mother's food, and fought their mother's battles. Canada loved hearing Alfred sing, to the point where he would beg. Russia didn't know about the talent until he met Alfred's children. When Alaska was born, Alfred sang Russian songs to her. Russia one time came home to surprise his lover and children when he heard Alfred singing. He was instantly calmed by his soothing voice, and fell deeper in love,"

"You had a crush on Alfred, Gilbert?" Canada asked, cocking an eyebrow to his lover. He had a small smirk on his face as if he was amused by Prussia's feelings. Prussia laughed and blushed.

"Vell it vas a tiny von! Und in mein defense, he vas very handsome! Then he introduced me to jou and vell, de rest is history!" Prussia defended, making Canada laugh softly.

"Gil, continue reading and stop flirting!" Hungary yelled, making Prussia humph in annoyance. He gave Canada a look that he was going to get it later, making Canada blush.

"Another skill America possesses is his dancing abilities. He is very skilled in all forms of dance, having been a mixture of all cultures. His favorite is ballet, but he always adds his own spice to it. America is very flexible because at one point he was a gymnast, so bending and flips are easy for him. He is also very skilled in belly dancing, having done it before for a festival. He has curves and muscles, making him the ideal standard. Ivan has enjoyed personal belly dances from his husband, and it always leaves him thirsty for more. He can also square dance, break dance, tango, salsa, ballroom dance, and waltz. He is very skilled at figure skating because of his dancing abilities, and it's one of his favorite types of dates to have with Russia. As much as he wanted to forget his roots with England and his grueling teachings, he couldn't. So classical dances always stayed in his portfolio.

America can also play many instruments, his favorite being the acoustic guitar. Others include an electric guitar, bass guitar, piano, organ, cello, violin, flute, piccolo, harpsichord, harmonica, banjo, kalimba, trumpet, drums, didgeridoo, saxophone, harp, mandolin, ukulele, clarinet, sitar, tuba, trombone, xylophone, and bagpipes. He has learned them through not only his family and friends but through sheer interest. He can play all these instruments fluently and enjoys doing so. He has an entire room in his home devoted to his music. He also has a recording studio, where he'll play and make music for his children and friends. They enjoy the music he makes to the point where they request a CD or a playlist of songs from him as a Christmas gift. He also has a habit of performing on the streets and earning sometimes very large tips, to which he donates to the local soup kitchen later that day"

The crowd of nations was actually stunned by this, except Canada and Russia of course. The other knowing nations knew he played a lot of instruments, but not that many.

"Ve! He must make amazing music! What is your favorite Fratello?!" Italy asked, looking at his brother. Lovino thought for a second before smiling.

"His violin playing is actually very beautiful! It puts Austria to shame! His harp skills are also amazing, but I honestly prefer his violin!" Romano wore a smile on his face. Hungary and Prussia nodded.

"He is right! Even Austria can't match the level of skill Alfred has for the piano! He can play the whole Moonlight Sonata at doubled tempo! It's phenomenal!" Hungary exclaimed. Belarus chuckled.

"I personally enjoy his harp and mandolin skills. One time the kids couldn't fall asleep, and all Alfred had to do was play 'Hallelujah' on his harp. They fell asleep instantly," Belarus smiled at the memory, it was Christmas Eve when it had happened.

"If you ask me, I love his kalimba playing! He once played 'I Can't Help Falling in Love With You' on one, and it was so soothing!" Lithuania swooned, he had been recording it. Alfred and Ivan were on a date, and Lithuania snuck around to record them. Ivan chuckled.

"Toris, you followed us?" he asked, making the brown hair man nod and blush, "I also enjoy the kalimba. But I must say, his guitar is probably the best for me. The way he just plays and pours his heart out is entrancing! His flute playing is just as amazing!"

"I honestly like it when he plays the sitar and bagpipes," Canada added, "you wouldn't think he would know how to play them. But Uncle Allister (Scotland) taught him the bagpipes when he was very young and Cousin Sai (India) taught him the sitar because he was curious" Canada was beaming with pride for his younger brother. Prussia then coughed, pointing to the book. The group silenced themselves.

"America is also very good at cooking. He doesn't eat fast food as often as the others think, he actually hates the bland and artificial taste McDonald's burgers have. He prefers his own cooking, which is more down to earth and homey than other cuisines. His food brings comfort to the soul, especially his chili and mac and cheese. He has a large garden in his backyard where he grows his own vegetables, fruits, and spices. He goes to farmer's markets if he wants fresh meat and spirits, but everything else he makes he grows himself. His favorite food is actually his famous pot roast: it is made with beef brisket that has been smoked with a special spice blend (not even his kids know it,) braised and simmered in a Merlot and soy sauce glaze, with thyme, carrots, corn, celery, chilis, spinach, and red skin potatoes. He makes it every Christmas, along with honey glazed ham with pineapple, and his one of a kind seafood Jambalaya. America has a skill in developing flavors that are deep and hearty, making any person who eats his food feel cozy and warm.

It just goes to show you, America is a very unique boy. And we still have more layers to shed before we get to his core."

The nations were drooling at the entry, even China. The last line didn't seem too dangerous to them.

"We should have America cook for us, aru!" China exclaimed, licking his lips.

"That did sound amazing! I never knew such yumminess could exist!" Estonia yelped, dreaming.

"Ohonon! I want to try zat pot roast! It zounds Magnifique!" France swooned. Canada and Finland giggled.

"It is very good! It's the only thing I'll eat after a long night of delivering presents!" Finland yelled, fist-pumping the air. Prussia sighed as he closed the book. He looked at the nations bickering playfully, but suddenly his stomach told him to look at the next chapter. He opened the book and nearly died of laughter, this was going to be fun.