Chapter 6: Light-Hearted Fun

Everybody came back from lunch thirty minutes late. Partially due to their reluctance to continue the reading, and mostly due to the giant food fight America started. So of course, they all then had to leave for another thirty minutes—some 45—to shower and freshen up before they could get back to their earlier activities.

So, in short, an hour and twenty minutes later—Austria got lost on the way back to the meeting room—everybody was finally in their seats with that accursed book staring them down.

"So..." America started, only for half the room to glare at him for the earlier food fight.

"How about I read, si?" Diego—Mexico—grabbed the book and opened it to the proper page. "So this one's America's. It's one of those stupid sticky-note things. Since America is a country with so much diversity, he can speak in almost any language. He and Canada can actually still speak in some Native American languages (usually just to annoy the other countries who have no clue what they are saying)."

"So true." America grinned at Canada who smirked back.

"So you can understand me when I'm speaking in my native tongue?" Saudi Arabia asked, surprised.

"Well, I'm a little sketchy with your language, but I can get the general idea of what you're saying." He shrugged. The nations blinked in surprise. Who knew America was so talented?

"Yo, next one's his too. Since America has the body of a 19 year old, every couple of years he applies to a high school or collage for a semester. He attends to make sure he's keeping his knowledge up to date and because he loves being in a place where it's OK to act like the teenager he is for once. He also loves to troll the world history courses."

"THAT'S CHEATING!" Prussia yelled.

"But it's so much fun~!" America laughed.

"Wait, you're 19, physically?" England asked, surprised.

"What, you think I look older? My ID says 22, so I can drink and stuff. And don't go lecturing me about underage drinking and all that bull!" America huffed, puffing out his cheeks like a child.

"No, I wasn't going to." England defended, as Mexico continued with the reading.

"Next is... Finland." Diego said, looking at the happy country. He just shrugged and motioned for him to get on with it. "Whenever Finland drinks, the other Nordics will run as far away from him as possible. This is because Finland is very scary while drunk, scarier than Russia."

"Y-you don't seriously mean that, right guys?" Finland asked, unsure. He didn't usually remember what he was like when he was drunk.

"Uh... well, you see..." Denmark stuttered, before Iceland saved him.

"Yes. Yes you are." Iceland deadpanned.

"YOU TRIED TO EAT ME ONCE!" Puffin yelled, indignant.

"You can't just yell at him like—"

"YES I CAN! I AM PUFFIN!!" He cut off his owner. Again.

"So next one's Germany." Mexico ignored the argument that Iceland was having with a bird, of all things.

Germany stiffened. Hopefully it didn't show anything too embarrassing.

"When Germany is left alone for a long period of time, and he doesn't have any work to do, he will dress in jeans, a hoodie, converse, and he'll let his hair down and sweep it to the side. This is because he wants to look more like Prussia, but he's insecure about the way he looks when dressed that way. Even though it makes him look younger and happier."

Damnit, it was embarrassing after all... Germany thought to himself. Prussia, on the other hand was thrilled that his baby bro wanted to look more like him!

"Aw~ West! You should've told me! Here, let me~" Prussia ruffled Germany's hair, and swept it to the side, like he did.

"H-hey! Don't touch my hair! Seriously!" The German struggled against his brother, but he eventually gave up with a mighty sigh and let him do as he pleased. After all, it was just hair, right?

The end result was a rather young and happier looking—if rather disgruntled—Germany. He looked much less severe with his hair down, and more than a few nations had to resist cooing at his pout.

"Are you happy now?" Germany asked his brother, who snapped a picture and nodded approvingly.

"England may not be the best cook, but damn does he make the most awesome drinks ever. Any kind. Hot chocolate, smoothies, juice, alcohol, and of course, tea. But not many know this, because they shun him just for setting fire to the kitchen by walking in. Only France, America, Canada and Prussia are aware of this. Prussia even gave his drinks the Seal of Awesome Approval."

The nations blinked in surprise. England could make something in the kitchen and not blow it up?!

"I can bloody well make the best tea you've ever had!" England nodded sharply.

"Yeah, dudes! The only drink I make better is Southern Sweet Iced tea, that that's only because it comes from my country!" America grinned with a thumbs up.

"Moving on!" Diego cut in before people could start harassing his step-dad. Was England his step-dad? He was his brother's dad, so... what is that? He shook his head and carried on. "Next is Germany. There was one time when Germany was arrested (by accident) and Prussia couldn't stop laughing after bailing him out."

Prussia burst out laughing again, as did many other nations. It was hilarious to imagine such an uptight law-enforcing nation to be arrested!

"Bruder!" Germany complained.

"What? It was funny! I think I have a picture somewhere..."

"Oh, no..." Germany tried to hide his embarrassed blush behind his hand. Maybe if he sank slowly nobody would notice until he was under the table?

Mexico didn't particularly like Germany, so he was tempted to let him suffer a little more—it was harmless! But he eventually took pity on him, and continued. "Hong Kong and America are pyromaniacs and share their brotherly love by scaring the crap out of England."

"And you do a bloody good job of it, too." England muttered under his breath.

Hong Kong and America shared a devious grin from across the table, and poor China gripped the earplugs he brought with him in his pocket. Please no fireworks, aru! He mentally sobbed.

"Next is ma bro 'Merica." Diego grinned.

"Dude. Never say my name that way again." America glared at his little brother.

"What? Your people do it all the time!" He whined.

"Yeah, they my people. For one, they're human. Which is like saying they're kids. For two, I can't exactly tell them not to call their country by that name without letting them know it's my name. You see what I mean?" He pointed out.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Next entry's about you anyways."

America just sighed with exasperation. Sometimes... I wanna strangle my little brother so bad!

"America has really strange taste in food thanks to contestant exposure to England's cooking. His favorite milkshake flavor is peanut butter and bacon, and he likes to put ketchup (tomato sauce) and chocolate syrup on his scrambled eggs. Whenever other nations see him eating his weird foods they gape and splutter out questions on how he can eat it. Thanks a lot England."

"How's that my fault?!" England screeched.

"Dude. Your cooking?" America raised an eyebrow.

"Ah~ That explains a lot." Taiwan nodded, finally understanding America's odd tastes. The other nations also understood, a few glanced at the nation with sympathy. Poor America. He'd never have normal taste buds again.

"America and Finland like the quote "Don't judge a book by it's cover." You may think they're all arrogant and stupid (America)/sweet and innocent (Finland)... At least until you hear what their I-pod playlists are."

"So... what are your iPod playlists?" Zimbabwe asked, curious.

"Ehehe, you know? Five Finger Death Punch, Seether, some Linkin Park, a little bit of Hans Zimmer, just a bit of everything?" America shrugged.

The nations who had heard those bands blinked. They figured that America hadn't listed off what the book had been talking about, but it was always interesting to know what the other nations listened to. Finland just flat out refused to answer.

"America can see spirits, not faeries or unicorns. The spirits he sees are the spirits that watched over his natives. But, after his natives were driven back, many stopped talking to him. Lately, though, many are starting to talk to him again. The Nítch'i Dine'é greeted him like old friends when he let a Navajo member into congress. He cried tears of happiness when he saw them, not that he'd ever admit that." America shifted uncomfortably.

"So that's why you could never see them." England blinked as understanding dawned on him.

"Well, of course not! The faeries and unicorns were never a part of my country or culture like you and your brothers." America defended. "Whereas I am America. I technically represented the Native Americans before you made me a colony. Though admittedly, Native America was her own personification. But leading up to me becoming your colony, my skin started to lighten like yours. I can still change, though." America thought for a moment, before his skin darkened to match the tone of a Native.

The other countries stared in shock. It was unheard of for a country to be able to change their skin tone like that!

"Wha?! How?!" Ireland asked.

"Well, I assume it's because I have so many different people and cultures and stuff. I sorta represent them all, you know? I have no official language, so I can speak them all, and... well... yeah." He shifted through several different skin colors before settling on his normal one again. "We're all just people, you know? Equality and all that." He grinned.

"Last one's yours, too, bro." Mexico warned.

"After this, we should probably get some sleep. Seeing as lunch took much longer than expected... Not to mention the fact that we had a rather... long day." England suggested, with many nodding around the room.

"All right. So, The reason America is so afraid of ghosts is because he can see them. He does, secretly, believe England's 'imaginary creatures' are real because of this, he just can't see them. No one knows this secret."

"Wait! You can see ghosts?!" Romania blinked.

"Y-yeah. And not just the Casper kind, either. Like, even the murderers and stuff. And they can touch me and stuff, too. So that's why I don't like them, okay? Do you have any idea how many times I've been killed by a ghost? I think I've died by ghost more than I've died at war!" He threw his arms up in anger.

More than a few nations felt bad, now, for teasing him.

"So... if you guys see me just walk away or randomly die, yeah... that's probably a ghost." America finished.

"Well, we should probably get some rest, now. I have a feeling that the chapters won't be nearly so light tomorrow." Canada suggested. "And I don't know about you, but I don't exactly want to end the day on a bad note."

"Yeah, you're probably right. And it'd probably be good to turn in early tonight so we can be up early in the morning." Germany agreed.

"All right! Everybody~ Off to bed, now!" America cheered, glad the spotlight was away from his entries.

The nations filed off to bed, one by one. Some of them stayed up late anyways talking with friends, while others went to bed immediately to get as much rest as possible. Each one ready to simply be done with these stupid entries, and get on with their lives.

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Uploaded: September 16th, 2018 1:24 AM

A/N: Sorry it's so late, guys. I don't really have much of an excuse. For a while I'd been in a bad relationship and lost all will to do anything I liked, including writing. I was very depressed. But I'm out of that relationship now, and living with family and back to writing~! Yay~ ^^ So cheer! Celebrate, my loyal readers, for your author is back! This is the final story I've updated! I updated all of my stories, and I'm so proud of myself! (Now if I can update my game anytime soon, that will be an accomplishment!) At any rate, I'm sorry the chapter's so short. But I literally wrote this in like an hour and a half after spending all day writing more than 10,000 words. (9,000 for Chrome Shelled Hetalia and 1,000 for this~!) But I honestly didn't feel like riffling through my unorganized folder of Diary Entries tonight as I stupidly didn't pull out the ones I used, so I'm stuck trying to organize it to avoid duplicates. :/ So that'll be a task for tomorrow, I suppose.

Beyond that, please leave a comment telling me what you thought. Right now, I am not accepting any more Diary Entry suggestions, as I'm quite overwhelmed enough as it is. Rest assured, I have over 150 entries I have not used yet, so hold tight, and it'll come. (Organizing's gonna be a bitch!) So if you like my other stories and didn't know, they have been updated as of September 10, 2018.