[I don't own hetalia]

[I'M SORRY! I've had assessments due so close together and my exams are coming up. But after that I should be updating more and more. Thank you all for you patience and support! Your ideas are always welcome! Enjoy~]

New Zealand cleared his throat, "Okay! Back to the book." Australia groaned from beside him, but he didn't notice, "Dear diary, Elections suck! This one in particular. Everyone's so annoying! Do you think I could run for President? That would be so cool! And I wouldn't have these damned headaches all the time… - America."

"Aww, poor little Alfie." England stroked America's head as if he were a kid again. Everyone looked at him in shock.

"Iggy," America started slowly, "what are you on?"

England scowled, "I was trying to be supportive, you brat." then the older nation tugged light on America's hair, causing him to whine.

"Iggy! Stop!" this caused England to roll his eyes and sit back down, nodding for New Zealand to continue.

"The American Revolution was a dark and unhappy time, not only for England, but all sides as well. Of course England felt hurt and betrayed, but Canada felt upset that everyone in his family wasn't as they used to be. France was out of the picture, he couldn't be within five feet of England without a fight breaking out, England was cold and kept to himself and America didn't even look at him anymore. Maybe that's how he became invisible in the first place." New Zealand looked up at his cousin, upset because of the entry.

France stood and walked over to Canada, sitting next to him with a gentle smile, "I'm sorry we upset you so much, mon petit, but we're going to try to make our family work again."

"He's right," England agreed, "we're going to try to start again once all of this is over. It may take time to get things back to the way they once were, but we'll try."

America grinned, "And don't worry, Mattie. We won't forget about you again!"

Canada gave them a sweet smile with watery eyes.

The rest of the nations watched the display happily and rome smiled from his spot between Romano and Veneziano. He knew that this was going to be a good idea. Old relations were finally coming back together. The may be personifications of nations, but they were still people. A bunch of friends and family. Though strange, they all cared, and that's what really matters.

"Okay, next!" New Zealand smiled, "Dear Diary, I know the risks of erasing minds all to well, and I know I shouldn't do it. But when Romano rushed up to me after our escape, in tears and hysterical, I decided to make an exception. To erase the memory of a single person, you need at least one magical nation to perform the ritual and someone to hold the memories. Romano said he'd take it all as long as his brother could feel safe, that would have ruined him if I did! Thank whoever that Norway and Romania were ready to help. Now the memories of that horrid mansion are sealed between the four of us, locked away for - hopefully - ever. - England."

"Why did you write it in your diary!" Romano yelled across the sea of confused nation's.

"I'm sorry!" England yelled back, "I didn't think someone would read my diary!"

"Calm down the both of you." Norway said evenly, "Right now we've got a lot of explaining to do."

Veneziano turned to his older brother, "Roma…?" Romano sighed as tears built in his eyes. This was going to be hard to explain.

~HetaOni~

Veneziano cried as he held his brother close to him, refusing to let go. Seborga curled closer to Rome, who stared at the room. France, Canada and America crowded England as the rest of the British Isle rushed over to their brother. China and Japan spoke quietly to each other in a rushed tone. Belarus looked as though she could cry as she held onto Russia, Ukraine was crying as she held on as well. Russia tried to calm his distressed sisters. Prussia held onto Germany as he leaned onto Austria, who was trying to sooth both Germans. New Zealand looked to be close to having a panic attack as Australia tried to calm him down. Seychelles was holding Sealand as he cried. Spain looked sick to his stomach as he held both Romano and Veneziano in his lap, trying to calm the both of them.

Well… at least Persia should be having a better time.

Right?

~(O.O)~

Persia screamed as he ran from the to murderous nations chasing him, "WHY DOES THIS SHIT ALWAYS HAPPEN TO ME?!"

Whoops…

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