I saw this headcanon the other day about America's hobby, but like, a proper one.

He's tried cooking, but he can't do it as well as the others. He doesn't have the patience for sewing and embroidery like England. He doesn't enjoy painting as much as North Italy. He's gone through so many different ones, but couldn't find one he could stick to.

Until he borrowed Japan's camera once and took a picture of the world meeting. He realized he loved it, he loved that ability to be able to capture any moment, to be able to capture anything he finds beautiful.

He now has a room which is covered in photos of anything and everything and anyone. They cover the walls and the ceiling. On the floor some stray ones would be scattered, along with any photography tools he needs.

It's his favorite room in the house. He loved to just lay down on the floor and look around at all the pictures, letting the memories of any of those times flow through him. Sometimes he comes out of that room laughing.

Sometimes he comes out of the room crying.