(POV Third Person)
Just as another fight was about to break between the Nordic nations, the grumbling of a stomach echoed through the room.

Some turned their heads to the source of the sound, and Germany's face flushed slightly pink in embarrassment.

"Sorry about that."

Everyone started laughing or giggling. Of all people in the room that could've been the source, it was Germany.

"Well, I do suppose now is an acceptable time for a break." England said and everyone agreed.

Some nations stood up and ran to the bathrooms, others just calmly up and left the room.

[Hey, sorella?]

[Hm?]

[How long do you think we have 'til we get to stuff involving...]

Veneziano tilted her head slightly. Not enough to alert the others in the room about the mental conversation of the two Italians. The ones who did notice chalked it up to 'him' enjoying and savouring the food.

[There's a lot of things we like to keep secret and not mention, Vino. You're gonna have 'ta specify.]

[Ancients stuff and our first...]

[About Ara?]

She could feel her twin's silent sigh and stare from across the room.

[I was gonna say Amara and Acel. Did we keep journals in our younger years? When we... tolerated each others existence?]

[By tolerance, you mean hatred to the point of murder? We couldn't always afford food, so no. But it was a significant thing... as for them. Ve~ Well, I'll keep the mental link up for the entirety of those when we reach it.]

[Chigi. And... please don't kill me or Germania?]

She mentally snorted, a small smile on her lips. [No promises, because you're fucking stupid and drunk idiots together.]

~Time Skip~(To after the lunch break)

Everyone quickly returned to their previous seating arrangements that morning. It was rather quiet for a minute, no one sure who was going to read next, before Romano stood up and marched his way to the podium.

"Fuck this shit, I'll read the book now to get this over with." And so he slammed the book open to the last bookmarked page.

"First entry's South Korea's."

"Shit, why me?! Now I gotta pay Hong Kong. Well, at least it wasn't Japan that I lost the bet to."

"Dear Diary,
I act the way I do to make sure Korea isn't forgotten. After all, I'm the only one who can make it so I need to make up for the energy of two. If I'm forgotten, then who'll protect her? Even if it means kicking her boss in that area, I'll do it if I can see her outside of our twin link again. -South Korea"

"Oh. I forgot those entries might be there. Most of the nations here don't even know what she looks like... hell, I'm pretty sure some thought she was a boy."

He felt his right hand being squeezed and looked to see China with a solemn expression on his face.

"We're talking about that later, aru." The elder nation whispered.

South Korea blinked. "Huh. It's been a while since I've heard him use that tone." The 'parenting tone' as dubbed by everyone China has raised.

"Alright, next is... oh hell yeah!" Romano had a bright smile that was edging to a smirk on his face and his eyes lit up in excitement. "I take back every rant I had earlier about this! This very entry makes this whole thing worth it."

For all that they were world-superpowers, neither of the North American twins were going to deny Romano's shift of attitude worried them. There were few things that made him as cheerful as that for him to slightly drop his mask in front of other nations. Among those were embarrassing his family and friends. No one he was close to was safe from his pranks.

"Dear Diary,
I don't swear and insult people as often as others think. Between all Italians, actually no. Just compared to any nation, my twin swears and insults more. The only reason Veneziano isn't known for it is because he does it constantly through the mental link, or when we're alone. Do you have any fucking idea how hard it is to keep a straight face when Vene's insulting France and Turkey every single meeting?! Cause let me tell you, it's hard. They keep telling me to tone down my language? Tell that to him!

I can't wait for the day I can show them the video I have of him and Turkey insulting and fighting each other after that one diplomatic visit we had.

And I don't know how he's never found it until now, but I still have that hand written documentation of an entire conversation between him and Germania. And by conversation I mean fight because they never get along for some reason. Bonus that Germania was covered in chicken feathers and mud. -Romano Italy

My suffering as the only one who has to deal with your swearing habits in meetings has finally ended!"

Some nations wore looks of disbelief, especially Germany.

"Wait, how and why was Germania covered in chicken feathers?" China asked with a genuine look of confusion.

"That's what you're focusing on?!"

The eldest in the room shrugged, "Germania's... To compare, he's like Germany, but more serious."

Latvia and Estonia shared a look, "So, basically Lithuania."

"Germania's--"

Romano cut Veneziano off before 'he' could finish. "And I'm gonna stop you there, Vene. We don't have time for a 3-hour rant on Germania and Ottoman being an annoying idiot or something."

All he got was a shrug, but tuning in slightly to the mental link...

"And there's the long fast immediate rant she has at the ready for every mention of Germania." He tuned out the mental link again with a sigh.

Before Romano could continue reading, the book glowed and the television turned on with the remote appearing at the middle of the table.

Romano glanced at the new note on the book and briefly prayed, "Please show one of the times Felice covered Germania in some concoction after we shrunk back."

"There's a new note.
Dear Nations,
There will also be instances that an event relating to the entry, be it a diary or observation, just read will ve played on the projector. Sorry about that late notice. Just continue on. -Ancients"

As Romano finished reading, someone had hit play.

Immediately on screen, was the Roman empire with a bewildered look on his face.

"THIS IS YOUR FAULT!"

At the yell, the 'camera' began to pan across the room.

"WELL, MAYBE IF YOU PUT EFFORT INTO USING YOUR HEAD RATHER THAN YOUR FISTS YOU WOULD'VE SEEN IT COMING!"

"YOU'RE THE STEALTHIEST NATION I KNOW HOW THE HELL WAS I SUPPOSED TO SEE THIS COMING?!"

It finally stopped to the face of Germania that was covered in something that looked like slime.

The scope of the scene moved further back, allowing the nations to see a tiny Veneziano with his arms crossed and angrily yelling at Germania.

"WITH YOUR FUCKING EYES?"

A few nations, namely China, England, and South Korea let out a small snort of laughter. More would have probably joined them, but most were still in shock to see the actual proof of Italy not being innocent and directly being this... snarky towards a pretty powerful nation.

"SHUT UP!"

The camera turned to follow Rome's line of sight. Which was a smaller, younger Romano in the corner of the room writing on some parchment.

"What are you doing?"

The younger boy turned to him briefly before going back to what he was doing.

"I'm transcribing all this. At least one argument needs to be saved for the future generations to not have to go through this chaos."

The confusion and bewilderment was very apparent in both his face and tone. "Future ge-- Ok, you know what. I'm gonna ignore that." Shaking his head as if trying to physically rid himself of that thought, he asked a new question.

"Care to explain what happened?"

The blandness in Romano's answer was palpable. "Feli happened. Just use your eyes old man."

Again, the camera shifted it's focus back to the two arguing nations.

"What, did you rummage through rubbish and speak with it to select shit for this?!"

Veneziano only tilted his head, acting and sounding as innocent as possible as he said, "I mean, of course I'd speak rubbish. Otherwise I wouldn't be able to understand nor speak to you!"

The screen had turned off, and everyone in the room laughed. Or in the case of some nations like Belarus and Switzerland, let out a quiet snort or snicker.

Prussia bursted out laughing. With a grin, he turned and said "Glad to see I'm not the only one in this family you insult, Ita."

The northern Italian shrugged with a small amused smile and whispered, "You already knew I insult Germania, though?"

"I've never heard your insults directly to him before."

Before he could get a reply, China asked the Italian a question. "Italy, how in the world did you get Germania off guard? Don't get me wrong, it's impressive but..."

"You think that's impressive? You should've seen Vene and Britannia dominate the chaos meetings!" Romano's exclamation brought different reactions.

The eldest's eyes widened in slight horror while the rest of the room watched in confusion.

"You know about..."

At the same time that China mumbled out the words in horror, Romano's twin stood up, then proceeded to throw a clipboard and glare his way.

"We already agreed to not bring up those meetings around the nations younger than us, you dumbass!"

[That's literally everyone in this room except China, Felice.]

[That's the point, Fratello.]

Germany whipped his head towards his best friend. It honestly looked like he was saying 'What the fuck' over and over again in his head.

Noticing this, Veneziana took in a deep breath to calm herself down.

"Fuck. I almost forgot Germany and the others are here with the direction our bater was going. Gah! This whole thing is gonna be harder than I thought."

She closed her eyes and sat back down while sheepishly rubbing the back of he--'his' neck.

"Ve~ Sorry, I lost my cool there. But to your question China, yes Fratello and I know about those meetings, and if you want, I can meet with you later in private to tell you about that and how I got Germania."

The Asian nodded with a slight smile on his face, "I'll text you to take you up on that later."

"You know how to text?"

"LEON!"

Most of the room was laughing again. Hopefully, this lightheartedness can continue throughout the reading.

[Vino, can you continue to the next entry?]

He didn't give her a response, but he read aloud from the book again.

"Next up's Japan." The only form of acknowledgement the nation gave was a slight tilt of head. Romano wasn't sure if the lack of an outward reaction was a good thing or not.

"Dear Diary,

America and I are fighting about our shows again. He says Teen Titans and Avatar, I say Fullmetal Alchemist, Soul Eater, Gurren Laggan, Code Geass...

"The rest of the entry is just Japan listing out a bunch of animes."

"Oy!"

Sorry not sorry, America-kun.

•~Edited Up To This Point~•

"Damn it Vino, I don't even swear that much" Felice subconciously tapped in morse code.

"Really sorella?" I asked with a deadpanned expression, discreetly of course. "Oh please, shut up for now my dear brother" She replied, annoyed but faking a smile on her face.

(POV Feliciana)
"Next is a noteof, OH COME ON, EVEN THIS!?" Sealand exclaimed while going over the entry he is about to read.

"What is it Sealand?" Finland looked worriedly at his son.

Sealand shook his head and said "Nothing. Anyways, it says
Most of the Micronations look up to Feliciana as their role-model. She lets them host their own meetings in Italy. She also teaches them tips on how to take notes in meetings. What are important aspects in presentations, some necessary questions to ask the nation who presents, what and what not to do in meetings, and gives them lessons on how to be proper Nations. And no, not by teaching them to adapt to her own ways, she does it by having every meeting have a theme. Each micronation has their own turn to do it. As such, they learn how to respect each other's clultures and ideals, while still being proud of their own. Which is why all of them have known about her being a girl ever since WW2 ended. They also know about her true age and personality but, that is for another time." Sealand read. The other nations looked shocked at the statement.

"Really?!" A certain Dane exclaimed loudly. The Norwegian and Sweedish men baside him both bonked him on the head for that. "Yeah! Of course it is" Sealand defended proudly.

"It's alright Sealand. I can completely understand if they do not believe it" Veneziana said with a sad smile as she spoke. Eyes closed like always.

Most countries just shrugged it off and waited for the reading to continue. There were few however, who were not convinced. They knew there had to be more because of the line 'true age and personality, but that is for another time' which hinted at something they are most likely unaware of. "Just how much of Veneziana do we really know?" The small amount of people wondered

"Anyways, the next entry is....... oh gosh. Well, it is not a diary entry, but a statement rather. And, um, it is about Eurovision" Sealand said carefully, knowing that this could trigger another European war...... like every year.

The room fell into silence. Some looking to each other with questioning looks due to not knowing what Eurovision is, others just shrugged. Meanwhile, nearly all the European countries in the room were sending each other deadly glares. Including the thought to be innocent nations (Veneziana and Finland are 2 examples of this category).

"MY GAY VAMPIRES ARE BOUND TO WIN SOMEDAY! THEY WILL!" Was the one thing needed to get all of Europe yelling and nearly murdering each other.

"YOU GOT MORE POINTS THAN ME YOU BLOODY FROG!" "OHOHOHOHOHO~ NATURALLY" "WE WERE ROBBED" "F*CK YOU SWEDEN!" "I'm gonna f*cking murder you Su-san~" "TAKE IT EASY! TAKE IT EASY!" "HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE LAST PLACE LOSER!" "IN YOUR FACE SWEDEN!" "F**K THE JURY!"

The watching non-European nations were gaping in shock. Especially when they saw Finland and Veneziana being barely held back, by Iceland and Romano respectively, from murdering some of the others. Some non-Europeans (*cough* Australia and New Zealand *cough*) were not even fazed at the sight.

A/N
It has been a while and sorry for the wait. I have been working on a new book, and all that is left for it is a book cover (Sis I swear). It is the story I am the most proud of so far so please check it out when I publish it as soon as the book cover is done. Right now it has 2 (3 if prologue with 600+ words counts) chapters. The title is "The One Who Ran Away" and I will mention if it has already been published. Thank you for the wait and also, anyone can try and guess who is saying what in the Eurovision portion. Yes I watch Eurovision and I love it. And please, if you have any headcanons or diary entries for the nations that you are willing to share, please I need them desperately. Agyamanak (thank you) for reading