Each nation began to awake and go through their daily routine before heading to the meeting room hoping that someone besides England had prepared breakfast. Unfortunately for all of them their wishes had not come true as the British personification had been up from the wee hours of the morning preparing a true English breakfast which was comprised of fried eggs, sausages, back bacon, tomatoes, mushrooms, fried bread,hot buttered toast with a cup of Earl Grey. Well that's what it was supposed to be anyways, however due to England's non- existent cooking skills everything came out either burned or somehow spoiled including the tea.

“Hey Iggy,” America greeted as he walked into the meeting room with Matthew by his side. “Dude, what's the smell? Did something die in here?”

“Shut it you insolent twit! Sit down, be quiet and enjoy the delicious breakfast that I cooked,” England demanded. “And don't call me •Iggy! My name is England and get it right.”

“Okay •Iggy,” America nodded as he moved to his usual seat with Matthew silently trailing behind. “Mattie do you think we have a chance to escape?”

“Probably not,” Matthew whispered. “He's got his eyes on us like a hawk.”

“Eat up boys! After all breakfast the most important meal of the day America and um, Canada.” England smiled as he took a quick peek at his arm where Francis had written his son’s name the night before.

“He actually remembered my name!” Matthew thought surprised but extremely happy. “I suddenly feel as if I can stomach this breakfast without vomiting, probably, hopefully.”

“On the bright side if I need to vomit and I get caught no one will judge me because they'll probably be in the stall next to me,” Alfred thought.

“*Bon jour mon amie,” Francis greeted as he strolled into the room with his sparkles behind him. “Everyone slept well, oui? Where were you Mathieu? I came to check on you last night and your bed was cold and your room empty. Did you leave the meeting room to go to a date? Ohonohonhon.”

“Papa!” Matthew exclaimed. “Of course not! I never have dates when I have meetings. I went to Alfred's room last night because I couldn't sleep properly. And I would have told you if I was leaving anyway.”

“Stop the dilly dallying and eat up!” England exclaimed cheerfully as he waved his spatula.

“But what is there to eat mon lapin? All I see is coal! Are you on Finland’s naughty list?” Francis teased as he sat down to the left of Matthew and gave his son a wink.

Alfred, Matthew and Francis stared at the food more than a little hesitant to eat it considering the last time Italy tried it he was green for a week. Alfred took a deep breath and shoved as much food down his throat as possible wanting to get it all done with.

“I can't do this!” Alfred choked out as he rushed out of the meeting room and down the hall to the bathroom.

“I better make sure he's okay.” Matthew said as he followed his brother out of the room.

“Not even America can stomach your food  Angleterre,” Francis sighed as he shook his head. “He can stomach everything edible but then your food isn't edible is it?”

“Shut it you frog!” Arthur exclaimed. “There's nothing wrong with my food, you simply have no sense of taste.”

“Whatever you say Arthur. I think I should go check up on the boys they've been gone for a long time. Perhaps we should just order pizza, non? After all we are in America the home of fast food.” Francis suggested.

“Did Opium cook?” China questioned as he stopped Francis outside the meeting room.

“Yes.” Francis answered shortly as he headed to the bathroom hearing the vague sound of vomiting.

“Now what was the number of that pizza place?” Yao wondered.

“Are you okay Alfred?” Francis asked as he saw the boy kneeling on the floor while Matthew rubbed his back.

“Nnngggghhh.” Alfred groaned.

“You should know better than to eat Arthur’s food,” Matthew chastised gently. “He'll be fine Papa don't worry, this isn't the first time that he's eaten something that he shouldn't have.”

“I've never seen him look so green.” Francis pointed out as he knelt on the other side of America.

“I think I'm done.” Alfred stated softly as he leaned onto his twin. “But I might need so help standing and my toothbrush.”

“I'll get your toothbrush mon petite.” Francis said as he stood up and left.

“That was weird!” Alfred stated as Matthew helped him up. “He sounded like he actually cared!”

“Of course he cares.” Matthew pointed out. “He is our father.”

“Nope he's your father, not mine! He likes you not me Mattie.” Alfred shot back drily. “I'm just your brother not his son.”

“Alfred,” Matthew began. “I'm sure Francis cares about you-”

“Then why doesn't he show it!” Alfred interrupted. “He's never acted like he cared even when we were kids, every once in awhile he'll act like he cares for a few days at a time then he'll just go back to hating me. It's, it's just easier for me to distance myself instead of get close and get hurt.”

“Is that how you feel about me Amérique?” France asked from the open door.

“Why should I think any differently?” Alfred asked with a raised eyebrow. “It's not like I've ever given you a reason not to think otherwise, I'm just comic relief after all.”

“I'm sorry,” Francis apologized as he placed the toothbrush and toothpaste on the counter and wrapped his children in a hug. “I'm sorry that I never paid enough attention to you two. It was never my intention to make you two feel neglected. I do love you two, you are *mes enfants, *mes bébés and I'm sorry that I ever made you feel anything different.”

“Do you mean it?” Alfred mumbled with his face buried in Francis’ purple, high collared shirt. “Please don't lie to me.”

“I will try to be the father that you two need.” Francis promised.

“Thanks Papa. We're putting our trust in you so don't break it.” Matthew warned.

“Now let's get you cleaned up Alfred.” Francis suggested.

Alfred mutely nodded and then grabbed his toothbrush and began scrubbing out the taste of Arthur’s cooking from his mouth while Matthew remained cuddled in Francis’s side. When the American representative was done he placed his toothbrush (it was in a cover)  into one of his many pockets and tentatively tangled his fingers in Francis’ sleeve. Francis beamed down at his youngest son happily knowing that this is a large step for Alfred. The trio walked out of the room together and down the hall back towards the meeting room.

“Is he really being genuine?” Alfred thought as he bit his bottom lip. “Is he doing this out of pity or something? What could the reason possibly be for his sudden change in behaviors and attitude towards me? Is it because he wants to get closer towards Mattie and is using me as a medium which to do so through? I can comprehend why he would think of Mattie as his child but I guess I'll have to wait and see the real reason behind his intent to get closer to me.”

Alfred untangled his fingers quickly feeling apprehensive towards the whole situation. He took a small glance upwards to see France’s reaction and was quite surprised to see Francis give him a supportive smile. Matthew peeled himself off of Francis and moved to stand next to his baby brother and give him a quick boost of confidence.

Inside the meeting room the other nations were gathered around the large room as per usual in their respective positions. During the absence of the blonde haired trio the other nations had gone to the liberty of ordering about a dozen pizzas from Dominos. Each nation had a few slices on on their place while England sat scowling in his seat with his breakfast in front of him.

“How would like to begin reading today?” Germany asked once the rest of the FACE family was seated.

“I would like to read.” Francis stated.

Germany passed the book along the table until it got to the French personification who then began reading in his deep-ish voice.

England developed the habit of wearing glasses whenever reading or doing paperwork. He started this at the end of his pirate days to give himself more of a gentleman appearance.

“So you don't need glasses?” Canada questioned.

England shook his head feeling a bit embarrassed that a stupid secret of his was outed.

Alfred was there when the people of Roanoke disappeared. He knows what happened to them but he never told anyone what happened. Whether it traumatized him, or he simply doesn't want to talk about it no one knows. Anytime Roanoke is mentioned he either goes quiet or just changes the subject. He won't talk about it to anyone, not to Japan, not to England and not even to Canada. And he wants to keep it that way.

Alfred stared down at the table not wanting to meet the other nations curious or sympathetic stares. Francis sensing Alfred discomfort with the situation continued onto the next entry not allowing anyone to comment.

Romano is a hopeless closet romantic who reads romance novels in his free time. Romano has a dating service back in Italy where he helps people plan the most romantic get away much like Francis does in France.

“Bastardo.” Romano swore.

“Ve~ big brother that's so awesome!” Italy smiled.

“Ohonohon Romano sometime we must work together to plan the most magnificent date ever.” Francis suggested.

“Tch I'll think about it bastard.” Romano replied.

Canada isn't innocent. He has sex, a lot of sex. Not just with anyone though, he'll only do it with someone he really trusts.

“I'm so proud of you Matthieu,” Francis congratulated. “You are taking right after Papa.”

“Papa!” Matthieu whined. “You’re embarrassing me.”

Alfred sniggered quietly off to the side seeing his older brother getting embarrassed for once instead of him. Kiku blushed lightly and whipped out a notepad to jot a few things down.

Dear Diary,

PANDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

“I’m going to assume that that is China’s diary,” Francis laughed.

“My pandas are so cute!” China smiled. “Nothing cuter, except for my babies.”

“You sound like the poster for the perfect parent,” Alfred commented offhandedly.

“I may not be perfect but I’m definately better than England could ever be,” China replied. “My food would never make a child sick.”

“There is nothing wrong with my food!” England exclaimed indignantly. “Some people simply cannot handle such rich food.”

“Is that what you call it mon ami?” France questioned. “There is a difference between rich food like mine and horrible cooking like yours.”

“This just got awkward really quickly,”Alfred whispered to Canada. “Think they’ll fight before Germany’s vein pops?”

“I’d say that another nation defuses the situation first,” Matthew countered. “Or Papa will let Arthur win so we can move on.”

Francis smiled softly as he heard his boys’ whispering and gave Matthew a small wink. The French personification suddenly began reading cutting off Arthur’s irate ranting.

Dear Diary,

Yesterday I was confined to my bed, still too weak from illness to move, but today i must train. If I am ever to become a stronger country I cannot stay in bed a moment longer. I am small, and the bombs took much out of me, but this is why I must work harder. I do not want to get left behind by the others.

Japan

“You always did push yourself too hard, aru.” China frowned.”You must take time to recover so that you can be at full strength and fight properly, you are only hindering yourself by fighting like that.”

Alfred once again began a staring competition with the table feeling guilty but not regretful for what he did. Yes he wished that there had been another way to end the war but he understood that the other alternative would have resulted in an invasion of mainland Japan which would have taken more lives. He felt guilty because he had been the one to release the first bomb on Hiroshima  which had also completely destroyed the Japan- American friendship

Sometimes when they are not in public, America called George Washington Daddy.

England scowled deeply annoyed that someone else had gotten closer to America than him. Especially as it seemed that he had completely replaced England. France smirked knowingly at how jealous that his unofficial boyfriend was being while America was rambling to Canada about George Washington.

“...so I stole his axe and tried to use it to chop up the desk with paperwork but he caught me He made me sit in the corner and put me on timeout.” America pouted.

The other nations laughed at what was apparently a very funny story involving the antics of George Washington and America.

Dear Diary,

Today we all played monopoly together. It was really fun! But I think America and China took it a little too seriously.

Italy

China gave a small embarrassed laugh while America let a small blush dust his pale cheeks.

“Maybe we did take it a bit too seriously,” Alfred admitted. “Wanna play again?”

“I would like that.” Yao agreed.

“Alfred- kun looks rather cute with his blush,” Japan thought. “It makes him look younger and somewhat more tolerable.”

“I thought China would reach out and strangle you across the table, da.” Russia smiled causing everyone to shudder except America who shrugged.

He can’t have pets, especially dogs. Whenever he even sees a dog he thinks of Laika. He thinks of the Soviet Experiments such as the Revival of Organisms. He thinks of the terrible things that he’s done to animals. And the last time he tried to get a dog, he thought it was giving him a disapproving look, as if it knew all the things he had done to it’s kind. He yelled at it to stop with the looks and ended up strangling it. He can’t have pets.

Russia

“Ve~ that sounds so horrible Mr. Russia.” Italy blurted out.

“Da.” Russia agreed.

“Hey Russia dude instead of getting a pet why don’t you start smaller and do something like volunteer at an animal shelter or something.” Alfred suggested.

“We’re going to a shelter to volunteer next week Saturday why don’t you come with us?” Matthew continued picking up where his twin left off.

“Will there be kitties and puppies there Mr. America?” Italy questioned.

“Off course, there will also be bunnies, birds, mice, guinea pigs and hamsters.” Alfred listed.

“That sounds nice comrade.” Russia said. “I will be sure to be there.”

“Ve~ I want to go to Germany. Can we?” Italy asked.

“It does not seem like a bad idea, I have been wanting another dog.” Germany admitted.

“I’m coming too bastard to make sure you don’t do anything to Feli.” Romano proclaimed.

“Perhaps we should make it a group event, non?” Francis chimed in.

“I would love to attend, aru.” China agreed.

America is fluent in every languages with includes the ancient/ old languages as well as the languages of the Native Americans. At first it was a hobby and soon he started learning languages out of respect. He also knows sign languages, Morse code and smoke languages. This means that when the other nations insult him in their native languages he usually understands it.

“Nǐ néng dǒng liúlì de zhōngwén ma?” China asked.

“Wǒ zuò.” America replied.

“That must take a lot of time and dedication America.” Germany said.

“I guess,” America shrugged. “How else will the hero be able to ask civilians what's wrong when they need rescuing.”

“That isn't quite what the book is saying America.” Canada pointed out softly.

America decided to take confusion and have his brother the cutest and most perplexed look in the history of the world meetings

“Awww.” Japan cooed.

France who was seated close enough to the twins that he could hear their conversation quirked an eyebrow at contrasting reasons for learning the languages. Something about America was beginning to seem very fake and unnatural to him, it was almost like he was wearing a mask.

All nations have a curse over them; when they fall in love with a human, that person will die a horrible, untimely death. People include: Jeanne D’are, Anastasia Nikolaevna and Amelia Earhart.

None of the other nation's dared make a sound out of respect for the losses of France, Russia and America. They hadn’t even known that they all were cursed.

Even though England missed them and was sad that they were growing up, he was also proud of how strong they had become. His colonies being able to stand by themselves showed him that he was a good big brother and father and that he had taught them well.

Alfred sneaked a quick glance at his former caretaker and was delighted to see the former empire smiling softly at him and his brother. Canada grabbed his brother’s hand and squeezed it tightly as a signal to his brother that he also saw the smile. Francis smirked happily at seeing the parental smile no matter how much England tried to hide it.

“Arthur does love Mathieu and Alfred, he just has a hard time expressing it. He is just far too stubborn to express his feelings properly,” Franco's thought. “But perhaps, it’s never too late for family.”

America is very insecure about his weight. Whenever someone says something about it he acts like their comment doesn't affect him but deep down it really kills him inside.

The other nations shifted uncomfortably at the suddenly tense atmosphere. Alfred blushed once again feeling ashamed of himself for gaining so much weight that it was so noticeable. Matthew moved closer to his brother and grabbed his hand squeezing it in reassurance. Arthur and Francis felt guilty at all the times they had taunted and sometimes outright insulted their son about their weight.

“Sorry,” Matthew whispered to his younger twin. “I didn't realize that I hurt you so much Alfie.”

Alfred stared at his twin puzzled for a moment as to why he deserved an apology from his brother.

“What are you talking about Mattie?” I deserved it, I can't blame the other nations for something all my fault.” Alfred replied softly to his brother.

“It’s not your fault that people bully and harass you Al,” Matthew whispered back harshly. “You shouldn't blame yourself because someone else is insecure enough about themselves to take it out on other people.”

“I'm confused.” Alfred admitted as he knitted his eyebrows and scrunched up his nose rather cutely as he always did when he didn't understand something. “I don't know what you're apologizing, you did nothing wrong.

“We’ve been bullying you Alfie,” Matthew explained. “You always have campaigns against bullying in schools so I'm sure you know what it's about and how wrong it is. Our behaviors has been rather mean and uncalled for. I'm sorry about the last time, I took it way too far with the three hour thing.”

Alfred winced as he remembered that time, it has hurt him the most because he had always hoped that Matthew would always love him. The other nations exchanged looks as they caught a few snippets of the whispered conversation and they each began wondering if they really were bullying the blonde nation. They all vowed to reflect upon their actions later that day and see if they really were bullies, because that's something none of them would like to be called. Alfred nodded still feeling very confused but have his brother a winning smile to ease his worries anyways. Canada sighed relieved at having gotten it off his chest because he really did regret it.

This year poor Japan had ended up being the poor sap who had gotten picked to accompany America on his Black Friday midnight sales marathon. When they had finally gotten back the sun had already risen and America had least twenty bags of newly purchased merchandise. Japan on the other hand wanted to get the hell way and let the horror of the night try to get shoved to the back of his mind as he tried to forget how vicious shoppers could be when it came to Black Friday.

“It isn’t that bad, is it?” America whined having already bounced back. “I mean we didn’t even go to Arkansas or Tennessee or Alabama.”

“They are worse?” Japan asked paling rapidly. “I was assaulted by an old lady with a cane, it left bruises.”

“Alaska is like one of my least violent states when it come to Black Friday,” Alfred went on. “I like to state hop for these things so trust me I know. And besides that XBox was 90% off, I was ready to whack you with a cane for taking so long to choose one. You grab it, put it in your cart and move.”

“Your Black Friday sales can be very intimidating comrade,” Russia commented. “The women especially are merciless using their shoes, boyfriends and purses as weapons and shields. People were climbing on top of each other and it appeared as if your people had less sanity than usual. You brought me to Arkansas, da?”

“Yeah, that was a pretty awesome Black Friday. Arkansas might not have the best sales but the shoppers there have the most enthusiasm.” Alfred beamed.

“I was bitten,” Canada interjected. “I needed to get stitches for maples sake! It was totally wild.”

“Remind me never to go to a Black Friday sale with America,” Arthur whispered to France feeling alarmed.

“It was fun,” Alfred protested with a small pout. “You just need to get into the Thanksgiving spirit.”

“Your type of fun scares me,” Matthew admitted. “Heck you scared me during Black Friday! You were crazier than usual, you borrowed Russia’s pipe and you kept playing whack- a - shopper with it.”

“Perhaps I should continue,” Francis thought. “I feel frightened of Alfred’s crazy Black Friday sales. I am so happy that he’s never asked me to go with him.”

Italy and Romano aren’t even twins, in fact, they aren’t even full brothers, they’re actually half brothers. While Romano is Italy’s half brother, he’s actually Greece’s full brother. Romano knows but he won’t tell Feliciano for fear of rejection.

“Fratello? Why do you think that I'd reject you?” Italy asked.

“Why should you? I'm just a stupid bastardo! I can't cook or draw or do anything well. I'm not talented like you and I’m not nice like you. Why would you even want me as a brother!?” Romano exclaimed.

“Fratello.” Italy whispered as tears began filling his eyes.

“See, I can't do anything properly. I made you cry. I'm a bad big brother.” Romano mumbled.

Italy tackled his brother in a crying him muttering about how wrong that Romano was. The other nations silently exited the room to give the brothers the time and space they needed to reconcile their relationship.

“Hey Mattie,” Alfred said. “I wanted to know if you'd help me with the demonstration the Iggie wants me to do.”

“Sure,” Matthew smiled. “What exactly would we be doing?”

“I haven't really thought much about it yet to be honest,” Alfred admitted. “Any ideas?”

“A little shapeshifting?” Canada suggested.

“Some electric and air element use?” Alfred put forward. “There'll also be no need to display any healing magic so no need to think about that one.”

“You're right and I can add a bit cold of ice powers thrown in there.” Matthew finished.

“Think Iggie will be surprised?” Alfred questioned. “I'm sure that we have more power since we’re part or were once part of Native American mythology but he has his technique down.”

“You have a point,” Matthew agreed.

“Thanks for doing this with me,” Alfred smiled shyly. “I really appreciate it. After all the hero always needs his sidekick.”

“Don't worry about it Alfie,” Matthew replied kindly. “Anything for you baby brother.”

Alfred blushed lightly before he was pulled into a hug by Canada. Alfred buried his face into his slightly taller brother’s shoulder taking in the lingering smell of pancakes and maple syrup that always clung to his twin.

Francis stood silently in the background feeling happy that his children were so open to affection with each other.

“America- san and the other one look very kawaii. What is the paler blond’s name? I feel like I have heard it before. Cana- something, I'll remember it eventually,” Japan thought. “But first I must take pictures to add to my collection of kawaii nations.”

“You wanna go outside and wait for the Italies to finish up?” The American mumbled into his brother’s shoulder.

“Sure,” Matthew agreed. “Should we ask Papa to come with us? I think that everyone wants to see your display, so we can leave now to warm up.”

Alfred nodded and unwrapped his arms from his brother’s upper body. Canada and America walked over to France who had began fighting with England.

“Hey guys!” America beamed as he bounced up to the pair. “Wanna go outside? We have to show you our really cool superpowers.”

“You mean you're magical demonstration?” England questioned raising one giant eyebrow.

“Whatever you say Iggie dude.” America replied cheerfully before turning and exiting.

England sighed before following the bouncing American, quiet Canadian and fatherly/ perverted French man outside. Japan remained outside the meeting room so that he could inform the Italies where everyone went while Russia and China went outside.

“Okay Mattie let’s warm up.” Alfred suggested.

Matthew nodded and closed his eyes taking a deep breath and concentrating on releasing a small amount of his icy magic. The temperature around the Canadian drastically slowly reaching negative temperatures and icing the ground around him. America bounced happily alongside his brother careful not to slip on the ice before he decided it was his turn to warm up. Alfred took a deep breath in and felt the wind currents that rushed around him each one trying to outdo the other, wanting to serve the wind spirit before them. Alfred could generate wind but it was easier for him to simply manipulate the already present wind currents. He smiled softly and took control of one of the gentlest currents so that he wouldn't accidentally harm any of his friends. Alfred lifted himself a few feet off the ground and laughed happily at the wind’s soothing touch. England teared up in the background feeling very proud of his babies. France patted Arthur soothingly on the back and handed the man a tissue to dry his eyes.

“I'm so proud of them,” England thought. “They're so talented and they look so happy.”

“Ve~ don't tell me that you started without us.” Italy said as he joined the group along with a strangely quiet Romano, Germany and Japan following behind him.

“Of course not dudes,” America laughed. “The hero never misses an opportunity to entertain his adoring fans.

“Ready Mattie?” Alfred asked.

“Whenever you are Alfie.” Matthew replied. “Keep it moderate okay. No tornadoes or anything like that. Let's stick with a simple snow storm for now.”

Alfred mock saluted before he landed on the ground next to his brother using his own magic to raise his body temperature enough to withstand the cold. Alfred raised his pale hands to the sky and the other nations watched in awe as dark clouds suddenly began gathering above them. Strong winds whipped around the nation's gently caressing them like Alfred instructed them to do. He smirked slightly and instructed the winds to raise the other nations off the ground and into the air while he also began flying.

“Ve~ fratello we’re flying!” Italy exclaimed.

“Put me down you burger bastard,” Romano shrieked as he saw the ground get further and further away. “I don't want to get smashed in a million pieces if you drop us.”

“Don't worry I won't,” Alfred promised as he flew to meet the other nations with his brother by his side.

“This is very exciting America- kun. It is just like one my anime.” Japan said.

“Totally Japan. Awww are you afraid of heights Iggy?” America questioned as he brought a white faced Englishman closer o to him.

“No-o,” England stuttered. “I just prefer riding on a broomstick like any civilized wizard.”

“I wouldn't drop you Daddy.” Alfred whispered.

“What did you say lad?” England asked.

“Nothing.” Alfred smiled before he began zipping between nations leaving a small trail of lightning behind.

“This is great way to kill a man Fedechka, da,” Russia noted. “His insides will become his outsides.”

“Been there, done that.” Alfred thought as he simply grinned at the strangely calm Russian.

Alfred instructed the wind to bring his friends and family back down to the ground before releasing her from her duty for the moment. The wind ruffled his hair gently causing him to giggle at the affection like a small child. Alfred had always gotten the indication that the winds had genders and that one had been distinctly feminine. The other nations stared at America curiously for a second before deducing that it was just one of his many New World, uh, quirks.

“Okay my turn.” Canada announced.

“Ve~ Ludwig, America multiplied!” Italy exclaimed.

“No Feliciano- kun that is America- san's twin brother, um, Canadia.” Japan explained.

“It's Canada actually,” Mathew sighed. “Hey Alfie can I use your clouds?”

Alfred nodded distractedly still conversing with the wind in his own weird way.

Canada bit his lip in concentration creating a light flurry which progressed into a beautiful snowfall. Now here comes the difficult part, chunks of snow and ice began merging into different creatures. The snow formed the national animals of all the countries, a North American Beaver (Canada), A Gallic Rooster (France), a Carp Fish (Japan), a Eurasian Brown Bear (Russia), a Lion (England), a Bald Eagle (America), a Giant Panda (China), a Black Eagle (Germany) and a Timber Wolf (Italy).

“Hey Alfie when you're done over there could you help me animate a few?” Matthew asked.

“Okie dokie.” Alfred nodded as he glided over to some of the animals on the previous air current.

One by one the animals came to life with the magical touches of Alfred and Matthew. Two eagles began racing against each other and Alfred. A Carp swarm in circles around Japan’s head and a wolf playfully nipped at the Romano and Feliciano’s feet. The snow lion began chasing the roster much like its human counterparts. The beaver ran over to its creator happily rubbing against his legs while the bear lay down at Russia’s feet. The giant panda began ambling towards the ever panda loving China to get some pats and cuddles.

“This is amazing!” France exclaimed.

“Thanks Papa/ France.” The twins said in unison.

“We have one more trick up our sleeves.” America announced.

“Well not literally but we’re just gonna show you the basics.” Matthew thought.

“We'll be right back.” Matthew said before the twins ran off.

“Snow panda!” China shrieked.

“These creatures are magnificent,” Italy observed. “They're so life like. It's as if they were actual animals.”

“The twins are very talented at magic aren't they, Arthur?” France questioned.

“I am surprised to be honest. I didn't expect anything like this. I'm proud? Yes. I'm very proud of them.” Arthur admitted quietly to Francis.

“Why don't you tell them that?” Francis asked.

“I try but then it gets caught in my throat. Why am I even telling a frog like you that!” England exclaimed. “It's not like that need me any more they're old enough to take care of themselves and you seem to be getting closer to them.”

“They are still very young. America is only 241 and Canada is even younger being only 150. You and I have hundreds of years on the twins and yet sometimes we act even more childish than they do. It is not wrong to act a little parental to a younger nation *mon amie.” France explained.

“Do you think that they'd even want me as their daddy anymore?” Arthur questioned sadly.

The rooster and the lion that had previously chasing each other settled down in front of the nations that they had been created for staring up at them.

“I'm sure that they do,” Francis reassured before gesturing to the snow creatures. “I believe that they want some attention.”

France bent down gathering the rooster in his hands ignoring the freezing temperatures and began cooing at it. The lion nudged Arthur’s legs jealous of the attention that the rooster was getting.

“You are a cute little bugger aren't you?” Arthur whispered as he knelt in front of the lion. “You're remind me of my little Alfred when he was younger. He always wanted a little attention from me, he was very clingy after he got over his fear of Francis and I. When it was just Alfred and I he would always crawl into my bed to sleep and cuddle with me. Everywhere I went he tried to follow me, even to the bathroom. I broke his heart when I went on that first ship back to England. Sometimes when I'm alone I can still hear the screams he made, it’s haunted me for hundreds of years. I couldn't take him to England with me because a newly discovered country or colony needs to remain on or close to their land and I was needed in England. It got better when the Frog and Canada came to live with us as one of us could always be there with you. But I do love Alfred and Matthew with all my heart and soul and maybe even the the Frog.”

The lion rubbed against Arthur’s face purring softly as it tried to comfort the now teary eyed England. The animal grabbed the end of Arthur’s shirt with its surprisingly sharp teeth and started dragging him to the edge of the clearing. The other animals were also doing the same to the countries that they represented. The nations got the feeling that they something big was about to happen and began patiently waiting for whatever was supposed to happen. A loud clap of thunder broke the tentative silence and startled the older nations, simultaneously all the animals returned to snow.

A loud bird screeched somewhere not to far off temporarily deafening the nations as the animal swooped into the large clearing. It was a beautiful and majestic bald headed eagle with snowy white tail feathers and a tawny brown bodice. The bird had a curved yellow beak and dangerously sharp talons that screamed predator. Strangely enough the eagle’s eyes were an icy blue color that shown with human like intelligence. The eagle was about half a foot tall and seemed strangely thin. The bird walked up to the nations and stared up at them as if waiting for a response.

“Ve~ I think the bird wants to talk to us Romano!” Italy exclaimed.

The bird tilted its head at the nation and rolled its eyes as if to say duh.

“Did that bird just roll its eyes?” France asked stunned.

The bird nodded in response to the French man’s questioned.

“Can you understand us, aru?” China questioned.

The bird nodded again before glancing towards the forest and walked back into the forest.

A bear growled loudly before it ambled out of the forest slowly looking annoyed at the eagle which kept hopping around it. The bear, to be specific a polar bear was still the size of a cub and had fluffy looking snow white fur. It also had strange purple eyes in place of the customary dark brown which were also filled with human like intelligence. The bear had sharp claws and teeth customary of that of a predator.

The bird lifted itself into the air with it strong wings producing a somewhat muted thunderclap each time. The eagle settled in a branch near the head of Arthur and chirped loudly to gain his attention. The bear moved closer to Francis and buried its tiny head into the nation’s legs.

“Surprised Iggy?” The bird asked.

“I think that bird just talked, da.” Russia stated just as shocked as the other nations.

“Alfred? Is that you?” England confirmed.

“Took you long enough.” Alfred teased. “Is it really that surprising?”

“Don’t be mean Alfie,” Matthew reprimanded gently “They’re still in shock.”

“Mathieu?” France confirmed as he knelt down in front the cub.

“Yes Papa.” Canada nodded.

“The North American twins are more talented than I'm sure that everyone thought, especially America- san. I am surprised at the way that America -san has been behaving these past few days, he seems quite calm and collected. Perhaps there is a different side of America -san that we do not know,” Japan thought as he observed America hopping and flitting around the clearing. “I think I would not mind getting to know that side, he seems sweet and not obnoxious.”

“Aren't you two adorable,” China cooed as he knelt in front of Canada. “You look like a fluffy, teddy bear.”

The small bear made a small noise of embarrassment before giving China the bear equivalent to a smile.

The afternoon when by quickly (I got lazy) with the two brothers remaining in animal form for the afternoon until everyone got hungry.

“Can we like to and eat guys?” America whined. “I'm hungry.”

“Perhaps now would be a good time for lunch,” German seconded. “I believe that today is Japan and I’s turn to cook dinner.”

Japan nodded from his place in the ground where he had been playing with America. The island nation smiled to his younger counterpart in apology before he left to go prepare lunch.

“Perhaps it's time we switch back America.” Canada suggested.

The younger twin nodded before he suddenly took off in the direction of the forest leaving a small trail of lightning behind him. Canada was quick to follow and join his brother to go change his clothes.

“I'll wait for then here the rest of you should get of the cold,” France volunteered. “Perhaps a change of clothes would be in order, non?”

“I'll stay too to make sure that you don't do anything Frog,” England added quickly. “I don’t trust you.”

The other nations left the other two nations alone, eager to change out of there damp clothing. The twins walked out of the forest slowly now on their human forms looking quite tired. America’s meager weight was partially being supported by his brother as he stifled a few yawns and rubbed his eyes with his feast.

“Dinner and bed for you two,” France commanded as he went to stand on the other side of America. “Mon lapin help Canada to the dining room table, he is very tired.”

Arthur have Francis a startled look as he was the one who typically dealt with Canada. France have Arthur a look that said we'll talk later’ and since Arthur sensed that it wasn't the time he shut his mouth. The FACE family made their way to the dining room table quietly with America almost asleep on France’s arm.

“Can you stay awake enough long enough to eat something poppet?” England asked. “You haven't had anything to eat since breakfast and you really should eat something.”

“I’ll try,” Canada yawned. “That switching took a lot out of us because we haven't done it in a while.”

“The same applies to you as well America,” France said. “You shouldn't go to bed on an empty stomach.”

America who was at that point more asleep than awake buried his head in Francis’ neck as he really didn't want to eat. Francis tentatively hefted his small burden onto his hip surprised that the smaller nation did not mind, if anything he seemed to like it. The elder blonde duo exchanges surprised glances over the twins head before. Arthur opened the door with his free hand and guided the Canadian nation to his seat much to the surprise of the other nations already in the room.

Japan once again began snapping pictures to be placed in his new FACE family photo album. The elder blondes placed their child in their respective seats. Canada who was more alert than his twin took a his glass of water and splashed some of it on his brother’s face.

“Hey!” Alfred exclaimed. “What was that for?”

“Eat something.” Matthew commanded as tossed a napkin at his brother.

The blue eyes blonde pouted before he glanced the variety of the dishes in the large table. The Japanese dishes included soup Miso Soup, Tempura, grilled fish, Hamburger Steak. There were also two other smaller vegetable dishes which were salads and boiled veggies. The German side of the meal consisted of whole grain bread, cheeses, deli meats, sausages, mustards and pickles.

America took a small serving of Miso soup with a side plate of boiled vegetables. Canada eyed him suspiciously before placing another plate with bread in from of him. America pouted at him before his twin fixed him with a glare that convinced him to eat without another word.

The other nations are their meals quietly conversing softly each too wrapped up in their own worlds to put any effort into conversation. The twins eyelids began dropping once again and soon they were fast asleep on their seats unbeknownst to the other nations.

“I think that the North American twins have fallen asleep,” Germany noted as he finally saw them. “Perhaps you should take the two of them to their rooms, England and France.”

America was a rested his head on Canada’s shoulder who in turn rested on America. Japan cooed quietly before he took out his camera and began taking pictures of the cute sight. France picked up Canada first and places him on his hip before leaving the room. England picked up the remaining twin, deciding that it would be easier to carry him bridal style instead. America nuzzled into the warm presence subconsciously and grabbed the front of his colonizer’s shirt with his hand.

“Maybe we should just put the two of them together like last night,” Francis suggested. “Matthew once told me that he slept better as a child with his brother at his side.”

“Okay Frog,” England agreed. “I think that we might need to talk afterwards about them. I think that something might be really wrong with them, I don't know why perhaps instinct?”

Having realized that they had arrived at America's bedroom France opened the unlocked door and placed his child on the bed with Arthur mimicking him.

“*Bonne nuit mes enfants je t'aime.” France said as he pulled the cover up over the twins.

Arthur said nothing but brushed a strand of hair from Matthew's forehead with eyes filled with pure paternal love.

“Let us go Frog.” England said as he left the room.

France quickly followed his younger partner and returned to the dining room to talk with the rest of the nations.

Unseen by their parents Canada and America moved closer together to cuddle with each other.

*Word Glossary*

Nǐ néng dǒng liúlì de zhōngwén ma (Chinese) -  Can you understand chinese fluently as well?

Wǒ zuò (Chinese) -I do

Bonne nuit mes enfants je t'aime (French) - Goodnight my children.

Author's Note

Hello people of the internet, guess what, I finally updated. My fellow @RACE_family members encouraged me to update even if this is garbage. So, on a scale of I forgot that i had an important test today to Donald Trump is actually president how bad is this update? Next chapter I want to address some more serious topics like attempted suicide, eating disorders, bullying and possibly abuse. So I'm not sure if I've already done a disclaimer but I do not own Hetalia or the diary entries most of which I got online. I'm also using one of the entries from @Aph_Nyo_Romania headcannon book. I also don't know why my spacing is double because I'm using Google Docs and this has never happened before. So I'm going to turn off notifications because I'm not sure if anyone will actually like this. So my entire word count is 7047 words.