"Daddy?" Alfred questioned suddenly eyes wide, "Do you promise you'll always love me?"

"Of course I will poppet." Arthur cooed.

"Ok Daddy I trust you cause you're the best daddy ever!" Alfred exclaimed. "I'm going to be a hero when I grow up just like you and you'll be proud of me."

"I'm sure you will poppet," Arthur replied as he placed the tiny child on his lap. "I love you Alfred and I always will."

"Those had all been lies hadn't they?" Alfred thought as he struggled to act like the oblivious America amidst all the meets, insults and taunts. "He doesn't love me, he hates me he even told me so himself. I'm just a useless waste of space. I wish I could make him proud of me."

"I wish somebody besides Alfred and Papa would remember me," Canada sighed. "Maybe if I spoke a little louder they would hear me but I would never be able to compete with Alfred's volume. Does wishing he would just shut up for once make me a bad older brother?"

Next the purple eyed nation France and England had once again began to engage in a pointless argument that would lead to an even more pointless fight.

"Stupid potato bastard! Let go of my fratello!" Romano cursed. "Don't take him away from me even if I can never be as good as him." He thought sadly.

At the head of the table Germany sat with a small Italian on his lap while another one hurled insults at him. Feliciano has a wide smile on his face even as he cried on the inside.

"Please remember Germany, please remember being Holy Rome. Please don't leave me again. Tell me what I did wrong so I can fix it." Italy internally begged.

Next to North Italy sat Japan who was busy scribbling away on a small notepad and agreeing with everything the American said.

"Oh America- kun must you make such a fool of yourself to everyone? Even if you are much younger than everyone else perhaps it is better to leave the childishness behind at meetings." The Japanese wondered. "But it might also be my fault for encouraging him. *Gomen'nasai America- San."

"Pay your debt, aru!" China demanded to the blond American.

"Why won't you call me big brother anymore? Why do you hate me? Japan left China but did Kiku have to leave Yao?" China thought somberly as he inched away from Russia and closer to Japan.

"Become one with mother Russia, da?" The very light blonde haired nation demanded. "I don't want to be lonely anymore." he added internally.

Suddenly a bright flash of light occurred that left the nations disconcerted and disoriented. Copreal figures began manifesting behind several nations. Some were quick to react like America while others like Canada remained in shock.

***

"What do you want Mother?" Alfred demanded wide eyed while his young body tensed. "Haven't you ruined my life enough already?"

"Have some respect for the savage you bloody idiot," England retorted. "I raised you better than that you fat git."

Alfred glared back slightly at his former caretaker while he tried to keep his body from trembling.

"Demon child," A black haired, slightly translucent woman greeted. "Pale face."

Alfred bit his lip and then placed his hand into his rather deep pocket and slid out a gun. "Now tell me why in the name of the Great Spirit you're back Mother."

"My little Amérique that is no way to treat a lady." Francis interjected.

"Do not be mistaken you frog that is no lady rather a savage." England said as he examined the glare off between Native America and her youngest son.

"Alfie who is that?" Canada whispered as he walked next to his brother holding his polar bear in his hands.

"This is your mother Native America." Kumajirou interjected surprising Canada, England and France.

"Mr. Kumacheerio?" Canada asked surprised.

"Nanuq," Native America nodded. "I see you are still taking care of my other son. I hope you did not fail at raising him as I need with the other one."

"Mother?" Canada mumbled into America's ear. "We have a mother? How come I've never met her."

"She gave me to raise you and then you were eventually found by France." The ice spirit replied to his owner.

"If I would have known what a mess the other one would turn out to be I would have raised you instead." Native America said as she shifted her long, black braid over her back.

"I hate you Mother!" Alfred hissed childishly as he stomped away to avoid losing his temper.

"You're being rather mean to Alfred, to your son. Why do you hate America so much?" Canada asked as he stepped away from the ghost and closer towards France.

"He's a disgrace to my name. All his brothers before him were great and powerful empires, Aztec, Maya and Inca all were powerful in their own right and he is a pathetic waste of space. Kanata or Canadia as you go by now I'm sure you've made me proud somehow." Native America beamed.

"Mademoiselle his name is Canada and I would appreciate if you did not batter my son like that." France defended his son.

"Thanks Papa." Matthew smiled happy that he was being acknowledged.

"Excuse me I don't want to interrupt the savage but I want to talk to Arthur and my grand babies!" Exclaimed a ginger with incredibly, curly hair which hanging loose to her shoulders. Her face and shoulders are covered in freckles, and her eyes are a slightly paler green than England's.

"Mother?" Arthur asked sounding faint. "You're here, I've missed you."

"I know baby I've missed you to," Britannia said as she tried engulfed her youngest son in a hug only to fall straight through him. "Aw, I can't even give you a hug. I'm so proud of you Arthur! You've given me so many grand babies."

"Do not just stand there Mathieu, say hello to your grandmother." Francis said encouraging his son.

"Is this one of my grandsons?" Britannia questioned as she stepped closer to the unsure nation. "He's so cute!"

The energetic, ancient nation bounded around the Canadian firing a stream of questions which Matthew was more than happy to answer.

"It feels nice to be the centre of attention for once," Matthew thought happily. "Britannia seems a lot nice than Native America. She was so mean to Al. Wait where is Al!"

"Where's Alfie?" Matthew blurted out suddenly.

"Alfie?" Britannia questioned. "Isn't he my grand baby? Where is he?"

"The fat arse got his feathers ruffled after Native America spoke to him." Arthur snorted.

"Arthur Kirkland!" Britannia snapped. "How could you talk about your son like that."

"I'm sorry Mother but he is no son of mine. " Arthur apologized, sort of.

Britannia could do not but shake her head knowing that her words would not change the mind of her stubborn son. She smiled sadly and prayed that the diary would help bring the little family back together, especially the twins.

"Let's go find my other grand baby!" The ginger exclaimed as she ran off in a random direction. Francis and Matthew shrugged at each other and followed the hyper woman. Arthur sighed and began following them at a more unhurried pace.

***

A young looking man stepped forward dressed in armor and a cape. He had deeply tanned, and both his hair and eyes are a dark brown. "I'm sorry for leaving you my grandchildren, Feliciano and Romano."

"Grandpa Rome!" Italy exclaimed. "You're back, I missed you so much."

"*Nonno," Romano breathed as he stepped forward to touch his grandfather only for his hand to pass through the ghostly apparition.

"I'm sorry *nipoti my body no longer exists on this plane," The Roman Empire apologized as he tried to lay a hand on his favorite grandchild, Feliciano. "Unless, America! Yes he can help us."

"How can the hamburger bastard help us?" Romano cursed.

"He has an ability, it would allow me to be able to hold you one more time."

"Ve~ I'm sure Mr. America would help us." Italy smiled as he grabbed unto his brother's arm. "Let's go an find him fratello."

"Let me go bastardo!" Romano exclaimed but went along with his brother. Rome followed behind them all the while commenting and cooing at his grandchildren about how they've grown and how he's so proud of them.

"Where is the asshole?" Romano snapped as he opened a closet.

"Ve~ maybe he's in the bathroom?" Northern Italy suggested.

Southern Italy raises a hand to his face. "Couldn't you have said that before idiota."

"Do not be so mean to your brother." The Roman Empire gently chided.

"Sorry *nonno." Southern Italy apologized quickly under the slight glare from his grandfather.

The two Italies walked down the hallway headed towards the bathroom with Rome humming happily underneath his breath.

***

Alfred rested his head along the only remaining fully intact wall as he clenched his fists as he tried to reign in his volatile temper. Around the blond teenage nation lay the remains of a bathroom that had been demolished after his rampage.

"I hate her so much," Alfred seethed looking more like his actual age of fifteen or sixteen without his mask on. "How dare she come back! Hasn't she ruined my life enough already?"

Faint footsteps began echoing down the hall getting closer and closer to America's current location. America grinned his mask already back in place.

The door opened before falling off its hinges completely.

"Ve~ what happened here?" Italy questioned.

"Dudes, the hero just saved everyone from a bad guy!" America exclaimed obnoxiously.

"Uh sure, fatty. Grandpa Rome said you have a power that could let him become corporeal again." Romano said as he looked around at the wrecked room.

All the toilets had been uprooted from their previous places and had been thrown around the room and destroyed. The sinks and mirrors were naught but shards scattered around the room, in the ceiling and stuck in America's arm. There was also a mysterious hole that went down to an unknown depth.

"Grand baby!" A woman shrieked as she tackled the world superpower. "It's so nice to meet another grand baby of mine."

Alfred beamed up at the slightly taller woman happily, it had been his first hug in almost a month from a nation. If you choose to not count Canada it had been almost two years now, after all no one wanted to touch the fat, greasy pig they assumed Alfred to be.

"I'm Britannia your grandmother! It's so nice to meet my youngest grand baby. You're so cute!" Brittania squealed.

"She is so fast." panted Francis as he and a visibly less tired Matthew arrived.

"How can she touch Alfred?" Mathew asked softly with no one but Francis, Brittania and Alfred hearing him.

"That's a good question Mathieu. How is it your brother is able to touch Brittania and not you." Francis questioned.

"Cause the hero can do anything dudes!" America exclaimed to the annoyance of everyone but the Ancients and Canada.

"That makes no sense prat," England insulted as he finally arrived. "It must be magic you wanker."

"Magic isn't real Iggy." America smiled.

"Of course is it you tosser don't you see Flying Mint Bunny," England said as he gestured to what looked like thin air as most but to Canada, America and the Ancients. "And my name is England so get it right!"

"I can see it," whispered Matthew. "The name wasn't very creative though."

"Be nice Arty," Brittania gently scolded.

"Hey how come she gets to call you Arty and I can't." Alfred pouted.

"Because I actually like her," Arthur explained smugly. "You on the other hand I hate."

Brittania who was still holding America felt him deflate at the insult. She laid a kiss on his cheek and whispered. "I promise you'll be alright. "

Brittania released her crushing grip on her youngest grandson and bounded over to annoy her youngest son.

"So can you help us or not pig?" The older Italy asked rudely.

"I actually don't know how." Alfred admitted shyly as he looked down at his shoes.

"Must you be so useless tosser?" England insulted. "Mother are you sure that America has any magical ability?"

"He just needs some help that's all. Please hold out your hands please Alfred, I'll draw at your magical energy." Brittania explained.

Alfred nodded deciding that he could trust his grandmother. America held out his too pale hands and placed them in his grandmother's slightly larger hands. The ginger began muttering something underneath her breath as Alfred began to glow a faint silver color which got progressively brighter. The light became glaringly bright causing to everyone to cover or close their eyes.

"Is it over? Are you alright Amerique?" Francis questioned feeling a rare moment of concern for his almost colony.

Alfred stepped forward his normally sea blue eyes having a silver tint. He nodded mutely before he walked up to the Ancients and placed his hands on them.

Unlike before the Alfred did not glow as harshly instead glowing a softer silvery color. The ancients began looking more and more copreal as the minutes passes by, America on the other hand began paling at an alarming rate. With a final burst of light the Ancients materialized fully and Alfred collapsed into the Roman Empire's hands.

"Alfred!" Matthew shouted. Well to him it was a shout but to everyone else it was a mere whisper.

"I will put America to bed and then we will spend some time okay *nepotibus meis." Rome said as he hefted the young nation in his hand into proper bridal style position.

"Grandpa Rome must be really strong to be able to carry America don't you think Feli." Southern Italy said snidely.

"Ve~ that's not very nice Romano even if it's a little true." North Italy replied.

Rome could only shake his head softly at his grandchildren's ignorance as he brought the third largest nation in the world to a small unoccupied guest room. As soon as placed America on the small bed he was tackled by two crying Italians.

"Come *nepotibus meis let's leave America to his rest."

"Ve~ okay." Feliciano sniffed.

The ancient nation walked out if the room with an Italian on each arm. Behind them on the bed the blond began to toss and turn as if stuck in a horrible nightmare. "Mattie." He whimpered subconsciously.

Native America floated into the room to look at her son. She stepped closer and placed a cold hand on his pale cheek.

"•Masaka," She whispered. "I'm sorry for being so horrible to you. I know I'm a horrible mother and that you probably hate me but I can never hate you. You are my flesh and blood, my legacy and I will always be proud of you no matter what comes out my mouth. Every time I talk to you all I can think of is your °Manifest Destiny and what you did to me and my people. I understand now that no one is perfect and that we all have our mistakes and faults. You were young and you still are, everyone is allowed to make their mistakes. Mine was the verbal and sometimes physical abuse I inflicted on you when you were nothing but a mere babe. I don't know why I did it but I regret it. I know I left a permanent scar on your heart which I know can never fully heal but I'm sure your new family can help heal a lot. What I want to say is that I'm sorry *Masaka and I love you."

"Mother?" Alfred called weakly.

Native America gasped. "How much did you hear demo- Alfred?"

"Most of it." Alfred admitted as he fiddled with the hem of his shirt. "Did you really mean it?"

Native America bit her lip as an insult was her immediate answer to talking to Alfred. As she looked down at his thin face and wide blue eyes she knew deep down that in fact that everything she said was true.

"Yes its true my *mukki. You are my *ciqala and I really do care for you," Native America confessed. "Now rest *ashkii dighin I promise when you awaken I'll be there. I am proud of your *shilah as well."

"Okay *Shima." Alfred whispered as he closed his eyes.

"Sleep well my son," Native America said as she began to sing a lullaby sweetly and softly to her son.

"Ho, ho what tay nay
Ho, ho what tay nay
Ho, ho what tay nay
Key oh kay nah
Key oh kay nah

Ho, ho what tay nay
Ho, ho what tay nay
Ho, ho what tay nay
Key oh kay nah
Key oh kay nah

Oh, oh little one
Oh, oh little one
Oh, oh little one
Now go to sleep
Now go to sleep."

***

Brittania tackled her youngest son sending him to the floor and putting his head dangerously close to the hole.

"Mother!" Arthur shrieked. "Please give me some warning next time."

"I missed you so much," Brittania said bursting into tears. "I missed my baby so much."

"I missed you to Mother," Arthur said his eyes suspiciously bright. "The floor is filthy."

"Sorry." Brittania apologized as she got off her son. The British gentlemen got up from the floor slowly.

The ginger haired woman wrapped her arms around her shorter son's waist.

"Arthur?" Matthew asked.

"Uh, who are you?" Arthur asked.

"Mathieu is your son." Francis replied his eyes narrowed.

"Sorry lad I didn't mean it." Arthur said blushing from his mother's intense glare. "What would you like?"

"Would you like a hug too?" Brittania smiled.

Matthew nodded. The green eyed woman unlatched herself from around her son and wrapped them around her grandson.

"You're so cold." Brittania shivered.

"My nation is registered as the third coldest in the world." Matthew explained.

"As long as you aren't sick." Brittania smiled.

***

The day was spent full of tears and laughter. Brittania enjoyed every bit of time she could spend with her son, son's possible boyfriend and grandson. Every time Matthew tried to retreat into his shell, mostly from an offhanded comment from Arthur Francis and Brittania would be there to drag him back out.

Native America looked over her youngest son as he went through a fitful sleep. The overuse of his newly awakened powers had placed a heavy strain upon his young body both mentally and physically. Not to mention that his reunion with his mother had awakened some long forgotten instincts. Native America sat by her son's side running her delicate hands through his thick, blonde hair.

The Italies sat with their grandfather on a couch doing a lot of crying and remembering.

Japan spent the day hiding away locked in his room reading and writing some very nose bleed worthy material. Occasionally, he would stop by the room where America and a mysterious dark haired woman were. America may not really be Japan's friend as the smaller country did not think that their personalities were compatible enough but it would be rude to not stop by when someone is sick. Besides their common love of anime, magma and cosplaying they really did have nothing in common.

China lay in his bed feeling tired as be bad stayed up almost all night completing paperwork. More than anything he wished that he could hear Japan telling him that he loved him one more time.

"I wish they would accept me for what I am today and wouldn't reject me for the monster that I was in the last," Russia thought sadly. "I try so sad to smile and be nice but still they are all frightened of me except for the stupid Alfredka. Maybe stupidity equals bravery for Americans or perhaps he is naive in his young age?"

Germany on the other hand was secretly following the Italian brothers to make sure nothing happened to Feliciano. He would never admit it but he enjoyed the company of the shorter man.

***

"Arthur," Brittania smiled sadly as her body began flickering. "I'm afraid that I must leave you now. My time on this plane of existence is ending."

"No Mother you can't go," Arthur pleaded. "I still need you."

"I'm sorry Arthur but God gave us a limited amount of time to stay. I love you Arthur, Matthew and Francis please take good care of everyone.

"Of course Madam," Francis nodded. "I will take care of Arthur for as long as he will let me and Mathieu will always be my top priority."

"What about Alfred, Papa?" Matthew asked about his younger twin.

"Oh of course I will check up on *Amerique." Francis said smiling tightly.

"How could I forget about Alfred," Francis thought ashamed. "I am no better that Arthur. America may not be my favorite child but that doesn't mean that I have any right to forget about my child. Am I as bad a father as England?"

Brittania smiled as she read France's thoughts. "He's finally starting to understand and drag his thoughts in the right direction."

"Goodbye I love you." Brittania whispered as a body began flickering before like a candle's flame it winked out of sight completely.

"MOTHER!" Arthur screamed as his body began shaking. "Don't leave me again."

"She is gone *Angleterre." Francis said as he tried to console the weeping nation.

"Shut up Frog!" England said as he stomped away to find someone else to release his anger and sorrow upon.

"Mattie are you okay?" Francis asked as he embraced his bright eyed son.

"I'll miss her," Matthew responded. "I've never had a grandmother before and it felt nice. I think I'll go to bed now Papa."

"*Bonsoir mon fils," Francis said. "I think I shall go look for Angleterre now to make sure he doesn't get unto any trouble without me."

Matthew nodded to his father tiredly before exiting the room and heading in the direction of his bedroom. Francis also exited and went in the next direction in search of his angry neighbor.

***

"Feliciano, Romano I'm afraid that my time to be with you is running shorter. God is calling us to leave." The Roman Empire said sadly.

"No don't go. Please don't leave me alone again." Feliciano pleaded.

"Yeah basta- *nonno you can't leave again." Romano added.

"I'm sorry," He smiled as his body began flickering. "Remember that you have each other. I'll always be watching over you."

Rome's body completely disappeared leaving a completely and utterly distraught younger Italian and an older brother who had no idea how to comfort his younger brother. It had been so long since he had been alone with his younger brother and had to be the one to shower him with affection.

"Hug therapy?" Romano asked weakly as he opened his arms.

A sobbing Feliciano flung himself into his brother's arms where Romano embraced for once not feeling like a complete and utter failure of a brother.

***

"Goodbye Alfred," Native America whispered as she caressed her son's cheek ignoring his subtle flinches and obvious discomfort at being touched by her. "I'll be watching over you."

Just like Brittania Native America's body began flickering similar to a dying candle although her leaving was much quicker as Alfred had not used his powers on her.

"...Goodbye Mother." Alfred said as his body relaxed as he closed his eyes and tried to reenter the land of sleep. He was forcing himself not to have a mental breakdown at the reunion of his abusive mother. Alfred mentally forced himself to not remember all the traumatic events that his childhood consisted of.

"ALFRED!" A voice shouted as it slammed the door open shocking Alfred out of his slumber. "What's wrong with you, you arsehole."

"Arthur what are you talking about?" Alfred asked confused, he certainly can't remember if he did something to Arthur. He really did not need this on top of everything, there was only so much his fragile mind could handle before collapsing completely.

"You ruined my life you manky prat. Its because if you my empire fell and that my country is no longer great. You're a disgrace and a mistake and I wish that all those years ago I never met you. You would have been better off staying my sweet little colony but instead you wanted to run off like a bloody prick and make a mess of the world by being an idiotic, unintelligent moron. Everyone knows that you got lucky in the World Wars and the Cold War. You try to prove to the world that you're all grown up but you're still as much as a brat as when you decided to become independent. The world hates you! Why can't you get that through your oversized ego already?"

"Arthur-" Alfred tried to interrupt only to be slapped so hard across his face that it left a red hand shaped mark on his pale face.

"Shut up you got I'm talking now so you better listen. Your ideas are rubbish and you always manage to make everything worse. You should have stayed out of Korea and Vietnam but you wanted to be a hero and interfere and look what it caused. I hope you know that all those unnecessary deaths are on your hands. You think that every time someone has a little quibble its your right to jump in but you're no hero, you're a pest. You should have learned by now that there are no real heroes and even if there were you certainly wouldn't be one. You're nothing but a self centred moron and you need to get off your high horse and face reality. No one likes you, not your twin, not the frog and not even Italy and heaven know he likes everyone. You had one friend and then you decided to bomb him, you deserve to be alone and unloved. I hate you!" Arthur spat, his breath reeking of alcohol as he stomped out of the room.

Alfred sat wide eyed on the small bed trembling from the aftershock. He moved to the corner of the bed where he pulled his knees to his chest and began sobbing. Hundreds of years of pain, anger, self hatred and a mirad of other negative emotions poured into his salty tears. Eventually though his already exhausted body began to tire and he passed out from exhaustion.

***

"Where could *Angleterre be?" Francis wondered as he walked up and down the familiar hallways. He began walking, maybe sprinting a little when he saw a quarter finished bottle of *Snake Venom beer.

"How is it that Arthur makes one of the world's strongest beers but yet he can't hold his alcohol." Francis thought.

Francis stopped in front of a half open door and poked his head in. Alfred lay on the bed curled in a fetal position breathing irregularly with dried tears on his face. However due to the poor lighting however France didn't see Alfred's pain filled face.

"America looks so peaceful and is a lot less irritating when he is asleep," France thought as he closed the door fully. "He is always so loud."

France continued in his investigation as to the whereabouts of England. He searched the nearby toilets, spare bedrooms and even the balconies. Eventually, after more than one hour of searching he located England's passed out body draped over the back of a small sofa in the library.

France steeped back for a moment to admire the curve of England's butt before he stepped forward and removed England from the couch and into his hands.

"Let's go *mon lapin," France said quietly. "Next time invite me so we can get drunk together. Ohonhonohon."

The personification of France carried the personification of England and North Ireland out of the library and to his bedroom. France placed England on the union jack themed bed and left going to his own room to get some sleep.

***

One by one the nations of the G8 plus Canada and Romano fell asleep. Some like France, Japan and Canada fell into peaceful sleeps while others like Italy and America descended into the now familiar land of nightmares and night terrors.

***

Far above them the ancients and last personifications of the world looked down at their sleeping family. Native America, Brittania, the Roman Empire and a number of other less important nations who have nothing to do with the plot sat gathered around an infinitely long table that managed to somehow contain all of them. Unlike their earth bound counterparts they were actually being semi-productive.

"Do you think it will work?" A random fallen nation asked.

"It has to, if it doesn't I fear world war three is on the rise and that a few minds shall snap. Although if Native America hadn't been such a bitch and a horrible mother then we probably wouldn't be stuck in this mess." Brittania added snidely.

"I was a good mother to my children." Native America replied with her brown eyes narrowed.

"If you were a good mother then you wouldn't have hit and practically tortured your own child who was nothing but a baby for a few mistakes that every child makes. You wouldn't have verbally abused him and crushed his heart every time he talked to you. You brainwashed him into loving you, it wasn't until the Italian washed up unto the shores of an island in the Bahamas and the Europeans arrived did he start to think a little differently. Did you ever feel a little bit of remorse when he told you that he loved you after you let your natives have your way with him? You took away his innocence of the world before he learned to even walk properly. You're a heartless monster and you disgust me." Brittania spat before she walked out the open door.

"Mother is this true?" The low voice of the Mayan empire asked. "Was that how our little brother really treated like that? I know that we each have our own initiation rituals but when Mexico was in my care I never treated him so harshly."

The voice of his brothers chimed in agreement. They each had their time to take care of Mexico. They may not have approved of how their mother divided their three youngest siblings especially the twins but they always thought that Native America had treated America right. But they would always secretly question their mother's decision to have their northernmost brother being raised by an ice spirit.

"Do not believe a thing that the *bilagaana says my children," Native America responded as she smoothed out her skirt purposefully not meeting the eyes of any if her children. "I would never abuse my own flesh and blood in the ways that she described."

The brothers exchanged glances amount themselves determined to come to the truth.

*Word Glossary*

Gomen'nasai (Japanese)- I'm Sorry
Aniki (Japanese)- Elder Brother
xiǎo xiōngdì -
petite Amérique (French) - My Small America
mon fils (French) - my son
Nonno (Italian) - Grandfather
nipoti (Italian) - Grandchildren
nepotibus meis (Latin) - Grandchildren
mukki (Algonquin) - Child
ciqala (Dakota) - Little One
ashkii dighin (Navajo) - Sacred Child
shilah (Navajo) - Brother
shima - Mother (Navajo)
Angleterre (French) - England
mon lapin (French) - my rabbit
bilagaana (Navajo) -White Person

°Historical References°

Japan left China - On 3rd May 1947 Japan gained its independence from China.

Manifest Destiny is a term for the attitude prevalent during the 19th century period of American expansion that the United States not only could, but was destined to, stretch from coast to coast. This attitude helped fuel western settlement, Native American removal and war with Mexico.

•Fandom References•

"Please remember Germany, please remember being Holy Rome. " - Germany is the reincarnation of the Holy Roman Empire.
Nanuq - It is said that Nanuq is the true name of Mr. Kumajirou and that he is an ice spirit.
Kanata - Canada's native american name.
Masaka - America's native american name.

Author's Note

Hey everyone this is my first Hetalia fan fiction but my third fan fiction. My other two are Fem! Percy Jackson stories so if you're into the fandom please check it out. I would like to have an update schedule eventually but my exams start soon. I didn't mean to post this yet but I got impatient. Also I needed to get this idea out of my head so that I could begin studying. This story was inspired by HetaliaRules111. She (he?) wrote an absolutely beautiful story called "What's On The Inside Matters." My diary entries shall be based on some headcannons, my interpretation of some pictures and that dark part of my mind that probably needs some serious help. At some point Prussia and Spain might join but I'm not sure yet. This is my first time writng with so many characters and i don't want to overwhelm myself. My current word count including my author's note is 5411 words.