Italics- Hand Signs
Bold- Diary Entries

The nations sat around the table waiting for the other missing nations to join them.

America was typing away on his phone making arrangements for the other nations to stay with him for an extended period of time. Canada sat next to his brother playing a game on his phone and quietly adding his input on how to be able to properly house the nations. Japan was catching up on his paperwork along with Germany while the two Italians sat next to each other silently.

Russia rolled a tray of food into the room smiling happy to be able to cook for his friends. An upset England and a quiet France struggled into the room a few minutes later and sat in their respective seats. Russia happily served the nations making sure to give America a bit more as he had noticed that he hadn't eaten much at breakfast.

"Can I read?" Alfred asked knowing it would give him an excuse not to eat as much.

"Of course," France said as he handed the younger nation the book.

Dear Diary,
Mon petite Matthieu is such a bright child. He's picking up French very quickly and has taken to following me everywhere, pointing at things and asking me to teach him the right words for them. He's very talkative when he wants to be and he's got such a sweet little voice! He sounds like a little bird, so cute!
France

"And you are still very cute ma enfant like a miniature version of your Papa Matthieu," Francis cooed. "You are going to grow up to be a heartbreaker, all the ladies and gentlemen will be after you. Just make sure to use protection when you become sexually active Matthieu, you never know what nasty diseases you can get."

"Oh my God Papa!" Matthew exclaimed with a red blush. "Don't say stuff like that its embarrassing."

"Ohonohonhon," Francis laughed. "Your old Papa can teach you a thing or two."

The other nations laughed at Matthew's misfortune except Arthur who remained stubbornly blank faced.

Dear Diary,
Today, a little girl came up to me and said that she wanted to be a marine. When I asked her why she said "I want to give back to the country that has given so much to me." Her great grandparents were German immigrants and she was proud of her heritage and of being an American. Its people like her that reassure me that America is great.
America

Alfred smiled softly at the memory because it was people like her who gave him the will to keep living.

"Did she become one?" Germany inquired.

"Yup, she actually became a Colonel before retiring after 30 years of service." America said proudly.

Dear Diary,
I thought raising one boy was a challenge but that was before I had two. Just today, I had some errands to run in town so I left the boys alone at home, seeing as they were playing quietly by themselves. But when I arrived home, i found them covered in dirt after spending the afternoon playing in the mud outside! I scolded them for making the mess of course but just between me and you it was a rather endearing sight.
England

Arthur's serious face melted right off into a loving smile as he remembered the fun he had raising two very active little boys.

"It feels like only yesterday I was bathing them and scrubbing the dried mud of their hair. They fell asleep in the bathtub together, the poor things were completely exhausted, couldn't even stay awake long enough to have something to eat," Arthur thought before his smile dropped. "I had to leave the next day unfortunately, France does have a point I was neglectful. The only reason I had to leave them that day was to get food because the cupboards were empty in after my long absense."

Dear Diary,
Why does everyone think I'm stupid? I'm an artist and artists need to see and know a lot. Just because I'm always smiling and trying to be happy doesn't make me an idiot.
Italy.

"Chigi, off course my fratello isn't a fucking idiot, except when it comes to liking the potato bastard," Romano mumbled as he crossed his arms. "Stupid potato bastard infecting my fratello with his stupidity."

"Ve~ fratello is so nice to me!" Feliciano sniffed. "I love you too big brother!"

Romano made a tsk noise as he handed Feliciano a tissue to wipe his tears while rolling his eyes affectionately.

"I love you too fratello," Romano finally said. "Besides your taste in boyfriend you're pretty fucking intelligent. A damn genius actually.

"Italy? Can I ask you a question?" China asked.

"Ve~ sure Mr. China." Italy agreed.

"Exactly how smart are you? What is your IQ?" China questioned.

Italy opened his mouth to respond but he was interrupted by a new note floating down from the ceiling. Alfred picked up the note being the closest to it and read it.

Because I know that my dear grandson wouldn't give an exact number I have taken the opportunity to actually tell you. Italy's IQ is 155.

"Really?" Germany asked confirming. "That's a very good IQ Feliciano."

For almost five years after WWII, Matthew called Francis weekly to make sure he was healing and recovering properly.

France smiled happily before drawing his Canadian son into a hug.

"Thank you my son," Francis said. "I love you."

"I love you too Papa." Matthew said as he patted his fathers back.

"I want a relationship like that with one of my children," Arthur thought bitterly. "He makes it look so easy and simple. Its bloody unfair, if I tried that with Alfred he might shove me away. And heavens knows I don't see Matthew often enough to do something like that."

Japan and the USA: proof that even former enemies can be the best of friends.

"We're best friends?" Alfred thought surprised. "He really thinks I'm his best friend? He likes me that much?"

Japan blushed not looking at China's knowing look instead choosing to focus on the well made meeting table. Alfred broke into a wide smile, beaming and showing off his pearly white teeth.

Alfred read the next entry to himself before deciding to skip it, he didn't want to seem even weaker in from of the other nations that he already was. After all as far as he was concerned he wasn't depressed just a little sad and lonely.

America calls-

"You missed one Alfred." Canada interrupted.

"No I didn't." Alfred insisted before continuing reading.

America calls both Feliciano and Romano-

Canada plucked the book from his brother's hands and read the entry himself ignoring his brother's weak protests.

Dear Diary,
On the outside it may seem like I'm this happy to lucky idiot who thinks of ideas such as the superhero Globoman. But on the inside I'm lonely, depressed and wish I hadn't pushed so many people away.
America.

"Uhm that entry isn't mine," Alfred protested as he waved his hands. "I'm happy, I'm happy, I really am."

"The book hasn't steered is wrong yet so I'm going to trust it." Canada said.

"I think we've established that you aren't an idiot," France said softly. "And you don't have to be lonely anymore, we'll be here for you. If nothing else this reading has brought and will bring us all closer together. And what's family for if they can't help you through depression?"

"Yeah we'll all be a big family now!" Italy exclaimed. "Big brother France is right, let's not right anymore."

America calls both Feliciano and Romano Italy and they both secretly like it.

"It makes me feel like I'm not just an extra puzzle piece in an already finished puzzle. Like I wasn't just a mistake," Romano thought still scowling. "Why the fuck am I here anyways? There's already one personification for Italy, two aren't fucking needed. And its obvious that I'm the one who isn't fucking needed, I'm irrelevant."

"-mano? Romano!?" Feliciano said as he pulled Romano from his thoughts. "You okay fratello?"

"I'm fucking fine," Romano snapped. "Lets fucking continue."

"Ve~ fratello you seem upset," North Italy pointed out. "Is it the entry?

"If I may make a suggestion," Japan spoke up. "I apologize for sounding rude but perhaps he should refer to Feliciano as North Italy and Romano as South Italy, much like how the German brothers refer to each other as West and East."

"That does sound sensible considering they are both the personifications of Italy." Germany agreed.

One by one the other personifications agreed not even knowing exactly how much it meant to Romano.

"Ve~ big brother you're South now!" North Italy cheered as he hugged South Italy.

"...get the fuck off." Lovino mumbled as he forced down his emotions.

"Awww big brother are you crying?" Feliciano asked as he looked at Lovino's glassy eyes. "Its okay bug brother, don't cry. Hug therapy will make you feel better."

"I'm not fucking crying," Romano denied as he wiped his eyes. "There's something in my fucking eye."

"You're not irrelevant South," Feliciano whispered knowing exactly what was going through his brothers mind. "You're needed and wanted."

A note floated down from the ceiling and onto Canada's lap drawing the other nations attention to him.

"What does it say Mattie?" Alfred asked.

"Dear nations we have collectively decided that we shall bring Spain, the personification of Spain, Antonio to the meeting room. While for the most part he is mentally stable South Italy needs another shoulder to lean on. He shall pop up sometime today."
The Roman Empire.

Romano scowled briefly not wanting to see Antonio in case he had a moment of weakness, well even more than usual in front of Antonio.

Dear Diary,
I'm not as angry and sullen as everyone thinks. I act that way to draw attention to myself because its the only way I can get noticed when Fratello's around.
South Italy

"Aww my little tomato." Spain said as he hugged Romano from behind.

"Gahhh!" Romano yelled as he turned around and punched Spain in the nose surprise. "What the fuck tomato bastard!?"

Spain clutched his nose still hugging Romano.

"Don't fucking sneak up on me asshole!" Romano demanded as he crossed his arms.

"I'm sorry my tomato," Spain apologized. "I did not mean to scare you."

The Southern part of Italy grunted as he leaned into Spain's arms much to Spain's pleasure.

Feliciano may be better at many things than Romano however Romano is actually a better cook.

"That's true my little tomato is a wonderful cook!" Spain said as he pulled Romano into his lap. "He makes the best ----- ever."

Romano rolled his eyes as he inspected the quality of the tomato Spain had just handed him.

The only reason Italy acts so silly is to put smiles on other people's faces.

Alfred glanced over at Feliciano surprised, because that was quite similar to what he did. Italy gave him a small smile and a nod showing that he also understood Alfred.

Dear Diary,

I caught Romano crying again. He wouldn't tell why or whats wrong. He just stands there crying.

Spain

"Won't you tell me Lovi?" Spain asked sadly. "I want to make you feel better."

"What the fuck do you want me to tell you! Huh? That I'm fucking insecure and know you tried to trade me for Feli?" Romano thought bitterly. "Because I won't fucking do it."

Whenever Romano is upset and crying, Spain tries everything he can get him to stop because he can't stand when Romano cries. And on the rare occassio when Spain cries, Romano does everyhting he can do to get him to stop, because he doesn't know what he would do if Spain stopped smiling.

"Even if you won't tell me why you cry, I do love and appreciate everything you do for me," Spain said smiling lovingly. "As long as you are with me I won't ever stop smiling."

"Aww that's so sweet." France thought.

Romano blushed darkly, avoiding everyone's eyes and looked down at his well manicured nails.

Ludwig purposefully wore light colors for years after WWII. He needed to create a new, cleaner image for himself and his people.

"Ve~ you looked nicer in bright colors Ludwig." Italy beamed.

"I remember that. You always wore light blues and yellows." Alfred said.

"And white and green." Matthew added.

"The lighter blues brought out your eyes nicely." Japan complimented.

"Thank you," Germany said with a blush. "Let us continue the reading."

Dear Diary,
I can't believe Canada put up with me for a week after we went to see Paranormal Activity 3. He really is the best brother/teddy bear ever.
America

"Did you seriously write the word teddy bear in there?" Canada asked exasperated.

"Maybe." Alfred mumbled as he scouted closer to his brother.

"Well I guess I kinda was," Canada reminensed as he placed a hand of Alfred's leg. "You refused to sleep on your own that night claiming you had to protect me from the movie. Wouldn't even let me stay more than one room away from you."

"...I wasn't scared." Alfred lied. "I was protecting you."

"You're lucky you're my brother and I love you or I'd ditch you." Canada admitted.

Dear England,
Why don't you love me like you love America? Am I not good enough for you? Am I really your son?
Canada

"Poppet of course you're my son and I do love you," Arthur reassured. "You're more than good enough for me or for anyone."

Canada glanced at England and while he could see the sincerity in the older nation's eyes he was afraid to believe him and get broken again. Only his brother and occasionally Papa had been there for him and withstood the test of time.

Sexuality isn't incredibly important to the Nations but America likes the guys while Canada tends to lean more towards the ladies. However they will swing the other way for the right person. Everyone assumes otherwise.

Japan's eyes widened ever so slightly as a light blush dusted his cheeks.

"A lady killer just like your Papa oui?" France asked with a wiggkenof his eyebrows.

Canada rolled his eyes in the his father not looking him directly however.

Dear Diary,

Kiku beat me in Chinese checkers today. I will beat him next time through. BECAUSE I AM CHINA!!!

"That doesn't mean you have to win China-san," Japan said. "It takes more than that."

"It is a disgrace aru!" China exclaimed. "China is not allowed to loose Chinese checkers! It is named after me therefore I should be an expert at the game."

Dear Diary,

America-san asked me to say 'election' today... and burst out laughing when i did so ... I do not understand wht is so funny ... Someone please explain?
Japan

"Its because he's immature," Canada explained with a roll of his eyes. "And you 'L' sounds like an 'R' and it sounds like uh another word."

"Oh," Japan blushed as he put 2 and 2 together. "I did not realize."

"Immature western nations aru." China said with a roll of his eyes

I learned a lesson today. Even if you put on a fake smile, your real friends know something is wrong. Italy.

"That is what real friends are supposed to do," Japan said with a small glimmer of happiness in his dark brown eyes.

"Ve~ we're best friends!" Italy said with a wide smile.

When China was a child no ations were around to take care of him. That's why he holds onto family like he does, because he doesn't want them to be lonely like he was.

"Is he lonely now?" Kiku thought. "I should try to be a better friend? Little brother? To him. What are we at this point? Can I call him my brother after I betrayed him like that?"

Dear Diary,

Why can't Avatar: The Last Airbender come out in Japanese dub already? It is hard being on the other end of the stick. I don't know how America deals with it.

Japan

"You'll get through it Keeks," Alfred said sympathetically. "I've lasted you can too. It sucks to have to read while also trying to see all the action going on and not miss any minor details but it comes with practice."

Japan nodded although he would still rather the sun he would have to make due with the dub for now.

It has been recorded that many outbreaks of yellow fever from 1668 to 1853 occurred in the US. The first outbreak started in New York of 1668. America was still a child, living in England's house alone. England was away on a business trip, so America was left to deal with the outbreak by himself. That's why Canada would sneak over to England's house to help America deal with the yellow fever.

"Thanks again Mattie, dealing with that one my own sucked." Alfred said.

"Its fine Al, I wanted to make sure you were okay. It was unfortunate however that you kept catching most of the outbreaks and needed to be on bed rest for most of the times. You probably would have starved to death." Canada said.

"Probably, especially when if I ever got to stage 3," Alfred thought with a wince. "Seizures suck

"Maybe they need parenting classes," China contemplated. "Canada and America were born during the height of his empire and at the time I am not sure if he had any want to take care of more children? Well who better to give him classes than someone as wise and mature as me?"

Dear Diary,
Today will be the day I am noticed by someone.
Canada

"...were you?" Italy asked breaking the awkward silence.

"No, except for Alfred but he always sees me." Canada mumbled.

"The hero can never forget his sidekick!" Alfred announced. "That's like Batman without Robin or peanut butter without jelly!"

Canada smiled softly as he blinked away a few years reassured that his brother would always be there for him.

"Maybe I'm being selfish," Canada thought. "At least one person always sees me, at least Alfred does. He won't ever forget me or leave me behind. Right? He wouldn't abandon me or ignore me on purpose."

A cold feeling gripped Canada's heart at the fear of being alone with no one else to talk to. It was one of his greatest fears that one day he would wake up and be invisible to everyone, even his own people and family.

"You okay Mattie?" Alfred asked he took a break in his ramblings to glance at his brother's fear striken face.

"I- I'm fine," Canada mumbled as turned his face away from Alfred. "I'm fine."

"I know you're not," Alfred signed. "I know you well enough to know when you're scared."

"Promise you won't leave me?" Matthew signed after a 5 minute pause. "Please?"

"Of course I wouldn't big brother , we're in this long ride called life together." Alfred replied.

"What the fuck are they doing with their hands?" Romano questioned.

"I think it is American Sign Language, they're communicating," Spain explained. "I wonder what they're saying."

"You really mean that?" Matthew asked.

In response Alfred hugged his older brother trying to pour all his love and affection into it. Matthew wrapped his arms back around Alfred clinging to him hoping and praying that Alfred would never, ever abandon him. France cooed quietly in the corner taking a few quick pictures.

Dear Diary,

I sort of wish I was closer with the Italy brothers, I want to tell them stories of their grandfather. I don't really know if its a good idea or nor, it might bring up bad memories. If Romano is anything like his grandfather, there will be tears. For now I'll keep my stories of Rome to myself, it's probably for the best.

China.

"I wouldn't fucking cry bastard!" Lovino denied. "Maybe Feliciano but I wouldn't fucking do that!"

"Ve~ can you tell us about Grandpa Rome later?" Feliciano begged.

"Maybe later aru, I have plenty of stories to tell about him," China agreed. "I am sure it will keep you interested."

Dear Diary,
I wonder sometimes just how it is that Alfred and Matthew have become so successful at winter sports. They certainly didn't get it from me - or from the Frog, for the matther! No one else in the family is as good as those two. Of course, it can simply be the climate but ... I wonder. I know some nations think that the boys simply did not appear when Francis and I found them, but that they were actually fathered by the Nordics centuries before we got to the New World. Can it be?
England.

"Well actually archeologists and historians have figured out that there was a settlement on our lands about 500 years before Christopher Columbus-" Alfred started.

"-and it as discovered to be a Nordic settlement named Vinland." Matthew finished.

"Did you tell them?" France asked curiously.

"No, we didn't think it was necessary," Matthew admitted. "And besides how would you even start that conversation?"

"Like hey remember that colony you built a couple hundred years ago? Well we popped out a few years later although by that time your colony was kinda dying and you'd abandoned it so you have no clue existed.

"Wait how old are you two are?" China asked.

"Well I'm 150," Canada began. "And Alfred is-"

"No your time since the Nordics landed." China interrupted.

The twins shared a look before saying in union. "1025 years give or take."

"Freaky." Romano mumbled hearing them say that in union

"But that time doesn't count since we weren't independent," Canada shrugged. "And we didn't age or grow then, stuck in the bodies and minds of toddlers."

"You should tell them. Ve~ family is important," Italy said. "I think they'd like to know."

Alfred and Matthew shared a glance mentally communicating with their eyes.

"Maybe later after this diary thing is all sorted out." Alfred said finally.

"Dear Diary, sometimes I really envy Mattie. His ability to just disappear. Sure it must suck for him to not always be noticed, but he has the ability to be. Granted most of the time he's actually noticed it's during a hockey game but he can do it. Me? I can't ever get people to forget me, and I am blamed for everything, hated for the things I try to do right because of it. Sometimes I get tired, and sometimes? Sometimes I just don't want people to know I'm there."

Everyone looked to Alfred with wide eyes. Alfred sunk down in his seat uncomfortable with all the stares and attention he was currently receiving. Matthew looked at his younger brother sadly. While he knew his brother didn't like all the attention he got, and he knew that his Alfred was more of an introvert and he was blamed for a lot of things he never thought it would be that bad. The Canadian never knew that his American twin wanted to disappear. Matthew hugged his brother and Alfred was more than happy to hide his face in Matthew's neck. Some nations looked guilty because they knew they were ones who blamed Alfred for things. Alfred just let his brother hug him. He never wanted anyone to know that sometimes he just wanted to be invisible, to disappear.

 Do you know what it's like to be invisible? To be ignored? And when you are noticed they even mistake you for someone else. That is my life. I live in my brother's shadow. Everyone talks about how great his country is. How rich it is, how free it is, how it's so much better then that other country they can't even remember the name of. I sometimes wonder... if I died today... would anyone notice? Or would they go on with their lives completely oblivious? All i want is to know that I mean something. All I want is to be acknowledged that I'm here and someone cares. All I want, is to be noticed. Canada

Tears welled in Alfred's eyes as he hastily tried to wipe them away not wanting to seem weak. He didn't mean to over shadow his brother, really he didn't, if anything he wanted Matthew to get more (positive) attention. Alfred pulled away from Matthew and made his way out of the room and let his tears fall hidden in his long sleeves. He was a horrible brother to him. He didn't deserve a brother like Matthew.

Francis had tears in his eyes, to think that his former colony would think like that was heartbreaking. Francis stood up and walked over to Matthew and enveloped him in a hug. Matthew buried his face and Francis's shirt and hugged back. Arthur looked on sadly with the other nations. Matthew looked up to see that his brother was not by him anymore.

"Alfie?" Matthew whispered looking around for his twin.

Canada saw that the door was wide open and followed his brother outside. Alfred was sitting on the floor in the hallway trying to restrain his tears and wiping away the few that managed to fall. Matthew walked towards him and sat down by his brothers side he said.

"Alfie, whats wrong?" Matthew questioned as he touched Alfred's shoulder.

Alfred flinched away and whimpered.

"Al talk to me please." Matthew begged.

"I'm sorry." Alfred replied softly. "I'm so sorry.

"For what?" Matthew asked a bit confused.

"For being such a horrible brother. I always shadow over you, I don't try to really I don't. I'm sorry." Alfred continued to repeat sorry over and over.

Matthew pulled his brother into a hug and tried to calm him down.

"Shhh, It's okay Alfie. I'm fine. It's okay." Matt soothes as he rubbed Alfred's back.

"But its not okay! I don't deserve a brother like you. You're always so loving, nice and caring. How do you not hate m, everyone else does!? You really should hate me, I completely deserve it. I'm a horrible brother. Why do you even put up with me?" Alfred asks quietly.

"I don't hate you and I never will. Please don't talk like that Alfie. I put up with you because your my twin and I love you. And I will always be you twin and I will always be there for you." Matt says.

Alfred cried happily, choosing to put his faith in his brother and trust him completely. Matthew hugged him tightly trying to comfort him. France poked his head out of the room and went over to and knelt in front of his twins. He wiped away the tears and felt his heart break even more at seeing the tear stains and the look of tentative hope in both the twins' eyes.

"Are you alright now Alfred?" France asked. "And you Matthew? Ready to go back to the room?"

Alfred nodded quietly and stood up still holding Matthew's sleeve needing the comfort it brought to him. Matthew stood up as well and together the trio returned to the room.

"Would you like me to read lad?" England asked.

Alfred nodded and passed the book to Arthur.

China doesn't understand why people are scared of Russia and it makes him sad when they treat him like a monster. He wasn't always kind and yes he did harm many people BUT WHICH NATION DIDN'T?!

A stunned silence descended upon the nations as they realized that China was right and that Russia wasn't a monster. Yes, he may be intimidating or scary but if they went by his history most nations could be deemed nations. Many may have changed their ways but at heart a 'monster' lay within all of them.

"You are right China," France admitted. "We have been every unfair and unjust to Russia.

The other nations chimed in their agreements making Russia's somewhat twisted heart swell with a bit of love. His behavior wasn't his fault, it was just how he was raised.

"I think it would best if we go back our things and get ready to leave." Germany said after a brief pause.

"Ve~ okie dokie Germany." Italy agreed.

All the nations slolwy exited the room eventually leaving Alfred and Matthew alone.

"Is it okay to get a jet? Should I hire a bus instead? Maybe a train?" Alfred fretted as he started biting his nails.

"Its okay Alfred, breathe. I'm sure the other nations wouldn't mind taking a plane, stop worrying." Matthew reassured. It's going to be fine."

•°•°•Timeskip to the house°•°•°

"Wow is that your house America?" Italy asked wide eyed. "Ve~ its very pretty."

America put the key into the door nervously hoping that his house was acceptable enough for the other nations.

"Damn it," Alfred mumbled as the keys fell from his slightly shaky hands. "I'm sorry."

The door opened on its own and revealed a little white alien behind who was glaring at the nations beside Alfred and Matthew.

"Fucking bitch," Tony greeted. "Bitch fucking fucking."

"Yeah they'll be staying for a while buddy," Alfred nodded as he scooped up Tony in a nervous hug. "You don't mind do you?"

"Okay can someone explain what the fuck is that?" Romano snapped.

"Oh this is Tony, by bestest alien friend ever." Alfred smiled as he walked in and put Tony down.

"Wait aliens are real? I thought that was just television and movies." Spain asked surprised.

"Tony is 100% real," Alfred said as he gestured for the other nation's to enter.

"Woah," A nation mumbled surprised. "This is beautiful."

The first thing one would notice upon entering America's house was the gorgeous ornate chandelier that hung from the ceiling. At first glance it looks to be a bright white, but if you look closer the chandelier shows its true colors, and appears to be the color that best reflects the moods of the residents. Today, it was a soft pink. It looked to be in the shape of a wreath pressed up against the roof, but decorated with frail glass figures of flowers that represented each country. The largest flowers were the lily, maple leaf, plum blossom, iris, knapweed, chrysanthemum, chamomile, tudor rose, and a simple rose. These flowers stood out among the variety of blossoms. At the top of each light, was an animal. There were 9 lights dangling. Each was the national animal of the G8 (plus China). A beaver, a rooster, a carp, a lion, an eagle, a panda, a bear, a wolf, and a bison. The entire chandelier had been designed and built by the North American twins.

The next thing you see are the winding hallways, that would take anyone a few days to figure out where each led to. The hallways were covered with soft red carpeting and were lined with a silky gold fabric. All of the walls contained paintings that varied in size. Many of the paintings were recreations of famous paintings, or original ones by the owner of the house and others.

"So um I don't have enough rooms for everyone to room separately," Alfred admitted twisting his hands nervously. "So you guys will be bunking together and one can room alone."

"Ve~ big brother can we room together?" Feliciano asked a visibly surprised Lovino.

Romano nodded wordlessly and moved to stand closer to is new temporary roommate. The roomates were decided one by one.

1. Felciano and Lovino
2. Antonio and Ludwig
3. Yao and Kiku
4. Francis and Arthur
5. Matthew and Alfred
6. Ivan

"Okie dokie now that's all settled I'll lead you guys to the bedrooms," Alfred said happily. "Sorry if they're a bit dusty, I didn't expect any company. I should probably give you a tour right?"

"It would be appreciated." Arthur agreed.

"Well the kitchen is this way," Alfred directed as he walked in the direction of the kitchen.

The other nations followed him admiring his home.

"Ve~ is this your main house America?" Italy asked as he came out of the kitchen with a surprised look on is face.

"Yeah, I spend most of my time here," Alfred responded as he pulled out an old comic book. "Came from here just before the meeting actually."

"Then where's all your food?" Italy asked concerned. "There isn't even anything canned."

"Oh I'm I wasn't sure how long the meeting would last so I didn't bother restocking. I'm sorry I'll go out and do some shopping right now." Alfred apologized twisting his hands nervously.

"It's dark and it's raining very hard America San," Japan pointed out. "Perhaps that would be better reserved for the morning."

France wandered into the kitchen curiously and ran a long finger along the stove top.

"Why is it so dusty? Its not like the meeting has been going on for a month," France thought as he started poking around the kitchen. "Maybe the fridge will have more in it."

Francis opened the black fridge door and was greeted by the sight of a few vegetables pushed back in the corner, a few protein shakes and some weight loss smoothies. There was no meats or snacks or anything else besides that within the entire kitchen.

"How odd," Francis thought as he continued poking around. "There is nothing here to eat besides that, even if he's a vegetarian one cannot survive on a few sticks of carrots, one head of letuce and two or three tomatoes. Maybe he is right and I'm just over exaggerating and looking too deep into it."

•°•°•Another Time Skip°•°•°

"I'm going to shower Mattie," Alfred announced as he grabbed his bathtowel and night clothes. "Make yourself at home bro."

Matthew nodded still sipping on a cup of Maple tea as he flipped through the television channels ignoring the loud advertisements for the most part.

"BUY! BUY! BUY!"

"An all new episode of-"

"There is always another-"

"From the director of the-"

"Please take a moment out of your day to stop and listen to something that might just save someone's life," An African American woman on tv pleaded. "...anorexia ...recognise the signs ...deadly."

Matthew looked up at the advertisement and watched the woman name a help hotlineas well as other useful information. As if by date Alfred walked out of the bathroom that exact moment looking every bit like the typical anorexia victim the woman had just described. His superman themed pjamas hanged off him limply, his hair looked thinner than it used to be and he looked absolutely exhausted. Alfred just looked so small and frail standing in the doorway of the bathroom for once without his infamous jacket on.

The coffee mug slipped from Canada's hand as he gaped at Alfred shocked. The younger immediately looked over to his older brother worried and glanced briefly at the television.

"Anorexia is a disease." The woman continued.

"Oh my god Alfred." Matthew whispered as he stood up.

"What?" Alfred asked confused. "Is there something in my face?"

Matthew walked over to his brother slowly as not to frighten him away and pulled him into a loving embrace.

"Alfred I'm so sorry I never realized," Matthew apologized crying softly. "I'm so sorry."

"Sorry for what?" Alfred asked confused. "You haven't done anything wrong."

Matthew gestured to the paid television program which was describing the signs and side effects of anorexia.

"I- I'm not anorexic Matthew," Alfred denied. "If anything I'm a fat, overweight pig."

Matthew directed Alfred over to the bed trying to stay strong for Alfred.

"You aren't overweight, if anything I think you're underweight," Matthew rebutted. "You need help Alfred. Will you let me help you?"

"I don't need any help gaining weight," Alfred replied bitterly. "That's one of the few things I'm good at, gaining weight and being a stupid idiot."

"Both those things are very untrue," Matthew said stubbornly. "You're very intelligent and very slim if anything. I swear to God I'm going to help you get better. 

Alfred stared at Matthew blankly for a moment and removed himself from Matthew's grip and to his side of the bed.

"I'm going to sleep." Alfred announced as he turned his back to Matthew.

Matthew gazed at him sadly, turned off the lights and television and crawled into bed next to his brother. Alfred curled into his brother seeking some semblance of warmth not a few minutes later. Matthew pulled the covers more into his younger brother doing his best to keep him warm and to get him to stop trembling.

Author's Note

Hey guys, I know I haven't updated in a while but at least this update is pretty long right? Any questions? Feel free to ask me if you don't understand something or see a typo. Also this is unedited so I'm sure you noticed a few typos. Well anywho guys, bye!