Through Nation's Eyes (Under Repairs)

Pineapples

"Ve~ Well... I found this journal in the first place, so I guess I'll start." Veneziano says.

Germany nods before pushing the book over to where Veneziano is sitting. The Italian picks up the book and looks at the first entry.

"Okay. This first one is... China's."

Dear Diary
I hope Young-Soo Gangnam Styles off a cliff.

All of the nations burst into laughter. Definitely not the first thing they were expecting to hear, but they weren't complaining.

"What? Why?" South Korea shouts.

"I wrote this around 2012 or early 2013." China explains. "You would do the dance of that damn song around my house, like, five times a day!"

"I do not!" South Korea shouts.

"Not anymore..." Macau specifies, awkwardly.

South Korea huffs. "Alright, fine. I do that about once every other year now just to mess with China. But that's better than what I did do!"

"Fair enough." China says.

North Korea snorts in amusement at her twin's antics.

The rest of the nations finally stop laughing as Veneziano looks at the next listed entry.

"Ve~ This is Japan's." Said nation flinches at hearing his name read off. He clearly was not fully prepared for something of his to be read off already.

Dear Diary
I'm not "kawaii", I'm manly as fuck!

The nations laugh again as Japan slumps down in his chair, face bright red in embarrassment.

"I never expected anyone to read these, so I didn't feel the need to filter myself." Japan mutters in an attempt to defend himself.

"Kiku, no one's judging you. It's fine." America smiles, rubbing his friend's back.

Despite that fact that he was clearly embarrassed, he still seemed quite relieved.

"I'm so glad it wasn't one of the darker entries I've written down. I knew I should've joined Kuro in burning these. I wouldn't be in the situation if I had." Japan curses.

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Jōmon laughs softly at the entry and his son's reaction to it. He felt bad that his son was embarrassed, but he couldn't deny it was amusing.

"I won't deny him of that, but he's still adorable." Jōmon smiles. Several of the other Ancients chuckle in agreement.

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Once the laughter filling the room had finally died down again, Veneziano looked at the next entry. He begins snickering as the other nations look at him like a bunch of confused puppies, much to his amusement.
"This belongs to America."

Dear Diary
My country got Hawai'i with the help of a fruit company. A. Fruit. Company. Dole helped my government to get Hawai'i, because, pineapples. I really need to go and rethink my life now. (And also make sure Kalani isn't personally pissed at me.)

"Your country got Hawai'i through a fruit company?" England questions.

"Dude, even I don't understand." America says.

"Also, why are you surprised? Your country got mine through the British East India Company." India says. England seems to remember that and shrugs.

"Also; I'd like to add the fact that, despite the stereotypes, pineapples aren't actually native to Hawai'i. Dole just wanted it because the climate was good for growing pineapples, not because they were from there." America explains.