Through Nation's Eyes (Under Repairs)

Italia?

Everyone had their moments with their family and friends.

They had gone to rest for the night. In the morning, they went back to the Journal Room. (That's just what they decided on calling it.)

"So, who wants to read?" China asked.

"I guess I can." a quiet and unexpected voice said. The room looked at, a now flustered, North Korea.

China nodded as Hyun-Jae walked over to the journal.

"Ok, this first one is about, America."

There's a how-to guide about America that's kept in the Oval Office to help incoming presidents.

It mostly has things like, "If he answers with 'Just nation business,' he's goofing off" and "On page 85, you'll find a map of the secret passageways with red X's marking Alfred's favorite hiding places."

Sometimes, presidents will add something random like, "He enjoys being scratched behind the cowlick" and "If he ever gets angry, touch a Bible or Crucifix to his forehead" just to screw with incoming presidents.

All of the nations looked at America.

"So, how thick is that book?" Ireland asks.

America just chuckles nervously.

"Don't even get us started, I can give you a good, long list of things his presidents have had to add because of things he's done." Navajo laughs.

America just nervously chuckles again.

"Wait, Navajo, why do you know about it?" Germany asks.

"Every year, since 2000, I head up to the Whitehouse with the rest of the remaining Navajo Code Talkers from World War Two. I've caught a glimpse of it a few times and some of the presidents and their families have told me about it." Navajo explains.

"Good grief America." Cuba mutters, amused.

"Ok, this next one belongs to, Romano."

"Fuck."

Dear Diary
Today, a nation that I've never seen before, came up and addressed me as Italy.

I'll never tell anyone, but that honestly made me really happy. I hope next time we meet, she does it again.

Cue the "awws" and coos from most of the other nations. And a very flustered Romano.

"Come on, I'm only one third of Italy, there's still Romano and Centro! I'm not the only Italy!" Veneziano cried.

"Well, Roma- no, Italy. Isn't that what you want to be called?" Spain smiled.

Romano flushed a bright red. The rest of the countries agreed with Spain.

"You're definitely not getting out of this one fratello." Seborga snickered.

"Alright, this is about China."

China has an extremely pain threshold.

You don't live for 4000 years, see the bottom as many times as he has, get in as many fights as he has, and go through as much rigorous training as he has, and not be able to take a hit or two.

All the countries eyes widened.

"Hey, Hyung, can I hit you?!" South Korea asked, getting weird looks from his sister and basically everyone else in the room.

"Uh... You know what, sure, go ahead." China said. No one was expecting that response.

South Korea was a bit surprised by the response from China, but kicked him in the stomach anyways.

Everyone awed in amazement as China didn't even flinch.

"Whoa, that's cool." Hong Kong states.

After that happened, North Korea moved onto the last entry before they eat.

"Alright, this Ita- um, North Italy's."

To the me who lives at some point in time and who isn't alone,

Once again, I made some mistakes, and also some progress.

Meanwhile, I finally but slowly began to learn to rely on my friends. I was constantly afraid that everyone would blame me for dragging them into this, and that they would hate me or be appalled at me or get mad at me and leave me... But then I was told that I had the wrong idea.

They were very mad at me. It hurt so much. Not that they hit me, but it really hurt. I finally figured it out, but I can't pass this memory on to my next self.

Unfortunately I'll lose my life yet again. That's why I'm writing a letter. Say thanks to England. And tell them the truth. I'm sure they'll get mad, but it's not that they hate you or think you're a pain.

Why didn't you rely on your friends sooner? What are friends for? That's what they told me, and that's what they're going to tell you too. I'm sure I'll cry.

And then...and then... Look around yourself...

Italy Veneziano

No one said anything. No one could say anything, except-

What the fuck happened to the happy Italian?!

"Feliciano?" Romano asked.

"Not now fratellone."
His siblings looked at him concerned.

"Italia?" Germany asks.

"Can we just get lunch, I don't want to talk about it right now." Veneziano says.

Everyone seemed hesitant, but conceded anyways and headed off to the dining room.

"If only you all could remember." Veneziano thought.

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Rome and Byzantium were worried.

They knew exactly what the happy Italian had gone through.

And they knew exactly why he wasn't so happy anymore.

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End of this chapter. Hope you enjoyed.

Anyways, have a good day/night, stay safe, etc.