History has always been subject to interpretation, and often times, what actually happened, the meaning, gets lost in the debate. Drowned in the millions of tiny little details, that while significant, only serves to hide the bigger picture.

I am a scribe. My job is to prevent history, the true history, from fading. My job is to observe my surroundings and jot them down in my notes. My job is to stalk one Alfred F. Jones.

I am a scribe.

This all began perhaps when Franklin Delano Roosevelt, or maybe Winston Churchill, or maybe Joseph Stalin, hell, it could've been Adolf Hitler, but somebody, somebody important, decided that there needs to be some sort of archive. Somebody needed to chronicle the times. But it wouldn't be just an ordinary record. It needed to get the current events perfectly and who else could provide a more accurate view of the world at large than the nations themselves.

Of course, it all began as a diary keeping project for the nations. But no, the nations were simply too involved in the affairs to truly get a clear picture. So they hired scribes. Someone who could step out and look at what was happening from a third-person point of view. Someone who could see the bigger picture, pick up what the nations might not have seen on their own.

And so here I am. About 70 years later, hired as a scribe.

Somewhere along the way, the leaders allowed the nations to hand-pick the scribes themselves. That way as to totally avoid some really awkward moments. Cause I mean, if you have to pick a stalker, it might as well be someone you like.

I still have no idea how I got picked of all people. And I'm not about to ramble on telling you how I got the job. First, it would be boring. Second, I would be slacking off my job because, well, this isn't about me now is it? All you need to know is that, one day I met a blond dude, called himself Alfred and through a series of events, I learned of his true nature as America. And it had just so happened that his previous scribe had retired, and you can take it from there.

It's a pretty fair job. I mean, it pays well enough. We get days off too. We're not hand-cuffed to our nations. We can have completely seperate lives because for the most part scribes are only there during world conferences or during really big events like let's say the Olympics.

That's a one of the many perks of the job. I got to follow America to Vancouver, meet up with his brother and all the other nations. Enjoy the Olympic games while babysitting my country.

Alfred was practically oozing joy with all the medals he got. He even stood up against the Scandinavians in Nordic skiing. Norway wasn't too happy about it, and neither was Sweden, or Denmark. And it didn't help that America rubbed it in their faces. He just got so excited that he had to ramble on and on.

Poor guy still wonders where that giant snowball came from and how it flattened him like one of Canada's pancakes. Cause the thing had hit him dead on, not just a graze, but literally bulldozed him over. That had like a billion to one ration in actually happening. Technically impossible.

I'm guessing Norway had something to do with it because he walked away from America smiling.

There were some down points, like when Canada won the hockey match. The scribes were having a bet. Out of principle I betted on America, while the Canada scribe betted on Canada. I lost my paycheck but I got to watch as England forcefully dragged America to the celebration party. I have never seen Canada so angry, frustrated, shocked, excited, happy, or loud. Canada, from what I've seen, is a fairly quiet person so this whole new side of him was a surprise.

France and England sure had an eye opener, with the way they were staring at Canada, all wary like, as the kid pounded at the plastic panels bordering the rink. In their defense, he was getting pretty frightening. But of course not as scary as Russia bearing down on America, chanting kolkolkol after Evan Lysacek won. America, being America, didn't back down and it would've erupted into a fistfight if Japan hadn't interfered.

Although nobody stopped Canada and America during the closing party. Once America was finally forced into the little celebration, he and Canada got into a shouting match. They took it outside and just let a rip. The nations figured they should let the boys get it out of their system so nobody stopped them.

Overall though, it was pretty fun. I mean, the nations throw the best parties in the world. They've lived centuries, they know how to get down and shake it. I may or may not have sneaked off to do a little sight-seeing (if you know what I mean). But I do feel sorry for the Canada scribe. Poor girl was absolutely frazzled with all the problems Canada had to deal with. Not that she did anything, but apparently just watching Canada do all that work was tiring enough.

See, that's what we are. We observe. We watch. We record. We try our hardest to interfere as little as possible. We're scribes. We're just here to take notes.

Some of the friendlier nations befriend their scribes. North Italy is a friendly nation by nature and befriending his scribe is an absolute must. And then there are some nations that keep their scribes at an arms length, like Germany. They just set up appointments and the scribe comes by, takes notes, and leaves. The nation and the scribe live in totally different spheres. My nation, America, leans more towards Italy-like relations. He's like a puppy like that, always craving attention. But if he calls me in the middle of the night screaming about Tony or scary movies one more time...

I guess you could say we're friends but that's a stretch. I'm just doing my job. We're like co-workers but at the same time not. Because all this observing leads us to learning about the nation, probably more than the nations knows about himself. But hey, that comes with the job description. We're here to be the second pair of eyes to pick out all the things the nations can't see.

And you know, with all the time spent together, scribes often eventually befriend their nations. Attachment is created, and when disaster strikes, whether a scribe is called to work or not, the scribe will be there at the nation's side. Which is sweet. except for the amount of paperwork the scribe has to finish to report what the nation's status is. Because attachment or not, the job still stands.

We are scribes. We are here to record the events around us and make careful observations on our country.

But then there are some scribes that go above and beyond the call of duty. There's been one scribe that's been making a name for himself. And since he hasn't been fired from his job yet, I guess the nations are okay with what he's doing. You might recognize him. You might not. But online, where he publishes his work, he's gotten popular. You see, he takes what he learns as Japan's scribe and turns it into little comics. People apparently love it and he's become an internet sensation. But he's still a scribe though no matter how many fans his comic gets.

I've met him a few times. He's always beside Japan. Scrawny dude, looks like Estonia.

I am, of course, talking about the one and only Hidekaz Himaruya.

A/N: To continue or not to continue? Review, otherwise, this will be a oneshot.