A/N: This idea came to me ever so suddenly whilst browsing for Ameripan pictures like a boss. So I'm sorry for the unoriginality here.

This now means I am handling two full length stories now :/ HOW WILL I HANDRE THIS?

Basically, this is AU (and Gakuen Hetalia based), and involves one of my most favourite pairings ever, Ameripan. Human names are used, because they're basically not proper countries anymore. D:


Prologue...Sort of

Alfred chewed on the end of his pen, looking down at the newly bought journal in front of him.

He lay on his bed, legs up in the air, kicking them back and forth.

The journal lay new, never before used, plain and ready to be written in. Alfred's friend, Arthur, had given it to him some time ago so that Alfred could write down all his innermost thoughts.

Alfred had always wondered why. Did Arthur want to stalk him? Perve on him? That certainly seemed like the case.

Of course, Alfred totally disregarded the much more likely possibility of Arthur being worried for Alfred and wanting to know when something was wrong with him. Pshh, as if a hero as amazing as Alfred could think about the reality rather than his weird fantasies.

Fantasies.

Alfred had been having a lot of them recently.

Secretly, he was just another awkward teen going to an expensive academy full of students from all over the world. How he got in...he didn't even know.

He wasn't exactly the sharpest tool in the shed.

Or the brightest bulb in the box.

But he was a hero, he was sexy, hot, amazing, awesome and obviously that's all that mattered to him.

Alfred grunted out of frustration, his chewing on the pen getting more and more intense. When he realised how incredibly sexual he must have looked, he pulled the pen out of his mouth and threw it onto the duvet next to him. His face was bright red and sweat drops were beginning to form.

Why was he so embarrassed about catching himself doing something so sexual? Homosexual to be exact?

Alfred had a secret. Everyone has secrets.

His secret was something only he knew. He had known it for years and been wanting to tell somebody about it, but he just didn't know who. Not even Arthur was good enough to know. Alfred knew Arthur well enough to be able to trust him, but he wasn't sure if Arthur was able to handle the large secret Alfred was hiding.

"Dammit," Alfred muttered under his breath, fully aware of the fact nobody was around to hear him. Perhaps that was a good thing given his current, awkward situation?

Suddenly, the door opened to reveal Arthur standing there, leaning on the frame, his arms folded across his chest.

Alfred looked up and smiled; Arthur smiled back, raising his big, bushy eyebrows.

"Alfred," Arthur greeted in his sexy British accent, "How's the diary coming along?"

Alfred sighed. "Not good. I haven't written anything yet!" He then pouted out of realisation of what Arthur had just said. "Hey, it's a journal, not a diary. A diary just sounds so girly."

Arthur laughed for a few mini seconds.

"Hey, if it helps, I can assist you with starting it off," Arthur offered. Alfred looked away as his blush grew stronger. Once he felt like it had faded and he looked semi-decent, he turned back, his hand resting against his forehead.

"N-No, thanks," Alfred politely (or at least somewhat politely) replied.

Arthur stopped leaning on the door frame and instead stood in the threshold, his arms now by his side.

"Well, alright then," Arthur said, a slight tone of disappointment lingering in his voice. "Don't spend all night worrying about it. It's nearing ten o' clock."

Alfred nodded.

"Yeah, I'm getting pretty tired," Alfred lied. Lied. Maybe it wasn't a horrible lie, but it certainly wasn't true. Alfred wasn't tired, nor was he going to sleep anytime soon.

And, knowing him, he probably would spend all night worrying about such a simple little thing like what to write in his diary. Sorry, journal.

Arthur nodded as his own (tsundere) way of saying 'good night' and left, shutting the door behind him.

Alfred let out a sigh of relief upon hearing the door clack before proceeding to run his fingers through his hair.

"What to write...what to write," he hummed quietly to himself, looking down at the paper.

He knew he was just going to get distracted by video games if he didn't write anything soon, so he reached for his pen, and started to write anything. He would just let the pen guide him, giving him either total bullshit or a literary piece of genius.

Maybe not a literary piece of genius, but more like something...not expected of Alfred.

Alfred could have been the author of My Immortal.*

Just kidding; Alfred wasn't that bad of a writer.

In fact, Arthur once complimented his work, saying it was pretty good. Whether he was lying or not didn't matter. Arthur actually complimented him.

Wow, he must have been on one of his 'Let's not be a tsundere today' days.

Which was rare.

Anyway, Alfred, again, never thought of the possibility Arthur was lying to make him feel better and give him self confidence in his work. Because, ya know, he's a hero and all.


Dear Dia-Journal,

Hey, I'm finally writing in you! I don't know what I'm supposed to be writing in here, or why I even have you, but all I know is that it's to help me. Help me with what?

I could do with some help in Math. What's the point in Math, anyway? It's not like I need it in real life or something. Plus, why are letters sometimes involved? WTF is that all about?

Also, I think I might give you a name.

Alfie Jr.

There we go. Done.

Honestly...what can I write about?

I could tell you what I had for lunch today.

I had pizza, which was pretty nice.

Oh and I poured some milk down Matthew's shirt today because I thought it'd be really funny.

He's my Canadian step-brother/adopted brother/half-brother/thing that happens to be related to me if you didn't know. Sometimes I either can't find him or I forget he even exists.

Which is weird, because he's inherited my sexiness.

LOL, JK.

Oh, yeah. Arthur told me that I have to write in you (lol that sounds so dirty) whenever I'm feeling 'sentimental'. Whatever that means.

I guess I could introduce myself.

My name is Alfred F. Jones.

I'm a closet homosexual.


A/N: Originally this was going to be chapter one but I thought I'd end it here. It's too short to be a chapter in my books. D:

* Ah, the infamous My Immortal fic. You're lucky if you haven't heard of it. Or read of it.

This may have been inspired by dellums' story...maybe. It wasn't actually intentional, nor was the diary idea, until a friend recommended it to me. Besides, dellums and I are homies! ...Yeah.

Feedback is highly welcome ^-^ Reviews whore right here. I'll try and update frequently, but if you know me from L:TWB then... :S