Hi

I wrote this story when I was in middle school and now that I have grown up a bit I just feel like this story isn't a good fit. It isn't something I would want to read or even write. Instead, I am re-writing it, hopefully, to be better, in a book called "Centuries of Secrets". The plot is slightly different and the characters are slightly different because I am also a slightly different writer than back then.

I'm not ashamed of this story and I think it might be fun to read. Just remember that it cuts off in the middle so don't enjoy it too much.

Some of the countries found a book during a meeting. Little did they know that it would cause so much pain, and we aren't talking about paper cuts, but something much worse.

"It has been a very exhausting meeting. Everyone has been quieter than usual, and there hasn't been one fight, which is unheard of. Even when you look over to America you can sense that he has pretty much given up on this meeting too.

"Alright then," Germany said, surprising many personifications by how quiet his voice was. "Meeting over. Unless anyone has anything else to add."

Italy's hand shot up, and Germany added, "That isn't about pasta."

Surprisingly Italy's hand was still in the air.

Germany sighed, and said, "Yes Italy?"

Italy jumped up from his chair and pulled out a giant book that looked almost as old as China."

I only own the story.