A/N: Entries in bold do not belong to me.
Virginia's POV:

I tried to keep my face expressionless as I observed the other thirteen. All of them still held expressions of shock. No one wanted to read. I guess I couldn't blame them I knew Alfred had a lot of unpleasant secrets, and none of us wanted to find them out. But, if we wanted to help Alfred, we had to.

"Fine. I'll read," I said, taking the journal from Daniel. All of the others turned to me and I felt an unexplained sense of pride. I finally felt like I was the oldest sibling. Clearing my throat, I opened the notebook and began to read. "Okay, this looks like from when he was discovered... "

"Dear Diary,
Today, a nice man landed on my shores. He told me his name was Christopher Columbus. There was another man who smiled a lot. He said he was a person like me, he represented a country. Spain, to be exact. I like him a lot. Mama told me I shouldn't trust men like him, but when Papa Scandinavia found me he didn't seem mean. In fact, he and mama said they loved each other. So I think that maybe Spain and I can be friends someday!
-Alfred," I muttered. A small smile graced my lips. He'd been such an optimistic kid. I passed the diary to Thomas. He licked his lips nervously, flipped through a few pages, and then read.

"Dear Diary,
Dad said I would be getting some brothers and sisters soon. He called them the thirteen colonies. Virginia, who he's named Samuel, has already shown up. He's really shy and quiet, and he can be mean sometimes. He doesn't seem to like me much. I'm not a bad older brother already, am I?
-Alfred." After he finished, Thomas shot me a glare and handed the journal to Jack. I swallowed, feeling slightly guilty. I remembered how awful I'd been to Alfred the first couple years of our brotherhood. But then Megan showed up and sorted us out. Jack huffed and read.

"Dear Diary,
Someone yelled at me for being too loud and obnoxious today. Like always, Mattie was there to comfort me. That only made me cry more because I'm only loud so I don't wind up like him. Forgotten. I mean, I love my little brother, really I do, but I don't know what I'd do if people started ignoring me. Does that make me a bad person...?
-Alfred," Jack said. His fingers dug into the leather notebook when Canada was mentioned and he shoved the book at Michael. "He always was a bit too selfless..." he said softly. Michael hesitantly put a comforting hand on his shoulder shoulder before he read.

"Dear Diary,
I'm worried about Rhode Island. I know he isn't that old, but he's so small for his age! Connecticut was founded in the same year he was, so they should be the same age! But Connecticut is 10, and Rhode Island is only 4! Dad says I'm too young to be worrying about things like this and that he'd take care of him, but I can't help it! Rhode is my little brother, and he needs help. I just don't know how to help! What can I do, Diary?!
-Alfred." Michael blinked and gave Patrick an odd glance. Patrick looked as if he were about to start crying and hugged his knees to his chest. "I didn't think he cared," he said quietly.

"Of course he cared, Patrick. Your size scared us pretty bad too. We all thought you wouldn't make it," Nick said, surprising us all as he turned off his phone and put it away, looking at Patrick with sincerity. Patrick blinked before smiling weakly at him. I sighed softly and looked away. With a shaking hand, Patrick gently took the book out of Michael's hands to read next.

"Dear Diary,
Dad was fighting France again today. He said he would come back with someone when he won. I know who it is. My brother Canada is living with France, and he is who dad and France are fighting over. I know this will make me a bad son, but I'm hoping that France will win. Canada loves him so much, and he'll be so unhappy if he lives with me and England...
-Alfred," Patrick said. He gaped, his eyes wide. "I never knew he thought that! I thought he hated France!" I butted in.

"He did hate France, but he didn't hate Matthew. He wanted him to be happy," I said. Patrick nodded slightly and handed the diary to Megan. She flipped through a few pages and her eyes widened. "It's about me!" she exclaimed. If any of us hadn't been paying attention, we were now. Megan swallowed hard before beginning to read.

"Dear Diary,
There was a riot in Boston today. A large crowd gathered around Private White, a British Officer who had been defending one of his comrades from the insults of one of my citizens. It horrified me to see my people being so beastly towards someone who hadn't really done anything wrong. The mob grew worse and I searched wildly for Massachusetts. Sure enough, she was there in the crowd, jeering at the officer along with everyone else. The next few moments were a blur as the officers, out of fear, fired into the crowd. Two were killed instantly. Massachusetts' face was twisted, as if she felt their pain. All I could do was watch as more people were injured and killed. This incident will later be known as the "Boston Massacre".
-Alfred." Megan looked guilty as she handed off the diary to Nick. "Wait a minute. You said the soldiers fired first! You never said anything about the people attacking an officer!" Alona butted in, her eyes blazing. "Oh boy," Ryan muttered.