Random One Shots

Canada, ??? Diary Entries

There are Mentions of RussiaxCanada as well as references to my Trans!Russia two part thing.

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March 15,

Isn't 15 such a nice number? It's rounded and is easily divisible by 3 and 5. 3 is an annoying number, but 5 is nice. Anyways I've been hanging out by this shack and Im almost done with this Diary. It has felt, strangely familiar. I'm finding it harder to remember the past too. The big cities, my friends. Did I even have any?

This one has a friend called Maple who is really helpful. The struggle in these pages also is familiar. Something about needles, whatever those are.

This person is paranoid they're gonna be found by some government. It's strange I relate to this so much...

Update: Quote for Today, "When Everything is wrong and I want to scream, Maple holds me gently, brushing my short hair gently with her fingers, and I want to purr like a cat." I wish I had someone like that in my life.

April 4,

Rain is nice. The sound of it on the roof is relaxing. Just don't get caught out in it.
I fineshed the diary awhile ago. I'm guessing the person was caught and taken away. I had a bad dream the same thing happened to me. People gripped into my arm and dragged me out while I screamed and fought against them. I woke up with tears in my eyes. I hope whoever wrote the diary turned out okay.

August 34,

The Sun was scorching today. I don't know why I'm even writing this anymore. Feels like routine even though I can't remember the last time I wrote here. I barely remember dates. My memory had faded a lot. I hope there's someone out there for me...

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I can't remember my name anymore. It would've been nice if I'd written it down. Then again, I'm forgetting lots of things now. Other than eating and hunting, i barely have time to rest, or think. My colours are getting paler. Maybe I'm fading away, like that 'Country' thing I mentioned in my first writing.

January 7th,

Today I found a diary in the snow. Ashes were around it but I can't know for sure who it was. That person's diary they found, I know who it was. I hope my love wasn't the one writing this.

My colours are fading too. I guess everyone is turned to dust eventually. I hope someone finds this Diary useful if I'm gone before finding someone else.

-Canada Ottowa

January 12,

I found a group of Humans today. They don't trust me very much, but I'm warm and feel safe for the first time in a long time. My colours are a little brighter than before, though not much.

-Canada Ottowa

January 19,

My phone finally died today. I guess this is the last day I'll know the date. January 19, 2034. It's not like I've been able to find electricity in a long time. The people are nice. My colours started to fade, but they're being replaced with Natural tones, I'm not fading, but evolving. Like I always do. I'm sure I'll survive this.

-Canada Ottowa

Forward: It has been years since I last saw this Diary. To date many of us were lost during those dark, 26 years, but why don't we celebrate surviving? We can teach future Generations to flourish even better then we ever did. While these Entries are short, and I never learned who the original owner of the diary was, we can't always know everything. No one can know everything. And that's alright. But knowing just s little more is always nice, so here is all I wrote down from those terrible hungry days.

-Canda Otwa (1786-April 2, 2067)

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So yes, Canada learned from the person before him to sign his name at the bottom of his entries.

Yes, Russia was the first Author of the book

The Diary was Russia's but he couldn't remember because his memory was going, if only he had found it a few months earlier...