Dear Diary,
I am currently trapped underneath the trunk. I was trying to pull it down my porch stairs when I slipped on a maple leaf and fell to the ground, taking the trunk with me.
I had a bag slung over my shoulder with you in it and a pen but right now I wish I could trade you in for a cellphone. Not that I don't love you, Diary, I do but you're no help right now.
🍁(later)...
My legs and back hurt from being crushed by that stupid hunk of wood and metal. I'm actually surprised I'm not still laying there awaiting my death.
As I was struggling to get up I heard someone call my name questionably. Before I knew it two red eyes were peering down at me.
"Kesesese how'd you manage that, Canada?" Prussia snickered.
"Uh, I slipped" I replied when his laughter stopped. I expected him to taunt me and make fun but he just told me to hold on and he'd have me up in no time.
He walked around to the side of the overturned trunk and I felt the pressure lift off of me. He picked it up like it was nothing and asked where I wanted it.
"Um, the back of my van please." I told him and he carried it over and loaded it up. He turned around and looked at me before smiling widely and shouting.
"Need anymore help from the awesome me!?" In which I replied with a no thank you and got in my minivan.
Now I'm sitting on my couch, watching Flashpoint and eating pancakes with excessive amounts of maple syrup.
((I'm pretty sure this is a maple leaf 🍁 if not, it is now. And I totally forgot about Easter... Oh well, it's not really helpful to the development of the story.
I really hope you enjoy it so far and any critiques would be extremely helpful. Thanks!))
