The Warfare of the Guerrillas

Alfred had been going through his attic lately, so it was time you cleaned out your basement. You hated working, but it was a hellhole down there. You got Belarus to help you. Well, 2p Belarus. She had been pretty close to you after you helped here with the shit after WW2 and the Cold War. Plus, you couldn't get 2p Lithuania down here to help you. He was a huge ass. Going through all of your stuff, you hadn't realized how much you'd been through. You were a pretty young country, too. But you tended to not dwell in the past, so instead of looking at anything, you just threw all of that kind of stuff into a pile near theback of the basement. Belarus noticed this, and went over to look at some of the stuff. You didn't mind. Most of it broke when it hit the wall before sliding down into the pile.

Belarus picked up a worn, ragged book. There were wet, rain stains, along with brown blood stains. You got back to cleaning while Belarus undid the clasp and started reading it.

"What's this? Is this your handwriting? You did participate in the Vietnam War against brother, correct?" she asked.

"Yeah, although I don't remember much. I was shot in the head halfway through by the damn guerillas, not to mention I was on drugs he whole time," you replied, trying to get her to ignore the book.

"There are gorillas in Vietnam? I didn- Oh. Never mind. Wrong gorillas," She blushed before continuing to talk. "Well, it's a whole journal full, so you must've written stuff you don't remember. Let's find out what it says,"

"Let's not. Please, I don't-"

She cut you off with a loud whistle, giving you a look almost as mean as the 1p Belarus.

"Now you be quiet and take a seat while I read this. You don't want to clean anyway,"

She sat down on a broken chair, while you took a seat on the dirty floor. You sighed.

"June 22, 1955

I got the news today. And honestly, it annoyed me. I just got back from Korea. Well, that is to say, South Korea. The country had split into two, and it still confuses me. Not too much, considering that nobody in their right minds would want to be Communist. Still, I see the potential that type of government has, but the Soviets are going about it all wrong. Alfred told me to ignore the whole concept of Communism, but honestly, power to the people seemed like a good idea. I wouldn't mind some power over Alfred for a while.

Anyway, back to what I was saying. Alfred has been doing some private stuff for Eisenhower, and neither of them will tell me what the Hell it is. I don't know why I can't be trusted with these things. Sure, i might not be some perfect super-soldier, but that doesn't mean that I'll spill the beans! Back to what I was saying, Alfred started dropping hints on what was going on. Of course, being as intelligent as I am, I picked up pretty quickly.

Apparently, we're going to be taking our naval forces down to the Oceanic area. I'm guessing around Cambodia or somewhere were that bitch France has Indochina. Well, had. There was a pretty rough rebellion from the orientals. I mean, I would've helped him, but as Alfred said, I should just ignore Communism, and all that rebellion was for just that: Communism.

Why can't that little Russian asshole just mind his own business and be happy with the land he has? I mean, I wouldn't like living in a place where icicles hung down from my nose and snow blew in every nook and cranny, but he should stop bitching about it and get used to it. I mean, he's lived there longer than I've been a country, so you'd think he wouldn't mind.

I've also been called to a meeting today with the boss and Alfred. I don't know what the Hell's going on, but it must be pretty important to let me in on it. Not that I'm saying that I'm a blabbermouth, but I represent the people more than the government, so I won't hesitate to dislike something. It's probably about getting France out of the fray with Vietnam. Boy, that wench is a feisty one. Her 2p is a lot nicer, but she's pretty weak. Then again, the "second players" do represent the people more than the government. Eh. Whatever.

Oh God, and I forgot. England brought his little boy band over here. The girls have gone wild and it's like they're fucking sociopaths. I think they called it "Beatlemania" in the newspapers. I don't listen to their type of music, but it gets stuck in your head easily, even if you don't like it. Alfred doesn't like the "damn hippies" that listen to the music as much as I do, but you know, Alfred's got a stick up his ass. He won't even let me try out the drugs I get from those "damn hippies". I need drugs at a time like this. Communism, some revolt or something, the Korea War... Ugh, that left a bad feeling in my stomach. I don't want to remember the Korean War. Korea- South Korea was so annoying. Good tactics, though. But war always leaves me tired.

I need to be at the meeting at six. It's 5:30 right now, so I guess I'll leave at six. They won't mind if I'm late. I'm probably there to sign some papers or something stupid.

Oh, and England, if you fins this, because tonight I'm leaving it out in the open,

IT'S NOT A FUCKING DIARY IT'S A MOTHER FUCKING GOVERNMENT LOG.

AND STOP SNOOPING THROUGH MY STUFF, YOU SHIT-FACED WHORE."

Belarus looked up from her book, giving me a questioning glance. You make a movement with your hand as if saying to go on, although you're not sure if you actually want to hear anymore.