Iceland's Diary |IceSey|

January 9, 2016

Dear Diary,

Happy birthday, stupid diary. You officially exist with my nonsense thoughts in you. Hong Kong gave you to me. Oh goody.

This is supposed to be filled with the events and thoughts of my day, so I should just be fairly straight forward. In the morning yesterday, about 5:30, Sverige got Denmark and I up, then dragged us into his closet. We hid behind his coats.

Me: S-Sverige? Why are we in your closet?
Sweden: We're out of coffee.
Denmark: oh FRICK!

We heard Furious screams throughout the house. It was Norge and Fin.

Finland: 6AM AND NO COFFEE!!!!

We huddled in the closet for a half hour more.

Sweden: I'm going out to check. Stay here.

Sweden was gone for 2 minutes before we heard more shrieks and he bolted back to the closet.

Sweden: They prowled around the kitchen and I tried talking to them.
Denmark: Guys, get some shoes on. It's mission impossible time.

We put on some of the shoes in Sweden's closet, then we questioned why.

Denmark: I'm gonna run down stairs and distract them. Slip out through the window and run to the store down the street to get coffee

Le sigh. Den ran down the stairs to the front lawn. Once we were sure that Norge's idiotic Dane was outside making noise, Sverige and I slipped out the window. I'm not kidding you, I ran faster than I've ever run before. And Sweden was right behind me.  Good thing Tim Horton's is only 3 blocks away. When we finally got there we ordered 2 of the biggest coffees you could buy. And we ran back. Somehow, Denmark was on a unicycle, riding up and down the street with pies in his hands. How the heck did he do that?! Then I just ran past the coffee addicts.

Me: TIMMY'S!!! GET SOME TIMMY'S!!!!!

I set it on the counter and ran back upstairs. I have no idea what happened after that because I barricaded myself in my room with a laptop, manga, and my phone. Norge and Fin eventually calmed down. They have a serious problem.

I really have no life. I'm gonna stick to staying in my room, righting in this idiotic diary, and watching anime. This "Oran High School Host Club " thing is pretty interesting.

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IM GONNA STRANGLE THAT ANNOYING DANE!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GIVE ME SOME KNIVES!!!!! HE'S GONNA GET IT!!!!!!

I suppose I should back up.

Norge need my attention, so Denmark started singing Ice Ice Baby. Like;

Norge: I can't find Iceland.
Stupid Dane: hold up, I got dis.
Stupid Dane: STIP COLLABORATE AND LISTEN. ICE IS BACK WITH A NEW INVENTION.
Stupid Dane: ICE ICE BABY.
Me: *trampling down the stairs* STOP DENMARK!!!!!

I'm gonna stab that stupid Danish. I'm just going to call him Stupid Pastry for that. because of Danishes. Stupid. MEH!!

-Iceland, out