Dear diary,
America is having his party tonight and I have no desire to go whatsoever. Unfortunately a certain spiky haired dipstick decided that none of us have a choice. He has been following everyone around with his puppy dog eyes begging us to go and to be supportive of what he likes to do. It's a party.. We shouldn't have to go. I say this as I pick out what I'm going to wear...
Someone aka the Swede may or may not have bashed the only working car that we have at the moment so that we can't make it to the party. Oh look, there are bullet holes in the side. The Swede must have had some help. YE- I mean, oh no. The Dane is on the phone with America... Wonderful.. America is coming to pick us up....
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America picked us up in a freaking minivan... Something about us not fitting in any other car because his date gets the front seat. He's been talking about his date non stop since we got in the car. Apparently she's a beautiful young lady with a awesome personality. Hold up... We just stopped at McDonalds to get his date. Apparently Miss Patty is a burger. Updates on the party later, I need to go home now...
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Self-Proclaimed Everything
RandomIceland here, Norway has been annoying me all day with this oniichan stuff, so I found his diary. Here it is! (Norway's Diary, but better) ((This is essentially a fanfic in diary form))
