Dear Diary:
I came out of isolation today. After three days of sitting in the dark, I decided that I needed a bit of fresh air, so I got up from my thinking corner and opened the curtains. I went blind for a minute or so.
I stumbled down the stairs, not before hitting my fingers against the wall, and I bumped into Finland.
Finland: Hey, you're alive!
Me: What day is it?
Finland: Thursday.
Me: oh sh-
Norway: LANGUAGE!
Me: ......-shoot.
I got patted on the head.
I walked (dragged myself) to the kitchen, sat down and grabbed an orange and a glass of milk. Denmark was in the kitchen eating cereal.
Denmark: You shouldn't eat oranges with milk.
Me: Why not?
Denmark: Because. Trust me.
Me: ......
I ate the orange and drank the milk anyways. I figured that it was probably a joke or something.
After my not so good breakfast, I went for a walk. I haven't seen the sun for a few days, so I had to squint for a while. I almost fell off the side walk. I am forever grateful with the pole that saved my life... and broke my face.
I got back from my "walk" and I sat down and used the computer for about 5 hours. Then I got on my phone for 2 hours. Then I ate a pickle. Then I sat on the couch and listened to music for a while and cried a bit because MCR isn't a band anymore. After that, I think I fell asleep.
I woke up a few minutes later to someone sitting on top of me.
Finland: Hey, the seat's a bit bumpy.
Me: You're sitting on my ba-
Sweden: *gasp* The couch talked.... this is a dream come true.
Me: IT'S ME, ICELAND. GET YOUR BUTT OFF MY BACK!
Finland: WELL SORRY.
He got off me and I locked myself in my room. I don't like people sitting on me.
Five minutes later, someone texted me.
You probably know who already.
I opened it. It read:
"We need to talk"
I have no idea why, but I threw my phone against the wall.
It's okay guys, it didn't break. It survived. Just a little scratch.
I got curious after a while, so I answered.
Me: About what?
HK: What's your favorite color?
Me: Blue I think.
HK: Ok, that's it. Thx.
So now my phone has a scratch on it because I overreacted and threw it against the wall. Nice.
After that, I think I fell asleep again. I woke up a few minutes later and the first thing that I saw was Mr. Puffin sitting on my face.
Me: ....... um.
Mr. P: Oh, sorry.
He got off and shoved his egg at me.
Me: Um... what do you want?
Mr. P: I think it moved.
Me: ......
I stayed still for a while and then I felt it move slightly.
Me: Oh-
Mr. Puffin hugged the egg. To be honest, I had no idea that he had feelings.
Mr. P: I don't know what to do. Is taking care of an egg in real life the same as taking care of an egg playing Pokémon? Do I have to travel so it hatches or do I have to take it somewhere?
Me: ........ Oh look, there's Wikipedia!
Mr. P: ....... donkey.
Me: What?
Mr. P: It means thank you in German.
Me: Are you sure?
Mr. P: Yes.
I'll have to ask someone about that later.
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_It's 3 am, diary. I'm still not tired. I slept like a hundred times today. Well... I guess that I'll just stay up till I fall asleep somewhere. I'll write in you tomorrow, diary.
-Iceland
TOTALLY NOT LATE
PSHHH
NOPE.
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Iceland's Diary: It Began In Summer
FanfictionNorway gives Iceland a diary he bought at the dollar store for no reason in particular. Iceland starts writing in it out of pity, narrating his shitty life and awkward teenage adventures with his friends and the rest of the Nordics. And that's pret...