Dear Diary:
Shit.
World Meeting's in two days and I lost my notepad. My things run away from me when I most need them. Don't be surprised if I end up using a page from you, diary.
Well shit, today I went to pack my bags- and then I noticed that they were missing. I was like
"Shoot, where the hell are my bags?"
Until I heard some weird noises coming from downstairs. I'm a dumbass, so I went to see what the hell it was.
I got downstairs and I saw Sealand inside my bad scooting around the floor making plane noises and talking into a walkie talkie.
Sealand: GROUND CONTROL, THIS IS SEA FIGHTER 45, WE'RE UNDER ATTACK BY WHAT SEEMS TO BE A SMALL MILITARY PLANE, OVER
At the moment, I was like "Who the fuck is he talking to?" but then I turned around and-
HK: FIGHTER 45, THIS IS GROUND CONTROL. EVADE THEM AT ALL COSTS. DO NOT ATTACK. DO. NOT. ATTACK, OVER!
Sealand: GROUND CONTROL, THE UNIDENTIFIED PLANE HAS ATTACKED AND I'M HIT. I'M LOOSING CONTROL OVER OL' BETSY! OVER!
HK: WHO THE FUCK IS OL' BETSY? OVER!
Sealand: OL' BETSY IS MY PLANE, OVE- GROUND CONTROL, I'M FALLING, I'M FALLING!!
HK: CALM, I'LL SEND REINFORCEMENT!
Me: WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?!
Sealand: .......
HK: .......
Me: .....
Denmark: GROUND CONTROL, REINFORCEMENT HAS ARRIVED, OVER
HK: BATTLE PLANE 34, YOUR OBJECTIVE IS AT TWELVE O'CLOCK FROM YOUR CURRENT LOCATION
Denmark: IT'S TEN O'CLOCK. I'M EARLY.
Me: WHAT THE-
Sealand: I HAVE SAFELY LANDED, GROUND CONTROL.
HK: GOOD FOR YOU!
Me: I'm leav-
Finland: GROUND CONTROL, I'M HEADING TOWARDS THE ENEMY. I'LL TAKE HIM DOWN.
HK: NO, ASS WHOOPER! IT'S TOO MUCH!
I ran out of there...
-_-_-_-_-_
Hey, guess what? I started playing TWD 2. I didn't know there was a second part. I hope it has a happy ending and no one dies this time. Please tell me nobody dies....
PLEASE.
I have a box of tissues next to me right now, just in case, and a box (BOX) of licorice so I can drown my feelings with that. I don't think anything will happen though. Sequels are usually much happier than the first game.
I hope I'm right.
-_-_-_-_-_
I'm traumatized for real now.
I-
I accidentally learned what yaoi was.
I don't even
I don't have words for that
I feel so
weird
Now I have to erase the history search from my laptop and burn it with holy fire because if Norway sees it... or anyone... they'll kill me until I'm dead.
Oh, I'm so young! Why did I accidentally write "What is Yaoi?" on the search bar? Why did I accidentally click on every single image that appeared??? I'm too innocent for all this!
I don't believe my lies anymore.
Well....I'm extremely tired and I don't feel like accidentally typing on the computer again.
-Iceland is too tired
Shit- I mean short chapter. I know.
So... idk, but what would you think if... not for now though, maybe later... but what would you think if I wrote an "Ask Iceland" or some shitz? Other countries may appear and- I don't know. Just a suggestion. May happen, may not. Idk. My head hurts and idk what I'm saying.
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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...