Dear Diary:
After spending all night staring at the ceiling, I finally found a solution to this...
Mr. Puffin
I'll just.... dress him up as a dog or something... And we'll win for sure!
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He said no, but now he's in a cage unconscious so...
Your opinion does not matter to me if you're sleeping in a cage
I hope this will work...
Finland can't say anything about it anyways since Sealand suddenly got upset and broke the door...
Sweden almost cried and now he's punished without any electronics for a day
Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if in 40 years he published a book called "My Horrible Parents"
I call dibs on illustrator tho-
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So... We would of won an award in the dog show.... But, you know how things always turn out
Mr. Dog was sorta cooperative with the whole thing, especially after telling him what the prize was
But I forgot to tell him dogs don't talk...
Judge: my what a nice dog, it did every single trick I told him to do
Me: Yes, he is a dog
Judge: He's so cute too!
Mr. P: I'M VERY CUTE, RIGHT? BOY, TELL HER HOW ADORABLE AND CUTE I AM
Me: ..........
Judge: ...... AHHHHHHHHHH
And everyone ran away...
But we stole the trophy for best pet ever during the confusion and now Finland is happy
SO HE MADE BROWNIES!
They taste weird and they're sorta greenish brownish, but hey- a brownie is a brownie
-Iceland
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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...
