Dear Diary:
I'm in Iceland now and today was day 1 of finding my parents... The lady doesn't take no for an answer, apparently
First, we stayed at a hotel (BUT IT WAS SO EXPENSIVE!! DAMN YOU, REYKJAVIK)
And I unpacked my things and then the lady was like "w eLL LET'S GET GOING" SO I WAS DRAGGED OUTSIDE AND INTO A CAR
Lady: so, what's your name
Me: Emil
Lady: GREAT! EMAIL, LET'S GET GOING
She has worse driving skills than me, and I don't know how to drive
We um... killed a rabbit or something that looked like it... and then stopped at a city. Not really sure which one it was since the laDY WAS SUCH IN A HURRY
Lady: QUICK, TELL ME IF YOU SEE YOUR PARENTS
Random old lady: Oh, hi Iceland
Me: I DON'T HAVE PARENTS- hi
Lady: WHAT DO YOU MEAN? I STILL CAN'T UNDERSTAND YOU
Random old dude: Hello, Iceland
Me: IT MEANS NOBODY GAVE BIRTH TO ME- hello
Lady: HUH?!?! HOW'S THAT POSSIBLE?!?! WERE THOSE YOUR PARENTS?!?!
Random little boy: *gosp* OH, HI ICELAND :D
Me: HUH?! I DON'T KNOW THEM- hello :3
Lady: HUUUUUUUH?!?!?!
Explanation Time just in case:
Thing is, when you're a country, several people acknowledge that there's a human representation of it (usually older citizens of said country who had past encounters with them or were told about them by somebody who did) Sometimes, they become a myth, since people believe it to be "unrealistic" or "impossible"
In my case, people know about me... I don’t know why, they just do. I suppose somebody once knew about me being a little lonely shit in the snow and started spreading rumors or something, like a story that was passed on from generation to generation. Soon, people saw that it was true...and they see it as an everyday thing... Or maybe they're just too chill about it-
Why am I writing about this? Fuck you, guess it on your own I don't care
So yeah, that
The lady was shook but like I'm not gonna fucking say "Oh hey, I'm this country we're in that's why I got no parents" cuz she'll flip and send me to a mental hospital
So I told her everyone in my family died in Russia when a Russian shot them in the spine and I was adopted by a gay family with a gay son and I discovered I had another brother I didn't know of and he yaoied with my adoptive father so now I don't know what they are or we are also we have a dog
And she believed it...
But she still wants to find my "dead parents" so day 2 I guess
-Iceland
Yeah it's hard to update when you're trying to learn a rap so I don't know what I wrote, hopefully it makes sense
Also, question
Who do you ship Sealand with? Because he will be shipped with someone, and there's two or more possible shippings (But I only ship one of those two or three. Not saying which)
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