*in fancy cursive writing*
Dear Diary...?
Trust me I would LOVE to start off this "diary" with a fancy introduction, or some interesting nonsense about myself, but in reality I have no idea what the hell to do with this.
I guess this is some sort of way to remind myself of past events, so I'll do exactly that...
Today, Iceland begged me in his teenage ways to buy him a new diary.
"Would you like your big brother to buy you a new diary?" I asked
"No- I mean... It's not like I WANT a new one... but... If you insist... "
But he actually meant:
"YES, BIG BROTHER! PLEASE BUY ME A NEW DIARY, I LOVE YOU"
And I was more than pleased to do so.
I have no idea what sort of things he used to write down on his old one, but it's probably very depressing and sad. My little brother is a very serious person- I don't remember the last time I ever saw him smile or say some random stupidity. Of course, I am exteriorly serious as well. Must be genetic.
Anyway, I went to the store and surprisingly, if you bought three cans of tuna this week, you could buy any product at half it's price, and since we're out of tuna, I decided to buy 9 cans and pay 3 diaries at half price.
I have no idea what kind of discount that is, but who am I to complain?
I gave one to Iceland, and though he did not show it, he was extremely content. I gave Finland the other one. I'm not entirely sure he appreciated it, but I honestly don't care.
I only had one left. So here I am.
That is about all I did today worth remembering. The rest I would rather forget, actually. I assume that's all one has to do with a diary, so I suppose I will write in this every day...?
-Norway
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Norway's Diary
FanfictionFollowing the events of Iceland's Diary... Norway buys a diary after getting a discount at the store and uses it to record his life as an older brother, a special someone, a friend. But Norway played a dangerous game and committed a very grave sin...
