Entry 21:
I got up from my bed and headed to the kitchen. Even though I wasn't hungry, I put my food in the fridge. I was too damn exhausted to eat right then. I heard my companions coming to try and get some sleep.
And all of a sudden, I realized that this was a good chance to leave the room before anyone would notice my departure. I took my leave quickly and waited for my friends to settle into their beds before I could leave the room.
I left when Sam started to lightly snore, and headed to the kitchen to eat the food that I prepared before. I pulled the fridge open and grabbed my plate out of the fridge. Even when I placed on the counter, I could tell a difference about how it looked it looked. And without doubt, it looked better about twenty minutes ago, but I still had to eat, I had found a pan and put the food in to get it warm. I started to re-cook the food in the pan when I heard someone opening the door. I didn't hesitate and took a butcher's knife to defend myself from what could behind the soon-to-be open door. I opened it to find that what caused the door was Italy and placed the knife down on the counter and looked back over to Italy. He looked at me a little scared but a hand was placed on his shoulder. He calmed down and came it like he was a little kid again.
"So... what are you doing here may I ask?" I asked the country
"Me and Germany were hungry, so we came to get something to eat!!" Italy said with enthusiasm.
"You and... Germany?" I questioned, but the answer was provided quickly. Germany walked into the room. I stood there for a minute, and Germany looked exhausted.
"Did Italy wake you up to go get food or were you already awake when he called you?" I sighed as I asked Germany and making sure that Italy couldn't hear what I said.
"No, I was already awake. Before--" He yawned. "Italy woke up."
"May I ask... What woke you?" I whispered to Germany.
"Nightmares." The troubled country sighed, furrowing his eyebrows.
"Want to talk about it?" I questioned, focusing partially on my food once more.
"Maybe when Italy falls back asleep again." His eyes focused on the young and free-spirited Italy.
"Well you know where to find me, you have until tomorrow again. If you need me just wake me." I said, finishing my food, and began putting the now-warm food back onto my plate. "I hope you find the food you're looking for." I said sarcastically, eating my food. I hear Italy cry in joy as he finds the food he was looking for.
"I found my spaghetti!!" I heard Italy squeal in joy behind me. I sat down to eat and wolfed down my food without a thought
"Well, I'm done eating. I'll be here for a few more minutes until I'm done washing my dishes." I said, beginning to scrub my dishes until they were clean. Italy finished up and left the kitchen, Germany with him. I continued the cleaning of my dishes and as soon as I finished, I headed back to bed. It was late, and my bed was a few feet ahead of me. I went to bed and looked around. All of my friends were sleeping peacefully.
And at that point, I knew that I had to get them home, no matter what the cost could be, even if I died in the process. I laid onto my bed, went under the warm covers and closed my eyes, waiting for my dreams to take me back to my very own version of hell.
"Goodnight." I murmured, pulling up the comforting blankets and shutting the outside world, I immediately drifted off to sleep.
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