From the diary of Griselda Vargas-Beilschmidt

8

Fluff because I need to recover from a heartbreaking usuk fic I've recently read

I'm sick today.

Maybe I shouldn't have rolled around in snow making snow angels for an hour yesterday.

Just maybe.

And maybe I should've had a scarf.

Just maybe.

And maybe I should've told dads where I was.

Just maybe.

Well. So yesterday, I snuck outside when Vati was busy with doing some paperwork and Papa with cooking, because the dogs begged me to. And the rest is history.

'Aren't you a bit old for that?' you may say. Bitch, I don't care. I'll be rolling in snow til I die.

This morning Papa came into my room and checked my tempature. It must've been a lot, for then he dissappeared, and I heard a muffled talk. Then Vati came in and ordered me to stay in the bed, which I would be totally grateful for if it wasn't for the pain in my neck and head.

My neck feels like someone poured some fiery liquid down my throat and my head is...how could I describe it? Hmm, Uncle Prussia says that the worst pain of head is a hangover. I did not know what kind of sickness that is, but I thought I might have it.

"Vati," I asked. "Do I have a hangover?"

He looked very astouned and puzzled. Then he shook his head.

"Nein, Kätzchen, you don't."

"Oh." I furrowed my brows. "How do you know?"

He looked extremely uncomfortable.

"Well, you see, one gets a hangover when he drinks too much.."

"Oooh. So can I get a hangover from, like, water?"

This time he smiled a tiny bit.

"Nein, only when he drinks too much alcohol."

Oh. That made sense.

"When did you even hear that?"

"Uncle Gilbert said it's the worst pain of head he knows."

"Oh...wait, your head hurts?" Suddenly he was focused and worry crept in his face.

"Si. And my neck freaking burrrrnnnns!"

When I didn't get a reply within half a second, I exclaimed again "It buuuurrrrnnnnnsssss!", louder this time. It was heard by Papa, who came in my room "like his butt was on fire" as Fred would say, and immedietally cuddled me, mumbling something how "my tiny gnocchi doesen't deserve to suffer like that".

And now I'm here, in my bed, covered by four blankets, sweating the hell out of myself. I'm too hot! Hot damn! Call the police and the firemen! Never have I related to a song lyrics more.

Okay, maybe one time - there's a song that goes "I'll think of you, and let it (balloon) fly". Here's the story:

Okay, so me, dads, Mr Austria and Uncle Prussia go to a Jahrsmarkt.. that's not a starting line of a joke. But maybe it should be.

Anyway, so we went to a Jahrsmarkt and there was a lot of stuff there - food, hand-made clothes and things, and of course also kids' stuff, like face painting, clowns (of which I was scared at the time and I don't even like them now, to be honest) and balloons. I (or me? Why is english so confusing sometimes?) being an active four or five-year-old, wanted to paint something on the faces of my relatives, especially Mr Austria, who was absolutely having none of that. But tell that to a five-year-old! I was -am- stubborn at times.

So Uncle Prussia held Mr Austria down while I painted his face. He kept wiggling, so I couldn't get it right. And after I was done, Uncle Prussia took multiple pictures while Austria unsuccessfully (phew! What a word!) tried to wipe it off with his fancy tissue. He ended up with a crazy mixture of green, brown and violet on his face. Uncle Prussia laughed like crazy, while Vati was busy arguing with some lady about the price of soaps and Papa was furiously taking pictures.

We had to go home eventually, because Papa got "drunk off his ass" - he needed to be carried by Vati and was getting affectionate.

So I was sitting on Uncle Prussia's shoulders and what don't my young eyes spot! A lonely green balloon! Ha!

Quess what happened next!

That's right, I let it fly to the sky, because all balloons deserved a chance to be free! I thought of the great day I had and smiled up on the pinkish evening clouds.

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