Where have you gone?

Chapter 2

[The following is based on a true story, for those who a rude enough to comment hate for the content , be prepared to be immediately blocked, reported or just simply ignored. Also my keyboard is a little funny if anyone spots grammar or typos please just tell me.]

It was Tuesday. Several Tuesdays, within a few weeks. A tired day full of discovery. Lisa and Dave were shopping in the mall like excited puppies looking for food. James straddled behind them carrying a load of shopping bags looking like nothingness was a far more interesting place than here. Lisa and Dave had shared their meetings with the two nations as they were dreamt with James. They were surprised, how could nations be possibly personified. However, it was when James came across a book that gave every single law of the personifications it was no coincidence. They had to remind the world. They brought every type of crafting to help create information to spread and fabrics to make into clothes. Ideas ran through their minds like an Olympic racer around a track, fast, light and endured. They managed to get to the car within a few hours, and Lisa began loading the shopping into the bag, while Dave and James got into the car.

Inside the car, Dave rested his head against James's shoulder.

"How are we going to make the whole world remember when I can't stop to remember to say I love you every day," Dave moaned.

"Bloody hell, you stress too much, they're not expecting this to happen tomorrow. Besides, yesterday all you were doing was clinging to me stuffing popcorn into your cute gob like the adorable twat you are," James rolled his eyes.

"mm, speak more British it's hot." Dave grinned.

"Yallo. Love birds, we're off," Lisa got into the front of the car. Lisa felt thoughtful about those two boys; Dave had Brown eyes. His eyes reminded her of the old barn door back in her childhood home in Australia, they were every shade of brown you could imagine, a raw umber and caramel mix, dotted with bits of dark chocolate. with a mischievous glint that seemed to reflect the corners of his mouth, which were fighting a smile. so much strength remaining despite the years of weathering, so much life. In contrast, James His eyes remind her of a child's water-colour painting, how in their haste to paint all the grass they add too much water to the green and it comes out that subdued shade. Lisa sighed starting the car- this was going to be one long adventure.

During the car journey back home, Dave fell asleep on me. He was muttering my name like a lost child looking for his parents but trying to grab attention from the strangers of the world. Lisa was humming some song about angel eyes... That was an Abba song, I am positive that it is. I look out the window, perhaps as if in a movie or in a story where the strong character reveals his weaknesses through a montage. Well let mine begin; I pray. As I look out the car window, I see a book open...

My Dear sweet Hetalia Diary,

I decided to create a diary at this age; on this day. Why, because today inspired me and when something inspires you get the momentum to write it down. My name is James Kirkland, Nahh the last name isn't really my last name but I would hope one day I could really be England's- from Hetalia- brother. Like, I know it's wrong to be obsessed with something like this but other people are allowed to be obsessed with Justin Bieber so I think I'm alright...Besides who doesn't like that cutie little Eyebrows. Also, yeah, I created them as my imaginary friends. Yup, my imaginary friend is Arthur Kirkland- wrong, it's not only him- it's all the nations. At my age people would shame me for it, but it helps me with my autophobia- which is basically really bad fear of loneliness. My therapist helps me a lot with it though so I think I'm not Insane at this point. But, I don't care if I have imaginary friends they are really nice. I will write out today, as it will be a great intro to describing who I really am, and discover- what the hell am I doing today?