From the diary of Griselda Vargas-Beilschmidt

77

Y'all, I am awfully sorry about the delays, but I'm kinda busy again, and a master procrastinator. I also kinda want to wait for AneRoh to be able to catch up. Anyway, this should be over soon, in about 3 chapters?

It's dark now, as I'm writing this. It's dark, but soon, fireworks will light up the sky a bit. Or a lot - we are in America and it is the end of not only a year, but a decade.

Yes, I know, I haven't written since Christmas, but I lost my diary for a few days, until Fred found it in a kitchen drawer. How did it get there is a mystery. Anyway, I'll make it up to you! I'll tell you about the rest of Chrsitmas, about the following days, and even about now, don't you worry!

So after we unpacked the gifts, it was high time for breakfast, but because America is America, he had a ton of food at home, so we kinda made a suit-yourself meal where we could combine whatever foods we wanted. Too bad Papa didn't let me combine bread, peanut butter, chocolate sprinkles, cheese and honey :/ oh, and Ingrid and Norway claimed all the butter for themselves and wouldn't let anyone except Lars have just a tiny bit of it. What do they have with butter? Is it like, the national food of Norway? I wouldn't be surprised. Meanwhile, Ashleigh was feeding George like a baby, because they're a couple and couples do that sometimes. Dads do that sometimes, too! ...Uncle Spain and Romano don't, though, unless you counted that time Romano threw some food at Spain's face, not really aiming for the mouth. Oh, and Gabi was feeding Rosalin the exact same way, because Gabi. Why he likes pigs so much will probably forever be a mystery to me. So me and Lars kinda sat in the corner, making a 'My sibling/cousin is embarrasing me so' squad. Uncle Prussia was making sandwiches for Canada and Fred, while Greenland made one for Denmark, who almost threw up after eating it. I'm still not sure if Greenland made it that disgusting for a reason, or if he was trying to be genuinly nice. You never know what kind of a relationship these two have. Sure, they've shared some tough times, but I think they're getting better. And Andrias is really the glue that keeps them together, let's be honest. Oh, one thing left to mention: Finland made a sandwich with everything that was available. Everything. Even bacon and eggs and sweets and cream and shit. Okay, not shit, but you get me. Well now I see why Anni is one of the best cooks ever. For one, she's half Swedish, for two, she has to be.

Then there was a Christmas movies marathon, but firstly me, dads, Fred, Iceland, Ingrid and Greenland had to walk all the pets. Gabi, being the lazy ass he is, plus having Rosalin, snuggled up into a blanket burrito on Romano's lap and refused to move a muscle. Lars retorted that mouth is also a muscle, so he just did, to which he glared. Ha! Serves him right! Lars isn't a talker, but when he does speak, he's always so clever! Not like Gabriel or myself, we can talk about silly stuff nonstop if we want to. Ashleigh too. Greenland and Ingrid also don't talk much, but I guess that's just in their personalities. They can communicate through mimics and gestures well enough. Sometimes they have a conversation even sitting across the room from one another. And Norway always seems to know what his kids want instinctivelly. I told Lars this, and he replied "Well, he is the Morway." 'Mor' apparently means 'mom'. Ooooooooooooohh! See what I mean? Clever! "But don't tell him I told you."

It was cold outside, but not much snow has fallen. Too bad. I hope there will be more snow! I wanna kick Gabi's butt in a snowball fight!

I'll get the opportunity for that later, though. For now, the Christmas day was spent like that - on a comfy couch in a blanket, watching various classic American movies or not far outside with the pets, we were all snuggled together, when somebody was hungry, they could just go to the kitchen to get some food, Gabi made "ewwww" sounds when people in the movies were kissing, Anni let me braid her hair and it was the best.