Iceland's Diary: It Began In Summer

Saturday, August 6

Dear Diary:

We ran out of coffee. And butter too.

Norway likes coffee and butter.

No coffee and butter= no Norway.

In resume, no coffee and no butter make Norway go crazy.

We all had to run out to buy more. We had to lock Norway in a room for that. It's dangerous to have animals on the loose. The last time we ran out of butter and coffee, he attacked us with a rubber ball and a shovel. I still don't know how he managed to do that.

Since we had absolutely no fucking idea where the store was, since everything was in brazilish, we had to run around the city translating signs with Google translate. It was the most noobish thing I did in my life.

We finally found a mini mart that sold butter and coffee. Then we remembered that we only spoke English and our own languages and we wouldn't be able to communicate. How were we going to buy something?? (It was one of those stores where you can't get the things yourself. I can't remember the name of that right now.)

The woman was trying to say something, which I understood absolutely nothing of.

Denmark drew a horrible picture of what I suppose was a coffee jar and a stick of butter. The woman gave us a raw fish and gloves.

Why would someone sell fish in a mini mart?

Finland tried to say "coffee and butter, please" using Google translate, but it ended up sounding horrible and the woman was even more puzzled than before.

Sweden did nothing and just glared at us.

I tried to point at what we wanted, but she ended up giving us something else.

We were really frustrated and we didn't know what to do. Until...

Sweden: Do you speak English?

Woman: Yes.

We facepalmed.

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We walked (ran) out of the store with the coffee and butter in hands.

Finland: Why didn't she say anything before??

Sweden: Maybe because it was entrataining to see you guys trying to ask for coffee and butter without speaking.

That was literally the longest thing he ever said before.

Fifteen minutes later, we arrived back at the hotel. We opened the door slowly, we walked into the room we locked Norway in and we found him twitching in a corner. We gave him the stick of butter, which he swallowed, and the jar of coffee.

Five minutes later, he was back to being himself again, so we uncuffed him.

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I had to wear my ugly jacket today because it got really windy and cold. We were supposed to meet up with some of Norway's friends today, but I think they ditched us.

The out of a sudden, a polar bear started scratching my leg. I must be a magnet for bears. I screamed a bit, but then I realized that the bear was crying. Bears cry? Finland picked it up and asked him/her what was wrong. I laughed a bit. He expected a polar bear to answer him. But then the bear did answer.

Bear: I-I'm lost

Finland: .......... YOU CAN TALK!!!

Denmark squinted at the bear. He obviously knew something we didn't.

Denmark: Do I know you?

Bear: Y-You hang out with my owner's brother, r-right?

Denmark: ........ I didn't know Germany had a polar bear.

Norway: No, you idiot.

Denmark: Hm.... OH! I think America's brother has a polar bear. That must be you. Kumajoko, right?

Bear: Kumajiro...

Denmark: Close enough.

Kumajiro: You need to help me find him. Please!

Finland picked Kuma up and let him sit over his shoulders.

Finland: Of course!

So we began our quest to find his owner.

After a few hours of roaming around the city, we heard a soft "scream". Kumajiro jumped off Finland and ran towards the noise. We had to follow him, of course. We would of been really damn guilty if he got run over by a truck of something.

Kumajiro: CANADA?

Then this guy who looked A LOT like America walked up to him and picked him up.

America 2: I'm so glad I found you Kumajinto!

Kumajiro: I missed you!

And they both hugged each other. It was really awkward to be standing there.

Norway: *cough*

The little bear turned to us.

Kumajiro: They helped me find you!

America 2: Oh. Thank you.

Finland flashed a big smile at them.

Finland: It was no big deal!

Denmark: So you're America's brother, right?

America 2: ...... y-yeah. My name is Canada.

And that's how we met Canada.

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Well, today was a long day. I'm going to go eat some licorice and then go to sleep. I'll write in you tomorrow, diary.

-Iceland

PS: If you drank a shot of alcohol every I wrote "coffee" and "butter" in this entry, you'd be really wasted.