Dear Diary:
The plane trip back was awful.
Some idiot left bubblegum on my seat and I sat right on it. Now there's a giant pink blob on my pants and it looks like I shat myself.
We got home, opened the door and got attacked by Hanatamago, who was clearly starving. We had to feed her, so Finland went to get her food from the closet.
When he came out (HEHEHE) he was holding three different boxes.
Finland: hm.... what are all these boxes? They're always here and we never open them.
Norway: Well, open them.
Finland opened the first box which contained a lot of instruments.
Me: ..... who stole these?
Norway: These are ours. Look, it's your violin.
I played the violin before. Played.
Me: It's all dusty and old, like you.
Norway: No it's not.
A spider climbed out of it.
Me: See.
Denmark: Play something, Icey!!!
Me: What? No.
Norway: Big brother wants to hear you play.
Me: Well, big brother should probably stop speaking in third person.
Norway: Big brother doesn't feel like it.
Finland: Come on, Iceland. Play something for us.
Me: I said no.
Finland: gA SP
Sweden: You can't say no to wife. Wife needs your yes.
Me: Wot-
Denmark: PLEASE, ICELAND! DO IT FOR YOUR MOTHER!
Me: I don- I don't have a mother-
Denmark: THEN DO IT... FOR NARNIA!
Me: MY ARM IS BROKEN, GUYS!
Everyone: ......
Sometimes, I wonder how they actually survived for so many centuries.
Denmark's eyes widened when he saw the second box, that had red marks all over it. I hope it's not blood-
Denmark: IT'S OUR VIKING THINGS!
He tore the box open and grabbed a sword.
Norway: Be careful you dumb Dane, you'll hurt someone.
Finland: OH LOOK!
He took some sort of weird paper thingy out and shoved it in my face.
Me: What is that?
Finland: It's a diary! I used to write in it.
Me: Hm.
It was all written in a weird language.
Me: Um... ok?
Sweden opened the third box. We were all surprised with it's containings.
Norway: It's... a bunch of CDs.
Denmark: LET'S WATCH THEM, NORGE!
Norway: Quiet, you.
Finland: Please. I don't remember them.
Norway: Ok fine.
We all sat down in a circle and played the first CD on the CD player OBVIOUSLY.
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Iceland's Diary: It Began In Summer
FanfictionNorway gives Iceland a diary he bought at the dollar store for no reason in particular. Iceland starts writing in it out of pity, narrating his shitty life and awkward teenage adventures with his friends and the rest of the Nordics. And that's pret...
