Dear diary,
This morning I woke up surrounded by Denmark. Literally Denmark everywhere. More specifically, he was hugging me in his sleep. He must have come home in the middle of the night drunk and thought this was his room.
He's still asleep right now. It took about half an hour to get out of his death grip and since then he won't stop mumbling random gibberish. He needs to move to his bed now.
YOU ARE READING
Self-Proclaimed Everything
RandomIceland here, Norway has been annoying me all day with this oniichan stuff, so I found his diary. Here it is! (Norway's Diary, but better) ((This is essentially a fanfic in diary form))
