Dear Diary:
Today I woke up startled. I checked my phone and it was 7:30. I was late for school! I got dressed, ran downstairs and shoved a piece of toast with toothpaste in my mouth as I ran out the door.
I was halfway there, when I realized...
I don't go to school.
I walked back to my house, embarrassed for life.
True story.
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Today we're leaving for Australia, since the World Meeting's tomorrow. I am SO excited. Seriously. This ain't sarcasm. Totally not.
I have to pack my fucking bags for the second time this month, and go to the fucking airport for the twentieth time this year. I swear, being a country is annoying as fuck.
Since we leave at night, I have the rest of the day to finish exploring the attic. Why? Because I feel like it.
I climbed the stairs, again, slammed my face against the ladder, again, and climbed the ladder and got to the attic. The shitty thing I kicked yesterday was still there. I should probably pick it up... I really should. I won't though because that's not my problem.
I walked up to the wooden chest and opened it. There were lots of old armors and clothes inside. Since I was really REALLY bored, because we still had no electricity, I tried one on. I almost died, it's really heavy. I looked at myself in the mirror and picked up a sword, which was also in there. I was kind fun to just sway the sword back and forth, pretending to fight imaginary monsters. I admit, it was pretty childish, but nobody was looking and I had no WiFi.
Having no WiFi is the perfect excuse for doing stupid things.
I let my "adult" side shut off and I just started fooling around, since I really didn't get the chance to do it as a kid. I suddenly remembered the empty box from yesterday. I ran to it and hopped in, pretending it was a boat. I scooted around the floor, pretending it was the sea, and then BOOM, I turned around and everyone was looking at me. WHEN DID THEY COME UP? I DON'T KNOW!
Norway: ......
Me: ...... this is not what it looks like.
Denmark: Hey, can I join?
Norway: woops, my hand slipped *slaps Denmark*
Finland: YOU DID TOUCH MY GRAMOPHONE!
Me: It was a ghost-
Denmark: GHOSTS!
Norway: shut uuup
Finland: Wait-..... isn't that Norway's old armor?
Me: THAT'S NORWAY'S?
Norway: Oh... you look a lot like me in that.
Me: SHUT UP!
Sweden: *nods*
Denmark: Seriously Ice, you DO look like Norge!
Me: GHA- SHUT UP OR I'LL TAKE YOU ALL TO THE BAKERY!
Everyone: .......
They burst out laughing. I don't understand why. I was trying to be mean and aggressive.
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Well diary, the flight's in twenty minutes. God, I hate planes now. I better get going or the plane lady's gonna go crazy if we're late again.
-Iceland
Ahhhh- update #2 coming in a few minutes... or hours
Excuse the errors tho... blame the lame ass keyboard
#fuckyoukeyboard
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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...
