Dear Journal,
I don't know what to think of what happened the last few days. First I was kidnapped by the Axis, then attacked by the Nordics, Thurston had almost killed me and Flavio, then Oliver just happened to be going shopping while I was running away.
I'm back at my house with Matt, Oliver, Kuma, and Francois but this time with Flavio. I really don't know what Oliver was thinking, but he's sleeping in my bed and healing slowly. I kinda feel sorry for him. That bullet was supposed to go through my head. Not his lungs.
I sit on the edge of the bed as I write this. Call me weak, call me a sorry excuse for a 2p. I don't care. I just don't like seeing someone like this because of me.
Oh. Oliver's calling for me. Brb.
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Okay.... I don't know what to be doing now. I'm back in my room with Flavio. He was awake a few moments ago. But he was in a lot of pain. So Oliver had to knock him out again. Matt has been trying to get me to play outside with him. I went outside once already. And, I still kinda don't trust Matt playing hockey or baseball. He also broke my nose (again) about an hour ago.
Well, there's nothing else really. Oliver was fussing about me because I took the bandage off my neck and it apparently it still looks pretty bad.
Yeah. Peace. I guess.
-Allen
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Allen's Diary (2P America)
FanfictionAlfred has found a Diary and decideds to read it, thinking it's England's. He then puts almost every entry online and this is what it is. Swearing inside! This is 2ps we're talking about. Of course there's swearing.
