Dear diary,
Wait, why am I talking to a book? You are nothing more than cheaply bound paper, and yet, I'm inclined to address you like a person.
Anyway, after the new years party, this book was on my desk with a fancy looking pen. I'm not sure where they came from, but it would be a waste not to use them so, here I am. Don't think this will be a regular thing though.
Its 3:38 in the afternoon, Sweden and Iceland are downstairs getting breakfast. Finland is still asleep, and Denmark.... Honestly know one is sure where he went.
I should get breakfast too, but nothing really sounds good right now. Never mind, buttery toast is always good.
Ehhhhh.... Something is moving under my bed.... Is it real? Is it my tired, sleep deprived brain telling me to sleep? Be right back, I need to know what that is.
It was that stupid Dane. Honestly, know one knows when he got under there, but we was. I need a carpet cleaner, there's a massive puddle of drool under my bed now.
Anyways, bye.
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))
