Iceland's Diary: It Began In Summer

Thursday, August 11

Dear Diary:

I came out of isolation today. After three days of sitting in the dark, I decided that I needed a bit of fresh air, so I got up from my thinking corner and opened the curtains. I went blind for a minute or so.

I stumbled down the stairs, not before hitting my fingers against the wall, and I bumped into Finland.

Finland: Hey, you're alive!

Me: What day is it?

Finland: Thursday.

Me: oh sh-

Norway: LANGUAGE!

Me: ......-shoot.

I got patted on the head.

I walked (dragged myself) to the kitchen, sat down and grabbed an orange and a glass of milk. Denmark was in the kitchen eating cereal.

Denmark: You shouldn't eat oranges with milk.

Me: Why not?

Denmark: Because. Trust me.

Me: ......

I ate the orange and drank the milk anyways. I figured that it was probably a joke or something.

After my not so good breakfast, I went for a walk. I haven't seen the sun for a few days, so I had to squint for a while. I almost fell off the side walk. I am forever grateful with the pole that saved my life... and broke my face.

I got back from my "walk" and I sat down and used the computer for about 5 hours. Then I got on my phone for 2 hours. Then I ate a pickle. Then I sat on the couch and listened to music for a while and cried a bit because MCR isn't a band anymore. After that, I think I fell asleep.

I woke up a few minutes later to someone sitting on top of me.

Finland: Hey, the seat's a bit bumpy.

Me: You're sitting on my ba-

Sweden: *gasp* The couch talked.... this is a dream come true.

Me: IT'S ME, ICELAND. GET YOUR BUTT OFF MY BACK!

Finland: WELL SORRY.

He got off me and I locked myself in my room. I don't like people sitting on me.

Five minutes later, someone texted me.

You probably know who already.

I opened it. It read:

"We need to talk"

I have no idea why, but I threw my phone against the wall.

It's okay guys, it didn't break. It survived. Just a little scratch.

I got curious after a while, so I answered.

Me: About what?

HK: What's your favorite color?

Me: Blue I think.

HK: Ok, that's it. Thx.

So now my phone has a scratch on it because I overreacted and threw it against the wall. Nice.

After that, I think I fell asleep again. I woke up a few minutes later and the first thing that I saw was Mr. Puffin sitting on my face.

Me: ....... um.

Mr. P: Oh, sorry.

He got off and shoved his egg at me.

Me: Um... what do you want?

Mr. P: I think it moved.

Me: ......

I stayed still for a while and then I felt it move slightly.

Me: Oh-

Mr. Puffin hugged the egg. To be honest, I had no idea that he had feelings.

Mr. P: I don't know what to do. Is taking care of an egg in real life the same as taking care of an egg playing Pokémon? Do I have to travel so it hatches or do I have to take it somewhere?

Me: ........ Oh look, there's Wikipedia!

Mr. P: ....... donkey.

Me: What?

Mr. P: It means thank you in German.

Me: Are you sure?

Mr. P: Yes.

I'll have to ask someone about that later.
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It's 3 am, diary. I'm still not tired. I slept like a hundred times today. Well... I guess that I'll just stay up till I fall asleep somewhere. I'll write in you tomorrow, diary.

-Iceland

TOTALLY NOT LATE
PSHHH
NOPE.
WHATCHA TALKING ABOUT?