Hello Journal.
Okay, okay. Maybe Norge isn't the only person, I would like to thank.
Dear (or not that dear) Denmark,
I am sorry, for calling you idiot so many times. I don't really mean it. But... Sometimes you really act like an idiot. Don't deny it, it's true. *laughs a little*
But I have some good memories with you too. When I was little.
Like that one, when you and I were home alone together and I was asking, where Norge was.
„Big brother?”
„Big brother is out with Sweden and Fin!”
„Oh...”
„But we can play together, if you want!”
„Okay.”
„Let's play with legos! I have bunch of them! Come on!”
I also remember when you tried to make me call you big brother too.
„Iceyyy, you know you want to call me that!”
„But storebror told me, that you are an idiot.”
„What?”
„It's true.”
„Ice, I am something like your big bro too, ya know!”
„You are?”
„Of course!”
„But... I thought I have only one big brother..”
„Well, now you know you have me too, because I basically raised you. And now, when you know the story, you shall call me big bro too!”
„And... What if I don't want to?”
„Iceeeeee-”
That was pretty funny. Or I remember, when you gave me a bottle of akvavit, when I was older. Or should I say, the same age as I am now.
„Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Ice, hey, HeY, hey, HEY, ICE!”
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