Dear Diary:
Day 5 without WiFi. I don't have any strength to move on...
bUT WHEN THEY'RE SERVING PANCAKES FOR BREAKFAST I ZIPPITY ZOOM DOWN THE STAIRS LIKE GIMME SOME OF DAT
Here's where the bad stuff starts happening tho
Norway was the only one in the kitchen. He was serving himself a cup of coffee. But the thing that made me look at him twice was the small troll sitting on his head...
Me: Why is there a troll on your head?
Norway: ...... You can see it too??
Me: UH - NO - I MEAN. I-I'M SURE EVERYONE CAN SEE IT
Finland: Hi everyone :D
Norway: Fin.... do you see anything weird on me...
Finland: ...... Nope!
Then Denmark and Sweden walked in
Norway: How about you guys - can you see anything weird on me?
Sweden: .... No
Denmark: That stupid shirt
Norway: -. - alright...
Me: ..... Fuck-
Okay okay, quick confession: I can see some magical stuff just like Norway. I never told anyone about it because it's so weird, unbelievable and totally not cool
Dude: Hey, Emil. Tell me some things about you
Me: I like licorice, I'm gay for one person otherwise I'm asexual I don't know if you can understand that I understand it so shut up it's totally possible, sweaters are my aesethic though I don't even know what that word means and I probably said it wrong, didn't I? And I probably spelt it wrong, right? I probably did... and I can see magical creatures like my brother
Dude: .... duuude gimme some of dem druuuugz
Heck, I never even wrote it down on here. I never wanted anyone to find out, especially Norway... Guess it's too late now lol
But who cares? Do you? No you don't. I bet if someone actually grabbed my diary and read all of this, they'd want to die by now
Please don't tho, we all love you :)
Anyway-
Norway took some time to process the idea and then he realized what it meant. His smol baby brother could see weird creatures too. He was fucking shook because I never told him or even hinted that I could see magic shits and he passed out and broke a chair
Now he's in the hospital :3 Everytime he wakes up he passes out again
Oh well, now at least I can try telling him it was all a dream... Does it work that way? Idk
-Land of ice but tbh not really
I hate typos :)
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