Dear Diary:
A lady came over today... from Child Protective Services...
She knocked on our door and walked right in... We all had a little conversation
Lady: Hi, I'm from Child Protective Services-
Everyone: Hi
Lady: .... Hi- Anyways, where's the child?
Finland: Peter's in his room :333
Lady: Is he the twelve year old with the purple hat that ran away?
Me: No, that's me
Lady: ...... And how old are you?
Me: About 17
Lady: Wow, okay. Who called the police yesterday?
Norway: I did
Lady: You are-?
Norway: His big brother
Me: No you're not
Lady: Is he or is he not?
Me: ...... He technically is-
She scribbled a couple things in some sort of notebook and then kept asking us stuff
Lady: I usually protect CHILDREN, but I'll make an exception here since you're still technically a minor. Please tell me who you live with... And what you think about them
Me: ..... I live with my... brother Nor- LUKAS... He's an okay person... but he forces me to call him big brother and is very overprotective sometimes
Lady: And how does that make you feel?
Me: It makes me feel.... a little insecure about myself and sad
Norway: *GLARING*
Lady: Who else do you live with?
Me: I live with Den- MATHIAS... He's my um...... uh...
Denmark: Dad
Me: He's my dad- wait what?
Lady: Are you both blood related?
Me: No
Lady: Where are your parents?
Norway: He doesn't have parents
Lady: *whispers* Are they dead?
Me: No. I just don't have them
Lady: ..... Nobody here is blood related to you?
Norway: I am-
Finland: I adopted him as a son! Sort of...
Lady: Wasn't the pineapple guy his dad?
Norway: He's my dad
Denmark: CHOKE ME-
Sweden: Please stop-
Lady: And who are YOU?
Sweden: I'm Sweden
Lady: .....
Finland: HAHAHA, STUPID FOREIGNER! HE MEANS HE'S FROM SWEDEN
Sweden: wife-
Lady: ..... You're his wife?
Finland: D-Don't be silly!
Lady: ..... ANYWAYS! Why did you run away?
Me: I was chasing my puffin...
Lady: ..... okay... I'm going to be very honest here. Your family seems like a bunch of freaks. This is a toxic environment for someone like you
Me: wut
Lady: So you're coming with me and we'll find your parents... Where are you from?
Me: Iceland-
Lady: WHOOO, WHAT'S THAT? HAHAHA- pack your stuff
Norway: You can't take him away!
Lady: *shows everyone legal stuff* This says otherwise. I'll be also taking the other child
Finland: BUT PETER IS VERY YOUNG AND GOING THROUGH PHASES!
Sealand: *walks in* Ey, you ol' sluts! It's ya boi peperoni here!
Lady: ..... I'll be taking this one then
So... That's the story of how a lady forced me to travel to Iceland and start searching for my nonexistent parents
The farewell was pretty sad, but we all knew I was going to return after the lady decides I'm annoying as fuck
Also, Mr. Puffin followed us so yeah
And now I'm traveling in a plane with a woman who doesn't even know my name
Yay
-Iceland
I have no idea anymore just go with it