Dear Diary:
Yeah, I totally didn't write anything yesterday. You should blame the pen I was gonna use.
Anyways, yesterday was actually pretty normal. Hong Kong went back to his house, because he's obviously not gonna stay at mine for his whole life. That would be cruel.
It's not morning anymore, so I really don't understand why nobody's up yet. I'm just gonna use this little moment of peace to clear my mind...
....
It's too quiet, I can't focus.
Wait. I just checked my phone and I have like 50 missed calls and 100 messages, all from the same number. Well then. Oh, wait I'm getting a call. Yeah, I'll answer quick and then... yeah you get it-
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Hey, I'm back from the police station. "Police station?" Yes, police station. Let me explain...
I answered the phone and-
Me: Hello?
Norway: YOU LITTLE FUCKER, I'VE BEEN CALLING YOU FOR TWO DAYS STRAIGHT-
Me: Wait, what??
Finland: HE ANSWERED? GODDAMMIT ICELAND, WHAT THE HELL????!!!!
Me: Why are you even calling me?
Norway: ...... did you not notice that we weren't home for about two days?
Me: ........
Norway: ....... of course. Okay so-
Finland: FUCK EXPLANATIONS! COME GET US OUT OF JAIL, ICELAND!
Me: Jail? What happened? Wait, you guys are ALL there?
Finland: Yes. Guys, say hi-
Denmark: HEY!
Sweden: Hm
Norway: Apparently, it's illegal to feed ducks at a pond.
Denmark: I already said sorry!
Me: Wait, why is that illegal? Who made that a law?
Finland: .........
Me: ..... Finland?
Finland: I WAS DRUNK!
Sweden: I wanna get out of here... now, if possible.
Norway: Yes, be a good little brother and come get us out of jail.
Me: ...... fine.
So I had to get out of my comfort zone to get the bunch of numbskulls out of jail. Geez- I don't even know why they didn't get out themselves. And how can you possibly go to jail for feeding ducks? Seriously. How fucked up are we?
We got home, and all that blah.
I'm seriously relieved that they didn't ask why I didn't answer the phone for two days or what I was doing during that time.
Oh well.
Now that I think about, I've seriously been leaving my responsibilities aside lately. I barley even remembered to feed Mr. Puffin. I remembered it the hard way... I'd rather not talk about what happened.
Well... I don't really think there's anything else to write about now. Um... yeah, today's entry was short, but what do you expect, diary? Interesting things aren't gonna happen to me every day. Also, I don't really think you enjoy getting your pages tattooed every single day.
-Iceland
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Iceland's Diary: It Began In Summer
FanfictionNorway gives Iceland a diary he bought at the dollar store for no reason in particular. Iceland starts writing in it out of pity, narrating his shitty life and awkward teenage adventures with his friends and the rest of the Nordics. And that's pret...
