Dear The World. The Dairies Of Hetalia

The island that refused

This was requested by APH-Malta it took me a while to research this. The picture above is Malta, look her up if you don't know anything about her.

One by one the countries walked into the meeting room. Soon everyone took their seat and Sealand started to read.

Sea: Okay this is Malta.

Wy: Who?

Malta: ME!

A young girl looking around the age of sixteen or seventeen stood up slapped her chest. She had tanish skin, brown curly hair, and brown eyes. She wore a red, black and white dress with a red head band.

Malta: Why do people always forget that I am a country, seriously I'm forgotten more than Canada.

Eng: that's not true love.

Malta: Oh really, tell me why?

Eng: Well, Because you were under my rule for many years, and your like a little sister too me.

Malta sat back down, her face turned a bit red from what he said. She crossed her arms and mumbled something under her breath.

Spain: Remember that I also taught you how to defend yourself.

She smiled at the memory, even though Spain almost let her get taken by napoleon, he was a good friend.

Ita: Also remember we met through the Holy Roman Empire.

Mal: Oh yeah, heh how could I forget. You were so different back then.

Sea: Okay, we get it so this is her's, Dear diary, today france came over again. We've started become good friends, the only thing that stops us from being really good friends is England. Every time france comes to the house England starts to become really clingy to me. It's starting to get annoying.

France: Ohononon, was someone jealous?

England stood up and was about to punch France, but was held back by Scotland, Wales and the Ireland twins.

Scot: Let it go laddie!

Eng: I'm going to kill the bloody frog.

Wales: What do you have against him?

England looks at his brother, his evil arua forming around him, almost to the point of scaring his brothers.

Eng: I don't like the way he's looking at Malta.

Malta had enough of this and stood angry in front of England, arms crossed the english man's and her aruas clashing.

Mal: Why are you jealous anyway?

France: Ohononon, come on black sheep of europe, is it because you zhink zhat she pays more attention to moi.

England stopped and shook his brothers off of him and fixed his suit.

Eng: Of course not, I just. Nevermind.

Malta sighed and sat back down, the others followed suit.

Sea: Well then. This is England's, Dear diary, today that frog, France, came over today. All he did while he was here was talk to Emma (Malta's human name). He thinks that I'm jealous, that's not true, it's just that I don't want her to leave me like america did.

Malta: Oh, so that's why?

England just nodded his head and covered his slightly blushing face.

France: Well, it is true zhat I can sweep women off zheir feet, but mon ami, I would never take her away forcefully from you.

Mal: Plus, he wouldn't be an as good big brother.

England looked up at the young girl and smiled at her. A few giggles from the nations could be heard.

Sea: Oi, if you are done then can we continue.

Eng: Whatever you little twat.

Sea: This is Malta's, Dear diary, Italy and I have been friends for awhile but I not sure what to do know. He and Germany are trying to take my land, I'm not going to let them. I've worked too hard for my country to let it be taken like that. I won't lose without a fight!

Italy looked down shamefully, Germany placed a hand on his shoulder. They both remembered that they fought untill America distracted them with the battle of Tunisia.

Ita: I'm-a sorry. I am so-a sorry about-a that.

Mal: *sigh* it was war, and I did what I had to, to protect my country.

Germ: Ja, still I really am sorry Emma.

Malta gave a smile at the two of them.

Mal: Well at least America came in before it got too out of hand.

Ameri: Well I am the hero after all.

America just smiled and posed. Germany face-palmed himself and Italy looked like he was sad.

Mal: Italy, I told you, I forgave you, so just forgive yourself now. We were friends before the war, and we are still friends.

Ita: How can-a I ever truly make-a it up to-a you?

Mal: How about you make me some pasta?

Italy's face lit up and he started blabbering about pasta.

Ita: I-a promise to make-a you the best-a pasta there ever was! I won't-a stop till the-a pasta is perfezionare (I used Google translate sorry if it's wrong)

Mal: That's enough.

Ita: I will-a make you the best-a pasta ever.

Mal: That's enough.

Romano: Be quiet! You are-a so annoying sometimes.

With that Italy stopped talking about pasta, but it didn't stop him from drawing out his 'master plan' for pasta.