Maple D'harcey sat in her room on her bed, Indian-style. She hated it where she was. She hated this country. Why? Well, merely because it wasn't Germany. It was America. Supposedly her older sister Ginger would get paid more than she did in Germany. Maple loathed the decisions her sister made sometimes.
Ginger hadn't even talked to Maple or her sisters before she made the decision. Maybe she just assumed that Maple and her sisters would like it there so she didn't have to tell them.
Sure, Maple loved American music. And sure, she had taken a liking to a lot of American novels.
But she also liked tomatoes more than she liked wurst. That didn't mean she wanted to go to Spain. She was fascinated by the technology Estonia had. That didn't mean she wanted to go to Estonia. She was an Otaku. That didn't mean she wanted to go to Japan. She really enjoyed tea and scones. That sure as heck didn't mean she wanted to move to the UK or Austria.
So that wouldn't be logical.
They hadn't even moved to a good neighborhood, or even a a good city for that matter. She was told to deal with it and to make the best of it. She was told to be happy and to try to make new friends.
She couldn't. That wasn't something she did. She couldn't be happy because of her depression. She couldn't make new friends because she was too anti-social to try to make friends if someone didn't talk to her first. Honestly, she didn't want to make new friends or play with anyone or even talk. She wanted to just sit down in the corner and write in her journal or play video games or read manga.
She reached under her bed and pulled out a trunk. She unlocked it and took a black and white notebook that had the Prussian flag design on the cover and opened it to the first page. She had had another journal before, and sever al others as she wrote an entry every day since she was three, but she started a new one for her new life in America. She picked up a pencil and began to write.
Dear Diary,
Yeah, I'm starting with that, but that doesn't mean I'm one of those girls who are always writing pointless stuff in their diaries for the sole reason that they just can. This is a super special diary.
Today I finally arrived at my new house. I hate it here. It's like I died and God forced me to go down to Hell. In case you didn't know, I'm in America. Stupidest country on the face of this Earth. Besides France and China, but that's judging from my anime, so whatever.
Anyway, I was contemplating suicide or something just to get myself out of here. At church, I was taught children don't go to Hell. But...one thought always stops me...
"What would King Fredrick do?" Now, I know you're probably wondering who the heck Fredrick is, so I'll explain.
King Fredrick Williams II of Prussia, otherwise known as Fredrick the Great or Der Alte Fritz. is the king who brought Prussia to greatness. He is my idol, my inspiration, my source of motivation. When things got tough, he didn't just say, "Bye peeps, we're screwed, so I'm out" and kill himself. He stood up and fought.
Thinking about Prussia leads me to something else right now. Prussia was awesome, right? Yeah, and according to my history textbook, Prussia sent military leaders to help America out with the Revolutionary War. Can you see where I'm going with this?
Exactly.
If Prussia cared enough to help America, America must have DESERVED it. And the only way there's even a slight chance that America could have even REMOTELY deserved Prussia's help is if America was awesome. Yeah?
Mhm.
"Maaaaaay~" It was Ginger.
"Was?" Maple yelled back in response.
"It's time for dinner! And I've told you, no more German! We aren't in Germany anymore!"
"Whatever..."
She picked up her pencil and finished her entry.
It's time for me to go eat dinner now I guess. I'll write another entry tonight before I go to sleep, I guess.
~Maple D'harcey, soon-to-be failure at being considered a "normal" kid by American standard
She sighed end stood up, tossing her journal on her bed.
As she went down the stairs, she muttered under her breath, "Friedrich der Große, leid mir Kraft..."
Author's Note: Wooo~ This sucks so much so far, doesn't it? Yeah... Well, tell me what you think~! Und, just the same as any of the other stories I post, don't be afraid to say it's awful or that it's the stupidest thing you've ever read or point out every flaw~! Just don't lie about what you really think, okay? I love all reviews, good and bad. ^-^ Should I continue this or should I start something else and scrap this...? I think I'll continue this, but I really want to know what you guys think~!
Now, for the translations:
Was? - What?
Friedrich der Große, leid mir Kraft. - Fredrick the Great, lend me strength.
