HEY DIARY,
Norgey has to seriously learn to accept help. I mean seriously. I mean, me, Sve, Tino, Icy, and Sweden and Finland's kid, Sea-whatever are there for him, right? Today, Norway tripped and twisted his ankle while he and Iceland were having 'alone time' while exploring a fjord...How creepy...Anyways, Iceland was about to help, but that lil clumsy derp ALSO tripped and landed in the water. Sometime later, I think, Russia fished him out and delivered him back to us in a box. Anyways, no one (except me, of course!) realised that Norway was gone (I mean, seriously, it's nice to not have him hovering over you, but still, he's a good guy, right?) and everything went on like normal, blah, blah, Iceland slept for a couple of hours, Berwald married Tino again (something like that), the works. HERE'S THE COOL PART.
I went out to go find more territory for ME and guess who I stumbled across? Good. Old. NORGEY. Yes, he was sitting there like nothing happened, and even though his ankle was twisted and couldn't walk, he just stared at the other side like he was zoning out (count, 89762th time he did that) so I went up to him. That's right. Papa Denmark went up to him, and his little curl slapped me. For a black dot that weighs less than air, it actually hurts...
ANYWAYS, THEN Norway heard me (manly scream out, of course) and told me that the curl was set on defense mode. Wow.
Our conversation after that went something like this;
"Hey Norgey!"
"..."
"Norgey?"
"..."
"NORWAY!"
"..."
"EARTH TO NORWAY!"
"..."
"Norway?"
"...I can hear you, you know."
"Okay."
And then we just sat there. IT WAS SO BORING. Norway didn't even talk, and when I patted him on the shoulder, the curl whacked me again.
Eventually, the sun started setting. Imagine the prettiest thing you ever saw. Now multiply that by fifty. What's the answer? Well, first things first, a good salesperson never gives away his secrets...But seriously, it actually looked nice. Norway even blinked a few times! How amazing is that? Well, after that, it was boring again. Then it got dark. Then I fell asleep, and I think I woke up to my own snoring. (delicate snoring, if you please.)
BUT GET THIS. It wasn't my snoring. It was Norgey's. Like, he had fallen asleep sitting upwards, how creepy is that? So I did the nice thing. I piggybacked him home. And I think I heard him say something, but I wasn't sure. I'm writing this from my room in my house (and yes, norgey is there, snoring like hell on my bed). I guess I'll go to sleep now. Maybe on the sofa. Norway'll freak if he wakes up next to me.
~Mathias Køhler (the king, yeah!)