OK, first things first. I know perfectly well that diaries are girly, and everything. But it doesn't mean I'm a total wuss! It's just a little notebook where I can keep a record of my awesomeness, so I can look back on it when I am ruler of the entire world and laugh at how stupid all my classmates were, for not realising how totally awesome I was until I dominated the universe.

That's what I told Ludwig, but he still doesn't believe me. He just gave me that kind of okay Gil, whatever, but it's still weird look, and went off to his room to finish some stupid maths revision thing.

Seriously! I still can't believe he's my brother. There's no way we're actually related. I mean, I'm not even German for a start. Ludwig keeps telling me I am, but the thing is, where I was born is also where this huge place called 'Prussia' was located ages and ages ago, so I'm technically Prussian.

My name is Gillian, but everyone calls me Gil. And yes, they pronounce it 'Gillian' instead of 'Jillian', like it's supposed to be pronounced, because they're all retards. I don't mind it though; anything's better than a sappy name like Gillian. 'Gil' is much better.

I attend Hetalia High, which is where Ludwig goes too. He's my little brother by one year, but we aren't anything alike. I have short, scruffy silver hair and scarlet eyes, and he's your total perfect guy, with blond hair and blue eyes. I wear denim jeans and red polo shirts, and he wears baggy khaki pants and black vests. I'm totally awesome, and he's just… not. I call him West, and he calls me Gil. We get on pretty well, for brother and sister.

Right now, he's fast asleep. Our parents are out of town, and they decided that because I'm sixteen, and Ludwig is fifteen, we'd manage fine on our own. I called round Francis and Antonio the minute they had left, and a bunch of other friends too, and West called round a bunch of his friends, and bingo, we had a totally awesome party set up.

West gets tired easily, so he fell asleep just as the party ended. I brought beer, and Francis brought wine (posh, uptown kid. Huh!) so by the time the party had kind-of drained out, most of us were too drunk to make it home, and a bunch just stayed over at our place. I know, we're all only sixteen and whatever, but still! Beer tastes good, OK?

He's lying on his own bed now, completely conked out. Next to him is his little Italian boyfriend, Feliciano. Yeah, okay, I know that Ludwig denies it every time I mention Feli, but it's so obvious he likes him. I don't mind Feli; he's good fun, and makes pasta all the time when he comes round to visit, but seriously. West needs to get up the guts and just ask him out already.

Feliciano's all curled up next to him, and it looks kind-of sweet. Well, it would, if I was a freaking sissy like Elizabeta. West will totally kill me if he finds out, but I lean forward and drape his arm over Feli, who smiles a little in his sleep. I grin, thinking about West's face when he wakes up, and wander out of his room to go check on the others. Ludwig was lucky enough to only have to share his room with Feli, because of his dogs. They take up so much space that no-one else could sleep in there. My room, though? It's packed.

In my room are my friends, Francis and Antonio. Francis is lying on a blanket on the floor, still holding a bottle of wine in his hand, and Antonio is sleeping in my old sleeping-bag, that I used to bring to exams to piss of the teachers, until my parents were called in. We've been friends since the beginning of school, and people call us the 'Bad Touch' trio. Badass, right?

Francis is a total flirt. That's how we met. On my first day, he took my hand and kissed in registration, and I slapped him in the face. He just laughed, and I laughed too, and I think I'm the only girl he doesn't try to kiss now. He's a great friend for advice, surprisingly; he's a total airhead and everything, but the first person Antonio and I go to for help. He has wavy blonde hair, and blue eyes, and is brilliant when it comes to ways to piss people off, Arthur in particular. Francis is fun.

Antonio's so still he looks like he's in a coma, but he always looks like that. Party hard by day and sleep fast by night, that's how he works. He's always bursting with energy, and we met when he crashed into me in the corridor, and I dropped all my books on top of him. He looked so totally shocked, and completely hilarious just lying on the floor covered with books that I couldn't help but laugh, and when I'd finally picked up all my books and helped him off the floor, he introduced himself, and we chatted the whole way to Science. He's totally obsessed with Feli's twin brother, Lovino, which I don't get. I mean, Lovino's a total bitch to him, and he still loves him. But Antonio's weird like that sometimes.

Yeah, I know. They're not your ideal friends, and my mom keeps pestering me to make friends with some girls, and not hang out with them so much. The thing is though, girls are so boring. All they do is talk about clothes and boy bands and stupid things like that, and then there's the whole 'talking about your emotions' thing, which just pisses me off. Girls are so over-emotional and romantic, whereas boys are just blunt and fun and carefree and cool. Asides from Yao, none of my friends are girls. And I like it that way.

Lovino stayed over too, and he's fast asleep next to Antonio. He looks so mild and innocent when he's asleep, so peaceful you'd never guess that he could give you a good bruise if you annoyed him. Lovino is angry and irritable, and Antonio's had a crush on him for ages now. Maybe I could work my magic on these two, I thought mischievously, gently pushing Lovi over so he was nestled beside Antonio. Bang on time, Antonio reached out and wrapped his arm around Lovino. You know, at this rate I'll be overtaking Francis with my awesome pair-up skills.

Lying on my bed (I know! I had to sleep on the freaking floor because of them) are Yao and Kiku. They're adopted siblings, Chinese and Japanese, and Yao's my only girl friend. She's pretty cool, and she has a whole bunch of awesome little Hello Kitty things in her schoolbag that everyone teased her about, until she brought a wok to school and hit them over the head with it. That was the day we became friends. Kiku's West's friend, and I suppose he's OK. He's a lot quieter than his sister, that's for sure.

I wander off into our biggest bedroom, my parent's room, to see who's in there, and almost burst out laughing. Alfred's asleep, but he's still sitting up, right in the middle of the double bed, still wearing his party hat and still holding his party blower in his hand. Alfred's a good friend of mine; he's tall and blonde, with crazy big blue eyes. Resting his head on Alfred's shoulder is Arthur. Arthur's a blonde too, but with scruffy hair and not as tall as Alfred. He snaps at Alfred all the time, and is extremely sarcastic when he wants to be. Arthur's British, and has a badass accent. I keep asking him to say things, because he pronounces them all weird, and it kind-of annoys him. He and Alfred have been friends for ages.

Lying on the floor in four sleeping-bags, are the Nordics. Well, excluding Emil. He and Kaoru left just as the party ended, along with a bunch of others who hadn't drunk themselves stupid, or were friends with those who had had drunk themselves stupid and wanted to stay with them.

Mathias is fast asleep, arms stuck out at odd angles, and Lukas is sleeping about a foot away from him. Mathias and Lukas are the funniest ever. Mathias is loud and obnoxious, and Lukas is quiet and contained, but as a tendency to strangle Mathias on his own tie when he becomes a little too annoying. Mathias is always tagging after Lukas, and forever whining 'Norge!' when Lukas ignores him, but you can see that Lukas loves being around him.

Next to them are Berwald and Tino, lying wrapped around each other on the mattress. They are the sweetest (no, wait, mustn't use girly vocabulary) couple ever. They've been going out for so long now, they could announce their engagement and no-one would blink an eyelid. Tino's tiny, and loves everything pretty, and Berwald's tall and expressionless, but we know he adores Tino.

I still can't believe they're still asleep. It's 6am already! I know I'm an early riser, because Gilbird pecks me on the head at five every morning to wake me up and I'm kinda used to it now, but still! The party ended at one! They've had plenty of sleep. Just then I trip over a step and hear someone wake up. Oops.

"Argh! Tomato bastard, why are you so close?"

"Lovi? Huh? What are you doing, mi tomate?"

"Mon ami, keep it down! Some of us 'ave 'angovers, you know!"

"Ve? Romano, was that you?"

"Shut it, fratello!"

"Vat are you lot all yelling for! You'll vake everyone up!"

"It's a bit late for that, aru. Everyone is already awake."

Okay… now's probably a good moment to slip back onto the couch and pretend I was asleep the whole time…