A/N: Welcome to "The journal of Corporal Cat"! 3 I hope you guys enjoy the first chapter~ And I know thats its a very small chapter, but its supposed to be. In the next chapaters, they will be a LOT longer. This is to try and set the mood, y'know? Anyway, the storyline of this is about the life of corporal cat. Its based around his journal/diary, and I know. "Cats don't have diaries or journals!" This is the world of Hetalia, anything can happy! C: Later on will have hints of JapanXGreece, but I don't think it will be anything hardcore. I'm trying to keep this as happy as possible. 3
I hope you guys like it~
Dear Diary,
Today is the 15th June, 1996. I've spent another day sat in this box, located somewhere in a dark alleyway. It is raining yet again, and I can't seem to make my way out of here. The heavy rain soaks the box, causing it to slowly sink. If I wasn't so small, I would be able to simple jump out. But how can I? I'm still a kitten...perhaps if I manage to grow, I would be able to. But that is very un-likely.
I've been sat in this box for several days now, ever since that boy placed me in here. His cat had just given birth to me, and he was un-able to afford to look after me. Perhaps he put me here in hope to get a new owner. Or perhaps he just put me here to die. It's impossible for me to find food. I'm stuck in the middle of an ally-way. That kid should learn to think things through.
It was night, and there was no one in sight. Well, from my point of view. I had eventually given up on hoping for someone to come. I yawned, closing my eyes while doing so. A small 'meow' escaped from my mouth, as I lied down ready to sleep. No matter what position I was in, I was was the bloody rain. Perhaps it would be gone by the time I woke up.
Signed~
Cat.