Why do people hate me so much? I didn't do anything to anyone. Everyone thinks I'm so narcissistic, arrogant, and selfish. Is it illegal to care about yourself these days? It sure seems like it. Anyway, for some weird reason people have this idea that I'm in love with myself and think I'm going to be "forever alone." How did they come up with that? Even if I did love myself that is no reason to talk bad about me or stop hanging out with me without warning. At least Spain, France, Denmark, and America are still friends with me. I will never admit this to anyone or even say it allowed, but I have no clue what I would do without them. I want to tell them, but I don't want them to think I'm pathetic. They probably already go the hint when everyone started to hate on me. Well except for Spain. I tried to do that solitude shit for a week, but France and Spain took me out of it because apparently I was acting weird. How did Japan do that for a year? I guess I'm too awesome to be by myself. I need to rub my awesomeness on other people, that's why I go crazy when I'm alone for too long. Those people who hate me get to miss out on my awesomeness.

I heard someone running up the stairs, so I closed my diary and slid it under my bed. Don't worry, I don't really keep it there. That's just where I put it for emergencies.

Spain burst open to door,"Dinner's ready!"

"I hope you didn't make it."

He smiled,"No, France did."

"Good." I stood up and followed Spain into the kitchen.

I forgot to tell you,"France and Spain live with me, so we wont have to spend so much of our money on a house. I wish I could take credit for this awesome idea, but it was America who suggested it to us when Spain complained about not being able to buy lot's of tomatoes. I swear Romano and tomatoes are the only things he really cares about.

The worst thing about France's cooking is that he make us eat an appetizer, and today we had to have to most unoriginal appetizer you could think of. I really hope that Spain isn't the only one who can't guess it. you know what, I'm not even going to tell you. I put some ranch stuff on mine, and ate it with a fork. Spain just picked all the tomatoes out of it and didn't even eat the rest of it. When France came into the dinning room I asked him a question.

"Why can't we just eat like normal people?" I wined.

"But if we ate like normal people, you wouldn't be awesome, no?"

I sighed,"Well I don't care about being awesome in the food department. No one really cares about what you eat anyway."

"People do care. If people didn't zhen zhey wouldn't care if America ate too much."

Spain ate his last tomato and smiled,"He has a point."

I laughed,"Okay let's just carry on with dinner."

So we ate the main course and then ate desert.

This was the last time that I didn't have to suffer the consequences of that stupid decision.

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I thought the first one sucked, so I'm redoing it.