A/N: Hi people who pretty much accidentally accessed into HundredPercentHetalian's mind! First story! So don't tell me "That is horrible" okay? Took LolliDictator's manuals, do you have a problem with that?
Rated T for cussing, yeah
Disclaimer: I do not own ANYTHING other than Mina Cromwell, her Grandma, and Tom. Hidekaz Himaruya owns Hetalia and LolliDictator own the manuals.
I SUCK AND FAIL on grammar and British English. My best friend told me that before, and I won't deny it.
Prologue
Hello, to whomever that has picked up this journal. First, I will say that I am happy for you and sad for you at the same time. You'll figure it out soon enough.
A Few Facts I Am Certain Of
My name is Mina Cromwell. I am 17, and I live all alone in a giant mansion with like, 7 bed rooms in Nevada, in some really small town that pretty much no one knows. I am crazy for Anime and Manga, especially Hetalia.
And this is my journal that you are reading.
The few days that I have been writing this journal has been heaven and hell to me at the same time. Kinda like Grandpa Rome's song jumbled all together. England police and cook. Germany technician and police. France cook and technician. Switzerland banker and lover. Italy lover and banker. Get it?
Since you have opened this journal, you HAVE to read it all the way through. Don't put it down, throw it away, or skip to the last page if you value your future and life. I'm not kidding. I am not the kind of person that kids around with these kinds of stuff. So read it, all the way, okay?
One More Important Fact
Where I am right now? Not at my house. I can't tell you. But you'll figure it out in the end….
Now, let me show you eight days of my life. It all started when I answered that doorbell…..
