Dear Mr. Diary,
Hello, my name is Canada! I am mainly writing to you because our bosses told all of the countries to, but I hope we can become good friends. (Please don't forget me like everyone else…)
Today was the world meeting. You know the one where all of the countries come to "discuss" the problems in the world? Yeah well, it went as usual, with America shouting at everyone voting himself as unofficial leader and England trying to shut him up. My brother can be quite loud sometimes. Mr. Germany ended up having to step in to establish some sort of order in the room. I went ignored as usual, unless countries asked me who I was or why there were two Americas in the room. Even my own Papa hardly acknowledged me! At least Mr. Russia didn't sit on me this time.
What is all that noise in my kitchen? Excuse me Mr. Diary I will be right back.
It was my bear Kumakiko. Kumajiro? Erm, well my hungry polar bear tried to serve himself fish. Instead he broke a plate. He even asked me who I was for the umpteenth time! I hope he will at least remember that I am the one who feeds him. Speaking of food, I want some pancakes. See you soon Mr. Diary.
Sincerely,
Canada
Author's Note: Hello readers! If any are in existence. Uhm, this is my first story and so reviews and critiques would be appreciated. I am basically writing diary entries for many of the countries. I am unsure of how I want this to play out so bear with me ~