Shortish chapter. Sorry :C Thanks for all the reviews guys :D
March 12th
Who the hell uses singing as a cure for a hangover? Especially horrible, off-key, and extremely loud singing.
Apparantely the same type of people who have NO DECENCY AT ALL and roam around the house in only his boxers.
I don't care if this is his house dammit! the bastard should be more considerate towards guests! I don't want to see his toned a
I DONT WANT TO SEE A HALF NAKED SPAIN IN THE MORNING DAMMIT
speaking of being considerate towards guests, you know what he did?
he gave me the usual annoying as hell morning hug, and THEN WHAT?
he gave me a good morning kiss on the cheek
what the HELL? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
After I decked him in the stomach, he went off about how i used to let him do that all the time. yeah, when I was little, dumbass! when I didn't know he was such a pedophile!
I'm going back to my house now because it should be completely rid of any traces of the potato bastard now, and I'm currently in the backseat of Spain's car and soooo bored. Why? Because he insisted on driving me back, even though I'm fully capable of doing it for myself (bastard). He also insisted on keeping a crate full of tomatoes in the front instead of me. So that he could "keep an eye" on them and he's talking to them...lovingly. puke.
why do people think my anger's always misdirected?
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home sweet home sweet home
no potato bastards
no annoying brother (but he's with that potato-eating douche)
no tomato bastards
I am in heaaaaven and with that crate of tomatoes, because no way I was going to let that dumbass take them home after kicking me out of the front seat for them
i'm also watching TV
It's some wedding program, but I'm only watching it for Feli's sake (and it's a totally manly thing to do so shut the fuck up) Even though him and the macho potato tend to forget they're engaged, someone has to be ready with something when they decide that they want to get married. Which, by the way, should be fucking never.
i'm not having a potato-in-law
If Spain was serious and I accepted (for convinience, dammit) then we'd do none of this fluffy shit on the television.
Because fluffy shit like that is for women, and I'm not going to squeal over the colour of my roses because everyone knows white roses are cliche and that red roses are much better and more passionate for a day like the wedding day and you should not place the in-laws beside each other because theyre already pissed at each other because their kids are totally banging.
And what the hell is with walking down the aisle? It's so much wasted effort and like half the guests are asleep by the time the person gets to the altar.
I think Antonio would walk down the aisle, because there's no way I'm doing something so damn stupid.
dammit
mental image begone!
March 13th
Who starts cleaning the house for a birthday party 4 days early? Idiot brothers, that's who.
He tried to make me clean out all the washrooms! What the fuck? They're fucking clean enough, thank you very much, and even if they weren't I wouldn't bother because they'd get dirty anyways from the weirdos that my brother calls 'friends'
Speaking of birth days, Spain called this morning and asked what I wanted for my birthday...5 fucking times
he's fucking stupid
He called me the first time and I told him that I don't know
he called me the second time, 5 minutes later, if I know now, and I told the bastard that if i didnt know 5 minutes ago, I wouldn't know now
He called me the THIRD time half an hour later, and I told the bastard to fuck off and hung up
the fourth time was him apologizing and just saying that he just wanted to know what i wanted for my birthday and I told him that after a fucktillion years of knowing me, he should know what i would want (because it's true!)
and then the FIFTH fucking time because some people are just a bit too damn stupid to take a hint, he called and told me that i was like some puzzle or some shit (really? a puzzle? the fuck?) and he needed just a tiny bit of help and i told him he could go suck my dick for all i care
then he was all like "Oh, so that's what you want for your birthday~"
THE
FUCK
March 14th
My head hurts so much from the excessive stupid that surrounds me. For some reason, Feliciano wants to decorate our house for the birthday party.
We're not fucking 6 year olds dammit!
A list of what is in Feliciano's bag of fucktardery:
banners
streamers
more streamers
fucking glitter
and these weirdass red paper lanterns that he said Spain told him to get because they look like tomatoes
he also asked me if I'm still writing in my dia-journal and if I'm still talking about Spain a lot and I told him to go mind his business. And now he's putting glitter on the paper lanterns that he just hung up so they "sparkle like stars"
Time to go back to tomato bastard's place
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...or not.
He seems to have remembered the phone conversation from the other day, and asked if I still wanted that. I glared at him, hoping the perverted bastard would get the hint. He didn't.
My body repelled off his stupidity all the way back home.
March 15th
Can't escape
Too much streamers
Can't breathe
Stupid ass chocolate cake, does it really have to be in the shape of Italy? and does it really have to have two tiny dolls of us on it?
Too much glitter
One too many potato bastards coming over to 'help'
Our kitchen is currently completely destroyed because Feliciano's becoming a cooking maniac. NO ONE'S GOING TO EAT THAT MUCH SHIT, NOT EVEN ME.
Two more days til this torture is over
March 16th
ONE. MORE. DAY.
shit I will be so glad when this is done.
Some people were obviousley too fucking stupid to read the invitations that were sent out, and now our house is over crowded. Speaking of our invitations, Feliciano made them (big mistake) and they're so fucking gay
He drew us as how we looked when we were little kids, except he put me in a dress too. And he didn't even draw it in the way he normally does. Japan showed him how to draw him in the style with his weird cartoons, and that's what Feliciano drew on the invitations. They're also pasted onto bright pink paper. Not even a hot pink, so that people would think that he's just on a constant trip or something. No, just bright pink.
Anyways, as I wrote before, our house is fucking full. We have potato bastard, Japan, potato bastard #2, wine bastard, and to round off the trio of dipshittery, tomato bastard.
Speaking of tomato bastard, now that I have bought a lock for this stupid journal (which is not a fucking girly thing to do) I can finally write some shit in here in peace without having to censor everything from a certain dumbass brother's idiot eyes.
Today, tomato bastard kissed me. No build up through the day, no build up in the last five minutes before it happened even, no warning, no. We were in the basement, getting out all the good liquor, and I asked him to get this one bottle from the top rack. not because I couldn't reach because the bastard's like only 4 inches taller than me anyways, but my hands were filled with bottles. And he's all "Ofcourse, anything for you Lovi~" in that stupid voice.
Then he kissed me. The bastard kissed me on the fucking lips.
Of course, being the manly man I am, I did not freak out. I calmly set down all the bottles I was holding, then proceeded to deck him. He's all like some whiney shit on how I was so mean but it balanced out because I was going all red like a fucking tomato and he found it so cute because he's missing like half the braincells in his head. I told him to go suck it up and be a man and go fuck off.
Well, almost. I tried. I told him to go fuck off and he's like "But this is part of your birthday gift!"
I told him in a loud, manly voice (I do not scream) that he should...atleast give a warning. I would have totally continued on, telling him that he should give a warning so that I could kick his ass in advance, but he kissed me again. THIS TIME HE USED TONGUE. The bastard literally forced my lips open and tried to make out with me!
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.I was kinda curious, and in one of my really fucking generous and slightly stupid moods, so I let him. ONLY FOR TEN SECONDS.
Then he said it was like eating a tomato, because I was red on the outside, and tasted like one on the inside.
WAY TO KILL THE MOOD DUMBASS
And then it struck me, that he said it was part of my birthday gift.
I HOPE THAT BASTARD DIDNT THINK THAT 'SUCK MY DICK' COMMENT WAS SERIOUS
and he wonders why i kicked him out of my bed when he tried to crawl in. I think I'm going to just curl up in bed until tomorrow is over.
Wow, I sound like a teenage girl. Laaame
Damn tomato bastard. I don't even feel like talking about the rest of my day, which was equally stupid because Feliciano wanted to go shopping for matching outfits for the party tommorow, and threw a shitfit when I said that it was the stupidest idea ever. And then I had to end up going with him, because other wise the potato bastard would try to 'comfort' him, and then the wino would try to join in. 3 hours of going through tons of stores, and the only reason I spent so much money in buying so many clothes was because I needed them, not because they looked fucking good and I couldn't help myself dammit!
One day, I'm going to kill them all. or atleast lock them up in a smelly dungeon with Russia.
I can see Romano always on the verge of spilling his heart out into his diary, but stopping himself just short 'cause he's oh so manry. Next update should be soon ;D reviews please?
