Chapter two! Prussia's diary starts here. I'm trying to write this just like Prussia would, but... I don't know if it's working or not. Don't worry, there's no one death in this chapter, but maybe the next chapter ;)

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-Tuesday-

We're trapped. How stupid is that?

It's that dummkopf America's fault, no doubt. Firstly, why he was so freaking impulsive and drag the members of G8 plus the awesome me and China to a deserted factory in the middle of nowhere –in the other words, here– immediately after World Conference? Without supplies, if I might add. Not that the awesome me afraid, of course not, but even I wouldn't be so idiotic.

Secondly,who in the fucking world would lose the key to the only functional door in the whole factory five minutes after he touch it? Why he was locking the door in the first place just to play with us is escaped me. I admit, it was a good joke, but at least I know when to do my pranks (West was rolling his eyes to me at this point; I wonder why). Fortunately, there were England, West, and China to knock some sense in that thick skull of his, but the damage is done. All the other doors was either locked or broken to the point it couldn't be opened, and the windows were nailed with some sort of board. The chimney was no use either; it was blocked by bricks. It's strange why the door wouldn't even budge after Alfred kicked 'em with his abnormal strength. What's stranger, there's not even another one hole that big enough for any of us to get out from here, and there's no signal here. I'm pretty sure I was texting with Antonio before I walked inside. What is this place, some sort of prison/secret CIA/occultism building, where some kind of signal-blocking device was planted? Or maybe the mixture of three, who knows?

I found this journal when we were rummaging through this abandoned factory, hoping to find some sort of hidden passage –not likely– or maybe something useful for us to help pass this night. Maybe tomorrow someone will realize that nations are missing and search for us, calling buldozers along the way.

I decided to record all of my amazing adventures inside this journal, so I can read it again later. Being an awesome older brother, I offered West to write inside this book too, but he refused. Maybe he didn't see how awesome the idea was.

Anyway, since I also am an awesome soldier, I will list all the room we already explored and some things which we think will be useful.

Rooms: some sort of printing rooms with huge machine (note: used it to scare the hell out of America), some editing rooms, some rooms full of boxes, a room that looks like a meeting room, and remains of the factory's owner room at second floor, which we used as basecamp until we find the stupid key or someone realizes we are absent from those boring meetings. Man, this factory is enormous!

Things (which not much anyway): some cloth we could use as blanket, some canned food –who knows how many years it had been stored here, but we don't have much choice anyway; either those or rats which already multiply like rabbits here–, a faucet that still dripping water, and this awesome book.

My opinion towards Russia up a little since he was the one who found those canned food, but he still a Commie Bastard. Never forget that.

I hope we can get out tomorrow, so I can take my precious Gilbird from Antonio's place. Never knows what Romano will do to my cute little birdie.