I was in my own fantasy. Watching anime that Honda had made, made me feel better. Almost like I was a part of them. I smiled sadly. That was impossible though. I always wrote fan fictions about it though. My mind was so confused sometimes. 'Damn those hormones' I thought to myself. I wish I had control over them because now I was talking to my self. Then I got out my notebook and started to write my feelings of sadness down. I read somewhere that it helps. As I was searching the web I found a song I liked. I'd never heard of the artist so I looked him up. His name was Arthur Kirkland. Soon I found a picture of him.
"Holy Crap!" I screamed falling out of my chair backwards. "Ow." I complained rubbing my head where it had hit the floor.
"Are you all right?" My brother Russia asked. He wasn't really concerned about me though. He just didn't want Belarus to notice a loud bang from her house. She might think he's home and come attack him. Then I would have to pay, deeply.
"Yea I'm alright." I said putting my chair back up.
"What's that?" Russia asked pointing to my computer screen.
"Oh nothing," I said hastily shutting the monitor off. "When is dinner?" I asked.
"Tonight is 'make your own' night," he said shutting the door to my room. I sighed I was too lazy to make my own dinner, so I got some leftovers out from the garage (Yes we use our yard for a freezer and our garage for a refrigerator). I was thinking about the hot guy I saw on the computer. 'Damn these stupid hormones' I thought 'I'm going crazy.' Once I ate dinner I went up to my room and looked up some more of Arthur's music. It was perfect. I loved it all and became a fan. I didn't write too much about my horrible sad feelings, but more of him. I wrote fan fictions of us getting together, and fought against other rabid girls for him. Only once in awhile did I write about my sad feelings. My few friends thought it was a change for the better and would never imagine me without him when I grew up.