Entry Three:

Dear Journal,

I have finally finished cleaning my house and am now enjoying a well-deserved beer. What happened? Let me tell you:

The first guest to arrive was Italy, which was of no surprise to me. He immediately waltzed over to my kitchen and began making pasta as Greece and Romano arrived. Romano angrily shouted at me in Italian and stormed off to find his brother, mumbling something about idiots and Germans. I was about to go thrash him for such words when England, France, Russia, and China all appeared. Spain and Prussia soon followed, each carting two kegs of beer. As much as my mouth watered for the precious liquid, I had to refrain because my carpet was set on fire. Immediately I grabbed water and stomped out the flame. Apparently some drops of beer had dripped onto the floor, so when Italy dropped the pasta pan, it caught on fire.

Angrily I demanded that Italy pay for new carpeting, which of course Romano strongly argued against. My front door flew open as a bear floated inside, followed by Greece, Turkey, Switzerland, Austria, Liechtenstein, Hungary, Belgium, Netherlands, and Belarus. The room went chaotic: Russia was fleeing Belarus while Greece and Turkey argued about who was best friends with mein ally, Japan who walked into the mess moments later. Italy screamed at his brother while Romano screamed back in Italian. Spain, France, and Prussia decided to steal one keg of beer for themselves while I tried to clean the carpet.

Austria and Switzerland avoided each other as Hungary went to smack mein brother and Liechtenstein shrank into Switzerland's back, afraid of the ridiculous behaviour happening around her. China clapped his hands, bringing in some of his native men to build a ChinaTown. I vehemently sent them back home. No way were they going to make a CHINATOWN in MEIN house!

After several hours of this, Prussia decided to play "Truth or Dare" and forced me to play. I was asked ridiculous questions, from "Do you love Italy more than Japan?" to "Do you love Italy?" to "Can I have all of your beer?". I tactfully avoided the first by answering that they were both of equal importance to me because they are my allies, so I do not have favorites. The second I spat "No." Although it was challenged, I stood by my answer, because it was true. I do not love that idiotic nation whom I regret ever forming an alliance with. The third was a "No".

France decided we should watch a movie, but his choice of movies were declined by Switzerland, who was defending Liechtenstein's innocence. Belgium offered a Disney movie, and so reluctantly I was forced to watch seven hours of animated characters singing and dancing to ridiculous plots. Being the host, I had to offer refreshments to all of my guests, and against my will I even had to let them go get themselves a snack from my pantry.

I swear, I will never do a drinking bet with Prussia again.

The next few hours are a blur, I was told later I drank a little too much and passed out on the floor. When I awoke, my house was destroyed from top to bottom and I was alone. Thankfully the others were gone, but unfortunately I had to clean their mess...and replace all of the food and drink they used. So that's what I did today: go grocery shopping. Spain, France, and Prussia are in my basement, probably destroying more of my house and drinking more of my beer.

I hate to admit, but I am exhausted. Cleaning confetti and England's burnt scones off of my walls was quite a challenge. So good bye.

Guten Nact,

Germany