Dear Journal,
Forgetting to hide you is not the brightest idea, especially since my stupid brother keeps inviting people over for no good reason at all. I am really scared now, because Francis knows I keep you, and he might start telling people. Fuck, that is the last thing I need... I can't even ask the tomato bastard for help either, unless I want him to start begging to read you every time I see him. And if I tell Feliciano, he'll blab to every country he runs into (I've learned that the hard way, trust me. Once I told him that "touched" myself, because Francis lied and told me it would increase my country's luck with money. Feliciano told everyone what I did, and I was unable to show my face in public for weeks...)
So, Feliciano invited Francis over for lunch (God knows why), and I was pretty sure that Francis was planning something. Whenever I see Francis smiling in a creepy way, I make sure to stay out of sight. The smile means he's running on his never-ending sex drive, and I was not going to let myself get molested or whatever by that wino freak. I hid myself in the upstairs guest room, locked the door, and hid under the bed. If Francis somehow managed to get in (like Ivan somehow managed to get into my closet that one time, he wouldn't have been able to find me. I was feeling pretty good about my sly plan, but then I started feeling scared for Feliciano. My dumbass of a brother wouldn't have been able to tell if Francis was about to jump across the table and rape him! Hell, he'd probably start asking what "Big Brother" was doing without his clothes on! I was stupid enough to leave the room to go see if Feliciano was alright (and still fully clothed). And what do you know? I find Feliciano humming like a freaking dolt, alone at the table with a dopey grin on his face.
I asked where Francis went, and Feliciano, to my horror, said he went upstairs to find something. At that point, I was sure he was getting ready to do something nasty to us. Francis is a sicko, and he wouldn't hesitate to do something strange in our rooms... like playing with our stuff in strange ways or touching himself up there..... Gods, just how in the name of hell does Francis NOT have some kind of STDs? He's all over the place...
I hurried up to my room, because I realized that I left you on my desk, wide open and on the latest entry. When I entered my room, I saw Francis with you propped open. And to my horror, he was LAUGHING! He looked up at me and started asking me fucking questions about Antonio! How I feel about him, and if I really hated French customs so much! It was pure fucking hell! After I started screaming at him to stop and get the fuck out of our house, Francis said that he'll be checking back soon, to see what else he'll find out about me. LIKE FUCKING HELL I WILL LET THAT HAPPEN!
After he left, I promptly kicked Feliciano's privates, swearing to murder him if he ever invited Francis over for lunch again. And trust me, Journal, I will live up to that promise.
Also, everything that Francis said is a LIE! I DO NOT HAVE SEXUAL THOUGHTS ABOUT ANTONIO, AND I NEVER WILL!!!
~Lovino Vargas