2 weeks later

5:30 PM

Dear diary,

I started writing here because I needed a way to express my feelings without worrying anyone else. But now, since I'm happy again, I don't really have a reason to write in here anymore.

Fratello's getting annoyed with all the piroshki I'm making. I told him, "piroshki melts my troubles."

He thinks I'm going crazy. But I'm not, right? I've found my happiness, just like Kiku told me to.

I'm going to try putting some wurst sausage in the piroshki this time.

~Feliciano Vargas


7:45 PM

Oh Dio! Am I full! I made so much piroshki today. Each with different kinds of filling. Including the sausage.

Apples, bananas, strawberries, blueberries. Fruit. The fruit that melts my troubles.

Sausage, potatoes, tomatoes.

And gnocchi.

Lovino flipped out once he saw the gnocchi. I don't understand why, it's a very delicious filling! I don't even think Ivan's tried that before. I need to go thank him! I'm out of isolation now anyway. My time alone got really boring, and I needed company. I thrive on company. Speaking of company, I have an idea! I can have a "piroshki party!" And I can invite everyone! All of my friends that I care for so dearly. I'll make lots and lots of piroshki, will all kinds of fillings! Life is so much better now that I've found a new favorite food!

I'm going to call everyone else tomorrow morning. It'll be the most wonderful party ever!

~Feliciano Vargas


9:00 AM

Dear diary,

I'm so happy! I'm going to make a list of everyone that's coming: Japan, America, England, France, Russia, China, Canada, Belgium, Netherlands, Austria, Hungary, Switzerland, Liechtenstein, Poland, Lithuania, Latvia, Finland, Turkey, Spain, Korea, Prussia, and Sweden.

Phew! I'm glad I got a list, and that I have so many friends that care about me. This is the way it should be.

Time to make some piroshki! I'll have to teach Fratello the recipe, but we can make enough for everyone if we work really hard!

~Feliciano Vargas


10:00 AM

Dear diary,

Wow! The tables, cabinets, counters- they're all filled with plates of piroshki. All organized by filling! Lovino didn't want to help at first, but he decided to help anyway, since so many nations were coming over. All of it looks so delicious! I'm tired, I'm going to take a nap before the party.

~Feliciano Vargas


11:45 AM

Dear diary,

I had a strange dream. It wasn't a nightmare, but it confused me a lot. There was a strange boy in a black cloak. He had icy blue eyes, and he was blushing. He kept turning away from me whenever I tried to ask who he was. "Italia... you don't recognize me?" he had asked me. The boy seemed worried. "I don't know who you are, mi dispiace," I told him, apologizing. "That's why I want to ask you who you are."

I remember his haunting reply clearly.

"I came back for you... but now it seems you have forgotten about me. You promised, you said you would make lots of sweets for my return. How... how could you forget?"

That was when I woke up. I'm still thinking about it. The boy didn't seem familiar at all. And why would he say that I made a promise to him? I had never met this boy in my life.

No use talking to Japan about it. After all, he's coming to my house for a party, and a good time. Oh! I just remembered. I spent so much time on the piroshki, I forgot to get the drinks! I turn my head to the kitchen.

Oh, I see Fratello took care of it already. Never mind. Time to think cheerful, positive thoughts, and not about confusing dreams.

~Feliciano Vargas