"What?! Who called you that?!" I spoke through my clenched teeth. "I will pound their retarded ass into next week! Nobody calls my kid a fag!"

"Mathias..." Norway placed a hand gently on my raised fist, trying to calm me down. "Stop it, you're scaring the kid." Sure enough, Greenland was shivering and looking up at me with the mirror image of my eyes. Really, super, excruciatingly, stare-into-your-soul bright blue. I calmed down a bit at the mere sound of his smooth, sexy voice and my shoulders relaxed.

"Seriously, though. Who was the little bastard that called you a faggot?" Glare from my boyfriend. Not like it mattered. He gulped.

"U-uh... I think his name was Peter. He's one of the older kids."

"Peter? Do you remember his last name, sweetheart?" Norway bent down to his level and looked at him with the soft, violet eyes that I fell in love with. Aron nodded.

"Y-yeah... Kir... Kirkland?" Norway looked back at me.

"Peter Kirkland. That's Sealand, Denny." I rolled my eyes. I should've expected such rude behaviour from that kid.

"C'mon, Vikings. We're gonna show Arthur what we're made of." I sometimes called us Nordics Vikings, because we were once, and I'm proud of it. My citizens even have a Vikings festival every year to celebrate (and brag a little). Sweden shook his head.

"No. There's no point in goin' over there jus' 'cause th' kid was mean. It's not Arthur's fault." I glared at him.

"What do you know, Berwald? It is so his fault. Who raised the little dipshit? Anyone who messes with my little Aron messes with me!" I put up my fist again.

"Mathias, stop." I growled. "We're not getting anywhere with this. Anywhere except violence." Norway stood and stared me down with those emotionless eyes. "Maybe... We could confront Peter directly and talk to him. It's really not Arthur's fault."

"Fine. Talk to the little bitch. Tell him exactly who's the fag. Not my son, that's for sure." He shook his head.

"No, nothing like that..."

"Daddy, Mommy?"

"Hm?" We glared at each other briefly. Talking in unison was cheesy. "What is it, Aron?" God, what was our problem? "CHEESECAKE!" Crap! We kept saying the same thing at the same time. "ROBOTS! BEACHES! MAGICAL HAPPY DANCING COTTON CANDY UNICORN ELVES!" Now that was just scary. I looked at him, eyes wide.

"Um..." Oh, poor Greenland.

"I fear your future, kid." Iceland picked him up and carried him away. We never heard his question.

My turn. I stole Denny's diary. Anyway, he's been portraying these events pretty well, I guess. (And I'm rather flattered by how he talked about my eyes in that last bit). My personality has changed drastically since Greenland was born. Denny said that I became more motherly and caring. I guess that happens to every mom. But, seriously? Me? Caring? I didn't think so. -Norway

Mommy said I could write something in Daddy's book, but I can't write so I asked Mommy write it down for me. I don't remember what my question was. But Daddy never answered me. What is a faggot? And why was Daddy so mad at Peter? Was it anything I did? -Greenland

I'm not sure if I should be doing this... Mr. Norway told me I could, but this is Mr. Denmark's diary! I don't think it's a good idea to write in it without his permission. He might get mad at me and make me his slave again... I hope he doesn't start a fight with Mr. Norway for taking it in the first place... -Finland

I pass. -Sweden

ALRIGHT WHY HAVE YOU BEEN WRITING IN MY DIARY?! NORWAY!