Captain's Log: Entry 13:

Friday 15th January 2016:

Ah, apologies for yesterday. It's just a bit unbelievable you know...

Anyway, yesterday morning I was exploring the house. I felt it necessary to know the layout of the house including where everyone's rooms were.

The house is a 4-storey, square-based building that is in the centre of half an acre of land.

The ground floor is where the three communal areas are, along with Greece' and Cyprus' rooms.

The first floor houses the Mediterranean countries, these being the Italies (who share a set of rooms) Spain, Austria and Hungary (Who also share a set of rooms), Bulgaria and Romania

The second floor houses France, Belgium, Netherlands, Germany and Prussia (who share a set of rooms) and Poland

And finally the top floor houses Paddy, myself, Denmark, Sweden and Finland (who share a set of rooms and can get amazingly loud) and finally the three Baltics (who share a set of rooms out of habit from the Soviet Union from what I understand.)

Having made a map of everywhere in my head I then proceeded to plant a few listening devices and cameras on a private channel. Just as a precautionary measure, I wouldn't use it against them necessarily, but you know... I like to be prepared.

Anyway, I finished setting that up today and just managed to catch the tail end of what could be very interesting, I'll relay it for you here,

"-but he has been a lot nicer..." said Romano, amazingly

"Fratello! That doesn't change what he is. You know as well as I that such a creature can manipulate people easily!" replied an amazingly harsh and serious Feliciano.

"Alright, I get it already. Just quit it, will you?! I don't like talking about it."

That's where they stop talking, but the strangest thing is, I seem to have found an ally in Romano while gaining an enemy in Veneciano, whereas for years they've both been scared out of their wits of me! It is interesting, and I shall have to keep a closer eye on the pair.

Anyway, I believe that's all for today, apart from Paddy practically shoving food down my throat at dinner today. Apparently it's not good to not eat for a day, especially when you "look like a fucking bird, in both senses of the word." Jeez. I eat more sausage and bacon than he does the arse, not my fault I'm a weedy little shit. Besides, it's not like I haven't gone days without food before.

Anyway, rant over. Cheerio, loves!