Dear Diary,
Well, I'm currently all wet. It's really hard to write this, cuz the water is dripping all over the journal, but this little book is the only source of pleasure I have right now. That's right, be honored you hardcover bitch.
Anyway.
Norge loved his hat. I know he loved his hat. He liked his hair clip better, but the hat still had some meaning to him. So I kicked off my shoes and ran right out into the water (I'd taken my shirt off a long time before). I swam out to sea, probably almost getting eaten by a shark, and grabbed that purpley sailor's hat. Then I swam all the way back to shore. The waves were pretty lame, but that doesn't make me any less badass for diving in to save the hat. Right now, I'm wearing it. This whole stranded-with-no-hope-for-the-future thing must really be getting to me, because I don't even care that it's flattening out my hair. I will not let it seem like Norge's death meant nothing to me. Unlike him, I'm a compassionate person.
I'm not taking the hat off. Not until I know dear Lukas is resting in peace.
…...Wait. Can't nations not die...? Maybe he somehow didn't drown...
I'm still keeping the hat.
Dear Diary,
I watched him from my place in the forest. He actually swam out into the ocean and brought the hat back, refusing to take it off. One thing I did notice was that he left his own hat on the beach...when he was out of view, I ran out and took it.
I'm never letting it out of my sight.
I mean, I don't miss him or anything...It's just, I've been thinking about him a lot recently. All the things he's done. But the scene that won't go away is when he got my hat from the ocean. His expression was full of determination, as if it wasn't just Denmark, well, being Denmark. It was as if he really did feel something for me.
...I seriously need to stop writing in pen. Note to self: BUY PENCILS.