Captain's Log 2016: Entry 37:
Thursday 11th February 2016:
World meetings are exhausting; I'm tired enough without having to try and summon up energy to fight with everyone.
They're all just inconsiderate bastards.
Yes, I'm a bit pissed off, thanks for asking.
My wings decided they wanted to be out today, so I had to deal with wings.
Also, Alfred, he may not seem it but he is very, very religious, so therefore, his touch hurts my wings.
So what do you think he decided to do for the entire meeting?
That's right, he stroked my wings. The complete and utter bastard.
I had to ask Prussia to stroke all the burn trails Alfred left to heal them over.
Alright, yes I fell asleep in his lap when he did it, so what?
And before you ask, of course I woke up with a moustache drawn on my face. It's Prussia, what did you expect?
Here is where I sign off, big day tomorrow. Good night.
