Dear Diary,
Once again, I didn't want to stay at home with Romano. I've been missing Germany more than ever in the past few days than a normal person should be. I walked down the square. Spain was not there this time, which I suppose is a good thing. Later today, him and Romano are going over to Spain's house for dinner. I don't know how long they'll be over for, but I might be able to sneak to Germany's house.
I looked into one of the gelato restaurants. We were in Italy, so this was very common, but this happened to be my favourite and the most popular. Inside I saw Prussia, Germany's older brother, sitting with Hungary on one arm and Canada on the other. They were both glaring daggers at each other, but Canada was a bit more kind about it. Eventually, Prussia got tried of the two not paying any attention to him, so he said, "Relax, guys. There is enough of the awesome me to go around! What you should really be fighting over, is who gets to come to my house afterwards..."
The two stared at each other for a bit, but I had had enough eaves dropping, and continued walking. I eventually neared the edge of the village, when my heart went wildfire. A big tall and muscular man with slicked back blond hair and a pair of very bright blue eyes. He saw me as well, and shoved something into his pocket and I walked over, "Doistu? What is in your pocket~?"
"Nothing, Feliciano, and we're in public. Use human names!" he hissed the last part into my ear.
"Oh! Sorry, Ludwig!" I said smiling at him, "Lovino's going out for dinner, so could I possibly come over to your house for a little bit?"
"I don't see why not..." he replied with his thick German accent. I hugged and thanked him before running back home and prepared myself to keep this news from Lovi...
Scared but exited,
Feliciano Vargas