Happy Thanksgiving, bitch.
Pretend I said that enthusiastically, k?
America forced me to help with the decorations and set up. He wanted streamers and old leaves scattered on the table and pretty napkins and shit. What am I, his maid? But he blackmailed me and said he'd hide Lucille's keys. I probably wouldn't have taken him seriously if he didn't wave them around in front of me.
Damn him.
People started arriving 'round 5:30. Al insisted on being all hospitable and welcoming them. I insisted on throwing extra mashed potatoes at them. What? It's a traditional greeting back home (:
Almost everyone immediately got drunk when Prussia brought 36 cases of beer. HOW THE HELL DID HE EVEN MANAGE TO FLY IT ALL OVER HERE? I got pretty tired of flinging turkey scraps at the nations when they wouldn't react and hit on me instead... *shudder*
It's more scarring than it sounds.
Which leads us to now. Me, sitting in my room, writing in a lame ass journal. Well that, and taking a chance to hack into Estonia's military database. We've been tryna see who can hack into who's security first, and now that he's drunk off his rocker with the rest of the world, I don't see why not.
Aaaaaaaaand Kuma, Mr. Puffin, Hanatamago, and Gilbird just walked in.
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WE'RE GONNA GO EGG PEOPLE HOUSES 8D
PEACE
Tony
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! :D
Ima head off to bed now. Gotta nap before Black Friday shopping! Anyone else gonna do it tonight?
~ Amie S.