A/N: So… Just to warn you, there is Estonia/China and Russia/Sweden in this chapter. I'm not entirely sure if those are actual pairings, but they're about the only somewhat-credible ones that would have worked for this. I apologize for any mind-scaring… Also, just in case anyone gets confused, Emil is the human name I use for Iceland :)
Day 3
The images are finally fading from my mind… I think. I can't quite look Alfred and Arthur or Feliks and Toris in the eye, though. And Yao still won't tell me where he was, or why it took him so long to get back. It must be very serious, we usually tell each other these things…
Oh well, I'm sure he'll tell me eventually~ I might go and speak to Eduard, he usually has something intelligent to say.
Later
Kolkolkolkolkol… Ivan is very angry. Not only does Eduard know where Yao was, but he won't tell me. Also, Alfred decided that it would be absolutely fine (and not a complete invasion of my privacy) to read this diary.
He didn't get too far, thankfully – he was just reading about Feliks and Toris breaking my door before I discovered him and wrapped Mr. Pipe #2 around his neck. He is now sitting in the medical room having it removed, and I am sitting outside the medical room waiting for an apology.
No, really. He read my diary, so it's his fault if I tried to strangle him with plumbing, da?
Later
So Alfred is now pipe-less and grumpy, and I have had my new pipe confiscated. Clearly, this means that I will have to go dismantle yet another toilet in order to acquire another one. Going unarmed in this place is simply not an option – Vash and Ludwig have guns, Roderich has a riding crop, Yao has a wok and Natalia carries knives. Yes, plural. *shudder*
Alfred reminded me of something – or rather, someone – earlier. He pointed out that, in my first diary entry, I said that I liked someone, but I didn't say who. He's been pestering me about it ever since. He's even got Feliks onto it, which is a problem in itself because Feliks finds everything out eventually. Thankfully, Yao and I are back in our own room, so if I start locking the door and the window and leaving the diary in the room when I go out, no one will read it, right?
Of course, Yao might find the diary and try to read it, but he usually respects my privacy with these kinds of things, so I may as well just write it, da?
It's Berwald Oxenstierna. He's very tall and very blond and doesn't say much, but he is very handsome. He hangs around with a nice Danish boy who seems to be constantly smiling, and also a small Finnish boy who I believe is friends with Eduard, and they're usually dragging a sulky Norwegian along with them.
Speaking of sulky Norwegians – I can see Emil; Eduard's roommate, who according to Toris is said sulky Norwegian's brother. I shall attempt to infiltrate their group via this boy, da?
Later
It did not go well. Vash turned up halfway through our conversation about winters and tried to shoot Emil for 'corrupting' his sister Lily. I do not see what the problem is, frankly – Emil is 18, Lily is 17, and all they've been doing is texting each other since they met during one of the visitor days at the university.
Vash seems to be very overprotective, but I'm quite jealous of his close relationship with his sister. Both of my sisters are very weird. My little sister Natalia is sadistic and madly in love with me and carries knives, and my big sister Katyusha cries a lot. So does my cousin, Raivis. Maybe it runs in the family.
On a completely unrelated note, Feliks says that I should name you. His exact words were "I, like, think you should totally, like, give a name to that diary-journal-thing you've been doing. It's totes going to be with you for a month, so you should, like, give it a name."
I'm going to call you 'Friend' for the time being. Or perhaps 'Comrade'. Just until I think of something else.
By the way, if you're wondering why Vash didn't shoot Emil in the end, Roderich saved the day. He told us that we were morons and to get out of his way, and somehow distracted Vash in the process.
It was a bit odd – one moment Vash was about to pull the trigger (although I know for a fact there's nothing in his gun; I took the liberty of confiscating his bullets the other day and as far as I know he hasn't been able to retrieve them or buy more) – and the next moment he was blushing and stepping out of Roderich's way, and hastily apologizing for being a moron. I do not think I have ever seen Vash blush before. He looks very pretty… But not in that way!
It is dinnertime soon. I know this because Francis is complaining about the quality of American food very loudly, and Alfred and Arthur are telling him that French food is far worse, and Feliciano is asking if there will be pasta (he pronounced it pastaaaaaaaaaa~, though) and Berwald left his room. He only does that for class and dinner, he doesn't seem very sociable.
Anyway, I'm going to try and sit next to Berwald at dinner. It might be difficult and I might have to hit someone with Mr. Pipe #3 (taken from Eduard's toilet) but I'll do it!
Later
I did manage to sit next to Berwald. I had to knock over Mathias – the happy Dane – to do so, but it went pretty well~
He asked me to "pass th' k'tch'p, Iv'n," which I think is a good sign. I've never heard him speak before… He doesn't seem to use many vowels.
Anyway, I still haven't found out where Yao was. All I know is that for some reason, Emil knows about it, too. I might have to interrogate him. Feliks asked why I care so much, and to be honest I'm not really sure. Yao is back, after all, and he isn't hurt. I suppose I'm just curious. And I'm a bit hurt that he won't tell me…
I got invited to go drinking with Francis, Antonio and Gilbert. They heard that I like vodka and they said that there is a nightclub down the road that makes very good vodka, and they want me to go with them tonight. I have accepted. It will be fun, da?
Later
It is very loud in here. There are a lot of people dancing around and everyone is shouting because no one can hear anything over the music. Also, I am a bit sweaty because it is crowded and I am wearing my winter coat and scarf and there aren't any windows. On the plus side, Berwald and Mathias are in the corner drinking beer.
Francis just came up to me. He is very drunk, and I think he has forgotten who I am because he just said "onhonhonhon, you are very beautiful, mon cher~" and then kissed my hand and now he has passed out. Is this how you are supposed to attract someone's attention if you like them? I might try it on Berwald~
Later
I cannot pronounce the 'onhonhonhon' properly, so I just kissed Berwald's hand. It didn't go down very well. Right now, Antonio, Gilbert, unconscious-Francis and I are all fleeing the nightclub because none of us want an axe in our head. Apparently, Berwald is dating someone already, and Mathias feels like defending his honour.
For some reason, I do not feel sad, even though I am sitting in the back of a taxi with an unconscious Frenchman and an oblivious Spaniard and the love of my life just rejected me, and there is a crazed axe-maniac chasing the taxi.
The only emotion currently running through my mind? It's not so much an emotion as a thought – Feliks is going to love this.
Later
It is very late, much later than I normally go to bed, because something unexpected happened when I got back to my room. Normally, when I get back late, Yao is sitting up in bed reading and glances at the clock before scowling at me and asking "what time do you call this, aru?"
However, today, when I walked into our room I was greeted by a much more unusual sight. Yao. And Eduard. Kissing. On Yao's bed. Of course, I chased Eduard out with a pipe, but when I think about it everything makes sense. Yao got back late, Eduard knew where he had been, for some reason Emil knew, and no one would tell me anything. Clearly, they were on a date.
Well, that was odd. I would go and speak to Eduard about it, but I'm angry with him for some reason. Plus, he's the reason I'm so confused. And I don't want to tell Feliks, because he will just laugh at me for getting chased out of a nightclub.
I just want to go to sleep. Goodnight, Comrade.
A/N: So… did you enjoy it? Not enjoy it? Tell me, please~