HOLY CRAP I'M BACK!
I better explain. I have had LOADS of exams and LOADS of writers block. Plus LOADS of rehearsals for a play I'm in.
Also these past few weeks have been pretty dreadful for me, but don't worry I'm fine!
I will be updating this soon as I need catch up. And sorry if the lines are all screwed up in the formatting of this...the editor things is trying as hard as possible to annoy me.
But enough about me, let's go! ^.^
22nd May
10:00am
Why? WHY?
Why the hell did I fall in love with stupid America?
More importantly, why did France fall in love with me?
I just hope America won't do anything stupid...
Like that will ever happen.
12:00pm
America's being very quiet at the moment.
I really want to comfort him but I'm not sure that would be appropriate.
I can tell he's mad at me for letting France violate me like that but what was I meant to do.
Oh well, I better just keep smiling as his boss is over.
Now there's a thought.
He'll be going home soon.
YES!
4:28pm
Ugh I'm so frightened right now. What the hell is America planning?
I really don't want France to come over.
Please God! I don't want to be molested by some pervy freak!
Oh crap, America's coming and he's got that evil glint in his eye.
5:30pm
Here we go.
This is not "Plan A" or "Plan B". This is "Plan Saving-Englands-Ass-Making-America-The-Hero."
I'm not sure I like the name.
Plan SEAMATH
France arrives at approximately 7pm. England serves France some inedible food to start things off (and if we're lucky, poison him a little). England is seated alone in the lounge with France as live bait. France is about to molest England when America transforms into his SUPER MEGA ULTRA AWESOME RADIOACTIVE SUPERSONIC MAGIC TRIPLE-STRENGTH SPECIAL HERO MODE and defeats France in an epic showdown. He then becomes a world reknowned hero.
What. The. Hell.
First of all what is wrong with my food? Fish and Chips never hurt anybody!
Second of all what is with waiting until France makes a pass at me before doing anything?
I'm not even going to comment on America's hero form.
I think I probably should have thought up the plan.
I can not see this going well...
8:12pm
I nearly died.
So the plan just before France tried to jump me, America would jump in and "save the day".
So I'm sat there awkwardly.
France says "You know you want me. Just say it England."
Ewwwwwwwww.
So I say "Piss off, wanker."
And France decides to invade my personal space and pins himself on top of me."Just admit it England. Or are you just shy? Maybe I can help."
Shit.
He was leaning in to kiss me. And I sat there grinning like an idiot. Because I was stupid enough to believe that America was going to come flying through the door like some superhero and save me.
Turns out I was wrong.
As France started pulling me I soon realised that America wasn't going to be coming any time soon.
So I began struggling, trying to get France off me. But he had other ideas.
Then all of a sudden, the door opened. There was America with a ton of fast food in his arms.
"Oh hey France I forgot you wer- WHAT THE HELL?"
The look on France's face was priceless. He screamed like a little girl before diving out of the window.
Wasn't America meant to be beating him up?
"Hey dude, there was a special offer on at MacDonalds! You could get a triple burger for the price of a normal! So I bought what I like to call the 'triple triple' and had three triples for the twice of one normal!"
That stupid bastard.
"So you mean to tell me that while I was being molested by some pervet and waiting for you to save me, you decided to go and buy fast food."
America stopped and stared for a minute. Then all of a sudden something snapped.
"AS IF THAT BASTARD GOT AWAY OH WELL YOU'RE NOT SCARRED OR ANYTHING AND TECHINICALLY I SAVED YOU SO I GUESS THAT MEANS I'M THE-"
Smack!
No more coke for him.
I knew this was a bad idea.
1st June
11:27am
Strange.
It's a lot quieter when America's not around.
I feel kind of bad.
We left on pretty bad terms.
Well we did.
However Obamas visit over here was a great sucsess!
I always wonder how they would react if they found out how England and Americas international relations really stand.
4:35pm
Just recieved a phone call from Germany.
Theres a bacterial infection going around over there and apparantly it's do with some cucumbers from Spain. Or thats what they think anyway.
It was so funny listening to him.
"Dat Spanish bastard. Now Italy insists on being around me all the time to make sure I'm okay. It's exhausting. Vhy is it alvays Germany?"
It could be worse. He could have America for a boyfriend.
Now that's exhausting.
8:48pm
Oh my God.
I just had the most awful and terrifying thought.
I am alone in my house.
It is dark outside.
There is a pervy nation that wants to become one with me who is right next door.
And America isn't here to scare him away.
Bollocks.
10:39pm
I cannot sleep at all.
Why? Why me?
Here I am trying to have a nice relationship with America and then France has to butt in and screw things up.
I think America's still a bit pissed about France. I tried to ring him but he isn't answering.
What the hell, I didn't ask for France to fall in love with me!
Enough of this!
I'm just going to have to gather all my courage and face him like a man.
On second thoughts that's probably not a good idea.
This is crap.
I never thought I'd say this but...
I miss America.
Yaaay. I hope you guys have enjoyed this update.
Like I said, the ruler function keeps screwing up so I'm sorry if there happens to be a random line somewhere XD
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Sayonara xoxoxoxoxox