-Thirtieth of September, 2009-
Good evening, England here.
My apologies to all about the lack of updating this, as I did title it with the word 'daily' and as of yet have not kept that up to par. In truth, not much has happened that has been worth posting in the slightest, and I feared I would bore my readers with posts about days during which close to nothing happened. More recently quite a bit has happened, and as a result I have been unable to post since.
However, I am here now, and I will do my best to rectify this situation.
As for the series of days during which next to nothing happened…
I had to deal with France being himself, but complaining about every thing the frog has ever done would take to bloody long, and believe me when I say that none of you want to hear that. There was some dispute between Italy and the Kraut, and the little bugger made sure every nation in a three mile radius heard about how the Kraut had scolded him for something or other - I didn't pay attention to the what, if you wish to know, as him yourself. Oh, and America saw fit to break into my old war room and help himself to my old chain mail back from my earliest days as a nation while looking for an idea for his Halloween costume.
By now I am sure that the twat is aware that if he ever dares go near that room again I will declare war on him, allies or no. For the record, anyone who attempts to enter either my chivalry room or my nautical room will meet a similar fate.
I'd like to take this moment to remind France that his Joan isn't coming back either, so he has no right to bring up my Arthur if he doesn't want to think about his lady saint.
During the busier days France, America, and I had to deal with a… situation with Iran. It is somewhat confidential, though I'm sure you all have heard that each of our bosses went out to deal with Iran about this allegation that he has nuclear weapons. That's really all I should be telling you on the subject.
Also, there was a small nations get together at my house recently. Amazingly, nothing was actually broken, though Russia tried to impale Italy with a pizza cutter the first night of the stay. However, all things considered that's about the best he's been at any of our meetings, and I think it should be looked on as a success. Really, though, nothing of interest happened there. At all. So that's all I will say on the subject.
In regards to America's false alarm? I told you so, yank. Aliens do not exist. Let. It. Go.
… and my house is not haunted, idiot, so drop it.
France does drug his wine. The bugger has a whole cabinet dedicated to different things to put in it. As such, never drink anything he offers you, ever, no matter what America might say about the wine bastard's drinks being safe.
Rule Britannia,
England.