Author's Note: Okay, I know this is already the fourth chapter, but I forgot to mention a few things.
Uno! This is my first fan fic ever and I'm excited and terrified at what people will think about it. But that doesn't mean be soft on me, review whatever you want to say, I'm happy to read!
Dos! Later on in this story there will be a AmericaxJapan pairing, but no sex scenes (I...I can't write sex scenes. Sorry.). A little birdie told me it's important to tell everyone who reads this that ahead of time, (even though it's already the 4th chapter...my bad) so yeah! And the birdie will be helping me in that section, and I'll give her user name away in a later day.
Tres! I'm glad so far people like it! Writing this chapter especially made me almost cry and then I was like, "Mel, it's just a story, calm down!" Subconcious: "BUT IT'S JUST SO SAD AND HE NEEDS A HUUUUUUUG!" My Common Sense: "Subconcious, shut up. You're making a scene." Sub: "NO I'M NOT! YOU JUST DON'T HAVE A SOUL SO YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!" CS: "We're part of the same soul dumb ass! *sigh* nevermind. -_-' "
Cuatro! Okay, Tres could go on, so I'm going to stop.
Cinco! I don't own Hetalia or the character's from it. *sarcasm* because we all know some random 15 year old black girl who loves anime owns this and created it. *rolls eyes* Enjoy!
February 16, 2011
I'm down 20 pounds! Halfway through my process! Yet, I don't feel any better. I just keep thinking back when the other countries would pick on me about it. I really don't understand how I lasted this long with their taunting. With every insult that goes through my head that they've said it feels like I'm gaining all that weight back. Every day when I get home I look at myself in the mirror. The scale goes further and further back, but when I look at myself I seem to be getting bigger and bigger. I hate this. I called Yao if I could have some of his tea that helps you lose weight. He says to me, "You know, drinking my tea and still eating your burgers isn't going to help you lose any weight," I told him how I was on a diet and he thought I was joking. I hung up the phone that time. I can't take this anymore. I went to the bathroom and puked out what was left of my lunch digesting. It was so gross, but it felt right. I'm cutting out everything except for my apple. At least apple's taste good and are healthy. It must be God's gift to the dieters.
February 24, 2011
I've been real busy lately so I haven't been able to write in this thing. You know, I actually like writing in this. I can write down my own thought on stuff and stuff. Err, where was I? Oh! I have two weeks left before everyone can see me. I've lost 35 pounds. I still don't feel right. I still look in the mirror in disgust. I've also begun to cry before I go to sleep. What's happened to me? I can still remember back at the world meetings, me stuffing my face with the slobs of grease (see, I've even begun to hate Big Macs! ME ALFRED F. JONES! HATE. BIG MACS!) to my heart's content, now, I barely keep half an apple in my stomach a day before going to throw up and drinking about 2 bottles of water a day. I can't stop drinking water, I'm still working out, and I don't want to pass out on the treadmill. The hunger pains are getting worse, but it's all about will power. I can even look at a fast food commercial and look in disgust that I used to eat that garbage. Heh, I'm starting to sound like Iggy, but he actually eats. He's so lucky. He has the figure of those small people with a really high metabolism. He could eat a pound of chocolate and actually LOSE weight! I would kill for a body like that.
February 28, 2011
Iggy said he's coming over next weekend. I'm not going to eat at all. I've lost 45 pounds. I hope this was all worth it. I still look in the mirror with disgust. I still cry myself to sleep, calling myself a pig, a tub of lard, and the big f word. Fat. Maybe that's what the F in my name should be. Alfred Fat Jones. Heh, I'm surprised Iggy hasn't used that one on me yet. I sound so emo right now.
My clothes are loosening up. I'm down to that last loop in my belt. I'm going to have to get a new one soon. People around the work area say I've lost a lot of weight. A few have even come up to me saying they're worried about me. I just tell them I'm fine. Because I am.
I'm fine.
It's so weird. I've been looking back at my entries I've been writing and they seem to be getting smaller and small the more I write. It seems I had more to say when I was a slob. A fat, greasy, pig of a slob thing. I hope they're proud of me, because I don't even know what to think of myself anymore.
You know, even though I was a disgusting slob before, at least I was happy.
March 11, 2011
It's the day before I see him. I've lost a total of 52 pounds. I don't even know how I did it, but I did. I was supposed to stop at 40, but I felt if I stopped there I'd gain it all back, so I just losing weight till the deadline. You know, I was thinking I was going to be all excited this day, because I was having those dreams of me looking amazingly awesome and stuff, but I'm not. I've been having nightmares. I keep dreaming I keep eating Big Macs and eating and eating and I won't stops. I keep going till I explode and chunks of myself go flying all over the place. The other countries see this happen and they laugh at me saying they knew it would happen at some point. In facts France was holding bets for other countries for how long it would take for this to happen. Germany won and would take him and Italy out on a vacation of some sort (that last part was weird...).
I'm not even sure what to do anymore. What happens after I see them? Do I start eating again? I can't do that; I'll just get all the weight back again. I'll figure it out later. Maybe there's something on Comedy Central to make me laugh.