Dear stupid journal diary thing...
I'm still alive. I think that blood loving bastard has calmed down. I was walking on my own and I saw the principessa. She was talking to herself with pancakes on her lap. I think she got her insanity from that older brother of hers. She kept referring to herself as Canada. It looked like she had to keep herself occupied while she was waiting- probably for that Prussian bastard! It looked like a picnic for the two of them. Oh shit she saw me! I'll finish this thing off later.
The two potato bastards showed up with that hamburger bastard, scone bastard, creepy ass France, scary ass Russia, Japan's whole dang family, and my brother. No one knew why she had thrown a party except Prussia, America, and Japan's family. Apparently it was that hamburger bastard's brother's and that stoic Asian's birthday- his name was Hong Kong, I think... Isn't that freaking interesting.
Well since I, Transylvania, am the only one not drunk- it's bad for the blood you know... Let me say that I find it quite amusing that you have a diary, Romano. I'll tell you what really happened at Hong Kong and Canada's birthday party, since you passed out and this fell out of your pocket. I swear I only saw this page!
I set this whole party up for Canada as a surprise- you know America's brother. Magic helped me speed up the set up process. Canada came early so I had to make do without the huge surprise part. We talked over pancakes and I saw you. I was quite sure I left you a message on your cell phone about this party. From reading what you saw, you never checked your phone. HOW CAN YOU NOT SEE CANADA? HE WAS RIGHT BESIDE ME! At least Hong Kong was surprised.
The Great Eight and the Asian countries showed up afterwards. Only Prussia and America could see Canada. Even then I had to remind his brother that it was Canada's birthday today! Even worse, I had to remind everyone else that Canada was there every couple minutes! America gave Canada a shot, and then you know what happened: everyone except me and Hong Kong got drunk and passed out while watching the fireworks. You know you all are freaking heavy! It's even worse when you live half way across from where Canada lives! You're lucky that magic can solve pretty much everything. By the way, you remember my pet bat Alucard? Yeah, he says that either you stop calling me 'princess' or get bitten. Until I accept you as a lover. With plenty of hugs, Transylvania.
Oh shit! What the fuck? I woke up and opened this, for some damn reason, to find that she wrote in this. Wait- does this mean that she loves me, or what? I don't know! I'll ask my last damn resort to things like this tomorrow. Until that happens I'm going back to sleep.