Hey there! Sorry for the late update, but here is another entry for Hungary's Diary.


Dear Diary,

Things have been a little calmer now and we've all seem to one big family. Me and Little Ita have been getting along quite well. We both are in the same boat and have to take care of each other. I am sorry to say that the young Master hasn't been taking care of us as much as I would like. When we were not busy with our cleaning duties, Little Ita would find some paper and ink and draw pictures.

Ah, that's right! I forgot to talk about the other tenants in this manor! How silly of me! I already mentioned about Mr. Zwingli in a previous entry. I can remember, although vaguely, that he was an old friend of the young master's. I remember him telling me that he was a hired mercenary, and in times of war, other nations will pay him good money to help them fight. Hehe, the reason why I remember him, is because when I used to beat up Mr. Edelstein when we were kids, he would always run to Mr. Zwingli for help. I do not see him very much, as he likes to keep to himself and has asked the other tenants not to bother him unless he asks.

Then there is tiny but cute Liechtenstein, or Lili, as we like to call her because it sounds so much cuter. She is wears her hair in two pigtails which just makes her even cuter! She is remarkably humble and doesn't say much as well. I have yet to talk to her myself, but I hear she is a very sweet girl. Then there are the Germania guys in another wing of the manor, Bavaria, Saxony and even Gilbert.

Oh how could I forget about him. And there he was right in front of me, my old friend Gilbert, Gilbert Beilschmidt, otherwise known as Prussia. I cannot believe that he has shown up here! I can't believe I used to pick on the same guy when we were younger! He seems so different now!

But yes, he and I have had a friendly rivalry of sorts when we were kids. We used to fight over everything. But after I was conquered by the Ottoman Empire, I didn't see him nor Mr. Edelstein for several years.

I passed by him after my cleaning duties and he didn't seem to notice me at all. I was downstairs in the kitchen helping to prepare supper when I saw Gilbert again standing in the doorway. He asked me who I was, and I told him that I am merely a maid of this household called Hungary.

He too was shocked like Mr. Edelstein the other day. I wonder why they don't recognize me anymore? Is it because I'm wearing a maid's outfit? That can't be! But he nonetheless followed me around. I tried to shake him off but he wouldn't stop. He kept bugging me about Mr. Austria and how that 'piano wuss' was doing.

He had me backed up to the counter and I could feel my face burning up. For some reason he was making me feel really nervous. As he inched closer, my hand found itself scooting over the counter looking for something to hit him with or defend myself with. My hand felt a handle of some sort, and I grabbed on hoping Gilbert would not notice. As he started to lean towards me more, I swung whatever that thing was in my hand at Gilbert and I heard a loud 'bonk' of metal against flesh. He staggered back, and grabbed the side of his face.

"You win this round.......little Hungary. But I'll be back........" he told me, and with that he ran off and I didn't see him again for several days.

I looked down at what I was carrying, and I noticed that my weapon of choice was a black frying pan.

I was not scared as I now had something to defend myself with. Who would ever think that an ordinary cooking utensil would be so useful? Since then I carry it around on a sash in case Gilbert showed up again.

-Elizabeth