So much to do, so little time and/or motivation. I think the human race would become better as a whole if we evolved the ability to store and access a mental bank of motivational posters to give ourselves a burst of inspiration whenever we begin to feel our will waver. In fact, it should be a defence mechanism. Someone calls you ugly? Never mind, just think up a poster of a baby laughing with the caption 'biach pls', then it's hard to give a crap about anything. Someone say something stupid? Sceptical dog! See where I'm going with this thing?
(I don't own Hetalia. If I did Japan would have a robotic arm. And I don't own the names of the musical artists, albums and other materials mentioned along those lines at all. All original works belong to their creators. Copyright and such.)
Saturday 30th
The other guys didn't mind having the girls in the dorm when they woke up. Yesterday when we finally split up for bed, we were kind of reluctant to let Bella out of our sight. Mei too. It was as if the second they were gone they would disappear and no amount of searching could ever find them again. Ivan was so relived to find Mei one bed over I felt an actual twinge in my chest. The heartstrings being tugged.
We sat around in our beds for a while. Turns out we slept through an entire day and well into the afternoon of the next. The funny thing is the way we were all asleep for almost exactly as long, until Kiku's alarm clock screamed to life. He must have messed with it in his sleep. In his sleep he tries to check his texts, so he must have changed his alarm clock then. At first it was a nice soft Japanese lullaby, than it was "YAAAAAAASHIIIIIIIIIIIII-!" which worked on us sleepers like a bucket of ice water.
For a moment I thought we were under attack so I grabbed the knife under my pillow I sneaked from the kitchen when we were fed and swiped it around me.
Mei reached calmly around her brother, who always sleeps through his alarm, turned it off and said "Back to bed everyone. False alarm."
(Side note: Kiku actually wakes everyone up with his alarm clock but himself. He trusts us to be his alarm clock. He has this song he always sets it to, a Japanese artist named Akiakane with a great voice. The song he uses starts out soft and lovely and whispery, then it explodes into this unbelievable scream. Interrupts my dreams every weekday morning and a lot of the weekends. The standard operation is to have Ivan reach over to Kiku's night table with his long arms and turn off the phone while Luddie drags Kiku out of bed by the ankles.)
"Too late. I'm awake." Luddie sat up and played with the cat's ears. Bella stirred, flipped on her side, sneezed twice and curled up into a ball under her blanket. She has always been the slowest riser in the mornings, even worse than Antonio and he's lazy as the cat. I haven't ever gone into the girls' dorm early enough in the mornings to see the vampires rising from their coffins, but lemme just say, those commercials where the lady gets off the bed in perfect condition are total bull. Then again watching Berwald roll off his mattress every morning is no joy either. He doesn't even get up he just slips slowly over the edge of the bed and trusts the fall to bump him completely awake. I amused myself for a minute with the image of Teddy Ber and Waffles slumping off a shared bed in opposite directions. The struggle out of bed was agony. Ivan helped it along by saying "Guess what guys? We slept for an entire day and a half."
I was totally ravenous. You know that feeling you have when it's like someone took an ice cream scoop and hollowed your stomach out? Had that. But I didn't want to go down unless I had my group. My group? Yeah ok, my group, these people are officially now my people. This is my team I guess. Don't have a reason to leave them. I hope I won't be given one.
About twelve minutes after the stirring began a member of the Matron staff poked her head around the door. If she was shocked to see the girls and the boys sharing a room she didn't say it.
"Glad to see you kids are up. I checked in earlier and you were all slumped around the place like a bunch of kittens, warmed my head it did, so I decided I would let you sleep for a spell longer."
The woman is named Gonzales. She's a long-time member of the Matron staff, who are essentially a nosey force of nannies kept around to make sure the boys and girls, or boys and boys or girls and girls, don't get up to any hanky-panky. They also enforce the curfews and the dorms' hygiene standards. I got my ass busted a couple times by the Matrons for items as minor as a sock on the floor….okay it was stuck to the ceiling with a spit-ball, but c'mon it's only a sock!
I guess the Matron staff must have been in their quarters a couple of floors down from the dorms, because later when we were walking around I counted at least 13 of them. Originally there were 25. Hopefully I just missed the other 12.
Matron Gonzales told us we were free to wander around for now. Later we might be called up to help. She said Security plans to call the remainder of the school, whoever's made it here at least, to talk about the situation. She's sure we'll "rise to the challenge splendidly". Rise to the challenge? She must mean we're going to be expected to help with our areas of expertise. The basic self-defence and weapon handling can only go so far though, what else can I do? It's all well and good for people with practical skills like Luddie with his mechanics and Kiku with his kantana but what can I do? Negotiate with the zombies? That sounds like a great idea. I'll organise a treaty. In exchange for the safety of the people, we will sacrifice one of our own at the beginning of each solstice. I made a list of people who I think we can afford to lose.
Ivan Braginsky
Ivan Braginsky
Ivan Braginsky
Ivan Braginsky
At the turn of the season we'll cut off one of his limbs and toss it to the zombies. That should hold them off until next summer. Maybe this time next year I'll be feeling generous and throw his torso out the door too along with the usual limb. After that I'm stumped. Ha ha, 'stumped'. See what I did there?
Just joking of course. I wouldn't throw anybody to the zombies no matter how annoying they are. At least he's as useless as I am. His speciality is sociology. You never know though, he could whip up a census pretty fast of who is here. Whenever the late (whoop!) Principal needed a questionnaire circulating the responsibility would fall to Ivan to get it out there. He's good at that type of thing. And sparring. If he's still around when you're reading this, never ever ever ever let him get you pinned on the sparring mat because he will sit on you and it will be impossible to get up without help or surrender.
Today was devoted to counting who was safe and who wasn't here. I already listed most of the people who are my circle of close friends. We know Im Song is dead. Mei was surprised when Kiku brought it up, but only because she thought she was going to have to tell him. She saw him get bitten and later succumb to the bite. They went off together for a little while. When they came back it didn't look like either of them had been crying, so I have no idea what they were talking about.
By splitting off into pairs (I was with Antonio) we managed to put together a list of who is here.
So far these are the people who are missing and not confirmed dead:
Veneciano Vargas (the nation Italy)
Elizabeta Hédeváry (the nation Hungary)
Giovanni Vargas(the micro-nation Seborga and Ven's close cousin)
Asal Amirkhani (the nation Iran)
Oscar Kirkland (the nation Australia, no relation to my dad Arthur Kirkland)
Roderich Edelstein (the nation Austria)
Berwald Oxenstierna (the nation Sweden)
Aleksander Nijinsky (the capitol Moscow, which Ivan was sad about)
Lili Zwingili (the nation Liechtenstein)
Vash Zwingili (the nation Switzerland)
Peter Baron (the self-proclaimed nation Sealand)
Audrey (the micro-nation Wy whose last name I can never remember)
Ruby Swatkins (the city of province of Cornwall, England)
Maya Mark (the state of Rhode Island)
Alejandro Cabrera (the nation of Mexico)
Alastair Mackenzie (the nation of Scotland)
That's only a sample of the people missing in action. I listed the people I knew the best out of the people absent.
There's this nasty feeling in my gut. This list is going to grow faster than it will shrink. And I'll have to start that list of the dead.
Im Song Yoo (the nation of South Korea).
And counting.
a/n I don't feel good about that ending. Too forced, it cut off in the middle of a thought, but hey diaries do that anyways. Al probably had to go to the bathroom and forgot about the entry. I would like to throw in a quick explainer here: I changed Peter's surname from Kirkland to Baron because in this fic he and Arthur Kirkland are not related. 'Baron' came from the barons that are currently running Sealand. Audrey/Wy has a surname, but it will be revealed at a later date. Once again, thank you for reading and I hope to see you at the next update.
Yes. I can see you. I'm watching you right now. No, no that's not breath on the back of your neck, I promise.