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8:25 PM (same day)
Dear diary,
I'm glad I have Gilbert and Elizaveta on my side.
They protected me from all the violence that erupted in the conference room. It started with America and England fighting, as usual. France, China, Russia, and Poland tried to stop the fight, but only wound up adding fuel to the fire. Poland dragged poor Lithuania into the whole mess. I feel sorry for him.
Germany wasn't around to keep order. Nothing got accomplished at all. I don't even remember what we were supposed to be talking about.
The other nations used Germany's absence to their advantage, that's how I see it.
They didn't even notice me sitting in the corner of the room, Prussia and Hungary trying to comfort me. I'm glad those two had enough sense not to get involved in the fight at all. Normally, Gilbert would be yelling at everyone, "listen to the awesome me and shut up", and Elizaveta would be whacking everyone with her frying pan.
Peace cannot be paved unless we all learn the definition of "compassion".
~Feliciano Vargas
7:45 PM
Dear diary,
Even though I'm trapped in this real nightmare called my life, I'm still having bad dreams when I'm asleep. Now I hate my 3:00 siestas. Because I always have the worst dreams. I'll try and describe one to you.
I'm locked in a cage. A strange shadowy figure is holding a gun. He turns his head to me, with an evil grin. The shadow says nothing. I turn my head to see Ludwig. He's sitting on the ground next to the shadow.
I call out, "Ludwig! Run away! Save yourself!" He doesn't hear me at all. The shadow turns to Ludwig, pointing the gun at him.
"Ludwig! No!!! Don't let yourself be killed!!!" I shout. Still, nothing. My words have no effect. And I try to break out of the cage, but to no avail.
"Why aren't you saying anything!?"
One shot, in the chest.
Ludwig falls to the ground, dead.
The shadow turns to me, and the wind picks up. I can see a scarf flowing in the breeze.
That's all I see of the figure before I wake up crying.
In fact, I'm crying while I'm writing this. Tears are falling onto the page.
I wish I didn't have these nightmares.
~Feliciano Vargas
Dear diary,
I'm glad I have Gilbert and Elizaveta on my side.
They protected me from all the violence that erupted in the conference room. It started with America and England fighting, as usual. France, China, Russia, and Poland tried to stop the fight, but only wound up adding fuel to the fire. Poland dragged poor Lithuania into the whole mess. I feel sorry for him.
Germany wasn't around to keep order. Nothing got accomplished at all. I don't even remember what we were supposed to be talking about.
The other nations used Germany's absence to their advantage, that's how I see it.
They didn't even notice me sitting in the corner of the room, Prussia and Hungary trying to comfort me. I'm glad those two had enough sense not to get involved in the fight at all. Normally, Gilbert would be yelling at everyone, "listen to the awesome me and shut up", and Elizaveta would be whacking everyone with her frying pan.
Peace cannot be paved unless we all learn the definition of "compassion".
~Feliciano Vargas
7:45 PM
Dear diary,
Even though I'm trapped in this real nightmare called my life, I'm still having bad dreams when I'm asleep. Now I hate my 3:00 siestas. Because I always have the worst dreams. I'll try and describe one to you.
I'm locked in a cage. A strange shadowy figure is holding a gun. He turns his head to me, with an evil grin. The shadow says nothing. I turn my head to see Ludwig. He's sitting on the ground next to the shadow.
I call out, "Ludwig! Run away! Save yourself!" He doesn't hear me at all. The shadow turns to Ludwig, pointing the gun at him.
"Ludwig! No!!! Don't let yourself be killed!!!" I shout. Still, nothing. My words have no effect. And I try to break out of the cage, but to no avail.
"Why aren't you saying anything!?"
One shot, in the chest.
Ludwig falls to the ground, dead.
The shadow turns to me, and the wind picks up. I can see a scarf flowing in the breeze.
That's all I see of the figure before I wake up crying.
In fact, I'm crying while I'm writing this. Tears are falling onto the page.
I wish I didn't have these nightmares.
~Feliciano Vargas
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((Feliciano's continued diary. I'd like to see your predictions, so keep up the comments~ ^^ Model in preview image by Nachi Akira.
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© 2011 - 2024 Italy--Feliciano
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All these countries are now pissing me off. DAMN YOU GUYS!