In My Story

In my story…

America is the adorable hero!

Brazil is the one that kicks the most butt!

Canada is the worried motherly character who’s strong enough to protect everyone.

France is pretty clueless to what’s really happening.

Germany is the one in a bunny suit.

Greece is sleeping with his kitties.

Iceland is a party pooper.

Latvia is dressed like HRE but adorable regardless what outfit he has on.

Netherlands knows the answer to everything but he only tells those who can pay.

Norway is a damsel in distress a lot and is very upset about it.

Russia is very helpful but a lot of people are scared of his helpful nature…and the big metal pipe he carries.

Romano and Italy are wonder twins.

Sealand is the only sane person.

Spain is always taking a nap when there’s danger.

…one day, this will all make sense to people.

Me and Germany~

Dear Diary Friend,

Germany has been really, really lonely lately so I told him we should go on a picnic.  He wasn’t really sure since I offered to cook.  But I’m really good at cooking!  He didn’t really trust it.  So we cooked together.  The food came out very interesting.  Sausage in coconut milk taste kinda sweet and savory at the same time.  Germany liked the sausage until he choked on a really long one.  I said he shouldn’t put such big pieces of meat in his mouth and he said I was forbidden from ever talking about that again.  So I promised not to talk about him and big sausages.  On the picnic, there was a bunny.  It wasn’t a nice bunny since the moment Germany tried to pet it the bunny bit him.  But I scolded that bunny and put a bandaid on his finger and give it a kiss so it would heal.  He promised next time we went on a picnic, it would be a cake party picnic.  I will make sure to bring tiaras so it’s a princess cake party picnic!

That’s it for now,

Sechelly~

Secret Identity

Dear Diary Friend,

Everyone was playing a game the other day.  This thing ask questions and everyone was supposed to answer them.  It started pretty funny.  It asked questions like who would be the wife, and everyone always said Germany.  It made him very upset because he is not a wifely person.  Russia offered to be the wife, but that didn’t work out that well.  And then it asked how fun it would be to go to an amusement park, and it’s obviously really fun.  It’s an amusement park!  Silly machine.  But then the question machine stopped asking questions and declaring things like I was really Italy in disguise.  I was also Germany, Prussia, and Canada in disguise.  But I’m not any of them!  I’m me!  Sey is Sey…

But then it said I could be a super hero sidekick.  And well, if I’m a super hero, then I need a secret identity.  It’s like a rule for superheroes that no one can know who they really are.  Apparently, my secret identity is every other nation.  It makes it easy to make sure no one ever knows who I am.  But I don’t remember doing anything super, and I definitely don’t remember having a super power.  I should ask the question box about it, but it doesn’t really answer my questions.  I just don’t know.  Maybe the box was trying to trick me.  So to forget the box, we all went to go get cake.  Yay for cake!

That’s all for now,

Sechelly

Papa

Dear favoritest diary,

Papa France and Papa England left recently.  They’ll be back I’m sure, but I miss them.  Until they come back, NeNe offered to adopt me so I would not be sad and lonely.  I agreed!  I don’t like being sad an lonely.  So since NeNe became Papa Netherlands, I decided I’d be more like him.  I scowled at everybody, took Russia’s money, gave up any parfait to eat only Belgium chocolates, smoked, and dyed my hair blonde.  Papa…didn’t like to too well.  But that’s what you’re supposed to do when you have a Papa, you act like your Papa.

Canada, Russia, Germany, and Spain all yelled Papa Netherlands for being a bad Papa.  I scowled at them and said “you ain’t nothing if you ain’t Dutch,” but that didn’t too well.  So Canada adopted me.  No one could see me.   I yelled I was right here, but they still couldn’t see me.  Then they yelled at Canada for losing me.   They didn’t want Russia to adopt me, so Spain adopted me.  I got to eat churros and take sietsa.  Muy bueno!  Papi Espana es muy simpatico!  Me encanta.

Hasta luego y mucho besos!

Sechelly

PS:

I still miss Papa France and Papa Iggy.

My Family: Part 2

Dear Diary,

If you consider everyone connected to one another, the whole world is my family.  I like to think things like that.  That way I can consider people big brothers and sisters.  It makes things feel less lonely.  I am a tiny little island in a vast ocean not really close to anyone. I’m an African nation, but I was found by France and no humans lived here until France lent me some so I wouldn’t be so lonely.  So while there are things that might have me easily identified as an African nation, I have a lot of French traits.  And then England came and decided to become my Papa, so I have English traits too.  America is like that, but they consider him a North America country.  There’s nothing wrong with being called somewhere because where we are.  It makes things easier to remember, but I don’t like it when they say because we’re in different regions we’re different.  Everyone has a little influence on each other.  Humans come from other lands and help spread culture and traditions.  And certain nations consider each other brothers and sister.  So even before marriages and things, we’re all really connected. 

I like thinking of America and Canada as brothers; Italy and Romano as uncles; Netherlands and Belgium as an uncle and aunt; Vietnam and Egypt as sister and brother.  I like to think we can all come together and have fun.  We can all laugh together, cry together, work together, and smile together.  And sometimes it might be hard because sometimes families have a hard time understanding each other.  Sometimes family members get upset at one another.  Sometimes they yell and shout.  But after everything’s said and done, they love each other.  I know everyone doesn’t think like this, but I hope one day they do.  I hope one day we all come together and hug.  It doesn’t matter who considers me a daughter, sister, aunt, or even twice removed cousin.  As long as they see we’re all family and love one another, I would be really happy.

Sincerely a hopeful little island,

Sechelly

Secrets

Dear Favorite Diary,

Today I had pizza for lunch!  It was really good.  It had tons of cheese on it, and cheese it tasty.  So is fish.  So are coconuts.  So is chocolate.  In fact, a lot of things are tasty!

When I was eating pizza, a lot of stuff happened.  Canada and Italy were going to get into a fight, but it didn’t work.  It didn’t work at all.  There was an explosion, but it really couldn’t be considered a fight.  But then Romano  threw a bomb at Kuma.  Kuma kinda went crazy!  It was all like RAWR I’M KUMAJIRO AND WILL EAT YOU ALIVE!  And then Kuma ate Romano.  I tried helping by making Romano a zombie, but Kuma was still all rawry!  …And then Romano came back to life and Kuma was like ohnoes~~~~

Canada stopped the fight.

Italy got upset and went crazy too, and so Romano started talking about pene.  Canada was all ’you don’t talk about your brother’s pene’ when I asked him but Romano told me you do.  Brothers talk about pene to each other in the way that the Pope does not approve.  But Canada can’t tell me because it’s a secret between him and Amerique.  So I learned brothers have tons of secrets and sisters don’t.  At least I got a treat for being a good girl.

I like treats.

Love you,

Sechelly

Princess Strippers

Dear Diary,

Rommie is a princess.  I know this because once I was a knight that got to protect Princess Rommie.  I didn’t do that well, but still I tried really hard.  Goats and dragons just seem to win sometimes.  But, apparently princess don’t just get attacked by goats and need saving.  Sometimes, they’re strippers!  By Rommie’s standards, strippers do the following:

• Take off clothes while dancing.
• Fall on ground during the dance.Yell at people upset like while dancing.
• Break ankle somewhere during the fall and dancing.
• Struggle dancing while pretend like you didn’t get hurt.
• Blush when someone says something about you.
• Yell some more.

He did other things, but he told me to stop taking notes.  It was something about broken ankle porn, but I don’t know.  Not sure what broken ankle porn really is.  Probably something way too adult for me to understand.  I mean, I’m an adult!  I really am.  But some of the things that Papa and Pepe do are confusing.  I don’t know.  I might have some more growing to do, but I won’t say that to anyone.  I am very much a sophisticated adult, Diary. 

Rommie’s not the only stripper princess.  Ni Ni Pon is also a stripper princess.  You’re not allowed to touch the merchandise.  Whatever that means.  Ni Ni Pon and Rommie are really pretty in dresses.  Nene’s also pretty in a dress.  Not sure why Nene wears a dress, but Rommie says he sometimes wears them.  I like dresses.  Everyone should wear a dress. I wish more people would wear wears.  They’re much better than pants.

That’s it for now,
Sechelly

PS: Oh, and Nene said that screaming in pain is the typical Italian dance that use to scare ghosts.  I didn’t see any ghosts around, but I know if there’s any around, Rommie is the person to ask to protect me.

My Family: Part 1

Dear diary,

I want to explain to you my family.  First came Papa France.  He is my original Papa that I love very much.  When he became my Papa, he already had a large family.  He had a pretty sister that he loved.  He had a many sons, but I think Canada was his favorite.  America was also his son.  Plus there were people like Cameroon, Cambodia, Morocco, India, and even Vietnam in Papa France’s family. 

But eventually Papa got in a fight with someone, and then Papa had to give me up.  And that’s how I got Papa Iggie.  He wasn’t the nicest Papa, but Papa Iggie still took really good care of me for awhile. He did call me stupid a lot.  I don’t like being called stupid cause I’m not.  I’m not the smartest girl, but I’m not stupid and sometimes Papa Iggie is just mean.  But I still love him.

Papa Iggie also happened to be Canada and America’s papa, but he liked Amie the best.  There was also people like Hong Kong, Egypt, Australia, India, Sudan, Kenya, and New Zealand in Papa Iggie’s family.

Nowadays, things are much, much smaller feeling.  Papa France and Papa Iggie don’t feel like they’re related to the whole world.  Well, they still are, but you know.    But, I think Papa Iggie misses that feeling even though he has several brothers around him.  So Papa Iggie’s been marrying everyone.  He’s married Scottie, but they got divorced.  He’s married Amie.  He’s married Germy, but then Germy married Rommie and Ita I think.  He’s married Cannie I think too, but Papa said Cannie’s Married to Sweets.  I don’t know of Papa married Sealand, but he might.  I think that would make Sea Sea very happy since he probably loves Papa the most out of all his brothers.  Plus, if you get married you get cake!  Who doesn’t love cake!

That’s it for now diary but I may try to tell you more later,
Sechelly