by ZHE PRUSSIAN KITTEH » Tue Oct 13, 2015 8:11 am
Prickleheart
Like most nights, he hadn't slept. Even though he was somewhat more at peace with Fatepaw's death, he couldn't rest that night. He had just curled up and laid in his nest, left with his thoughts. The next morning he crawled out of the den slowly, blinking as the sunlight hit his eyes. He shook his fur and looked around, wondering what he should do for the morning.
Dear Diary.
I am afraid that one day i'll die and be just a distant memory. I'm no longer a nation und I know it could happen any day now. I just...don't want it to happen. I have so much to live for. Mein awesome bruder Germany, my best friends Spain and France...and sweet little Birdie too. I hope thst when I do die, he will never forget me und take care of Gilbird for me. There are so many thing I want to do and say before I go, but when I go to say them, nothing comes out. I hope I can tell Germany that he is the best bruder in the world, tell Spain and France that they are my best friends und gave me the best years of my life, but also...tell Birdie how much I love him. Sorry for getting all unawesome and depressing diary. I think I should stop writing now und go talk to some of my friends now...