by ZHE PRUSSIAN KITTEH » Mon Oct 12, 2015 2:07 pm
Prickleheart
He snickered a bit,"Extra long claws, love. It makes running much easier." He continued to run, speeding up even faster.
(He has a british accent in my mind, that's why he called he love. Just to clarify.
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...