Dear Journal,

You know how people say the French are so sophisticated and romantic? Well, they're fucking stupid, if they believe that crap. Francis is a complete bastard that tries to rape everyone he comes in contact with, be it child or adult. I swear, he's almost raped me on several occasions, all of them in public! Not to mention the fact that he molests everyone, friend or foe. He's even molested Arthur before, and they're always at each other's throats! What a goddamn idiot, that French dolt! One of these days, I'm going to point a revolver right between his eyes and pull the damn trigger. Maybe then everyone will respect me more!

Anyways, last night, Francis struck again. And, as usual, it was in a public place.

So last night was the annual Christmas party, and it was being held at Alfred's house, again. The party was going fine until Gilbert and that freaking scary Ivan brought out the alcohol (beer and vodka, pretty much), and soon half of the nations there were drunk. I sure as hell wasn't one of them; last time I got drunk on vodka, I took off all of my clothes and sang a bunch of Italian folk songs while trying to strip down Feliciano (he still gets scared about it when he sees me drinking). Arthur was drunk, as usual. But I don't think Alfred minded too much, since he was the one trying to persuade Arthur upstairs to his bedroom (those goddamn fags). I was getting tired of the party, especially since a bunch of the drunk nations starting showing off their horrible karaoke skills. I started looking for Antonio, as he was my ride home. When I found him in the kitchen, I nearly screamed in both horror and disgust. There was Antonio, the Spaniard I've known for centuries, half naked and pinned down under an over zealous and very naked Francis. It was goddamn wrong! Antonio was drunk, and Francis was just going to rape him then and there, in freaking public! In an effort to save Antonio, I grabbed a frying pan that was left on the counter and charged towards Francis.

Of course, everything went south from there, and not in the way you think. Francis must have heard me rushing towards him, so he leapt off of Antonio and started charging towards me like some kind of demon! It was scary, damn it! I shut my eyes and swung the pan randomly in the air, only to miss and let Francis rush right past me. It was all too weird. Francis had rushed past me and ran out to the party room, screaming out, "WHO WANTS SOME OF FRANCIS!!? I HAVE MISTLETOE TOO!!" Yeah, on his goddamn crotch. Everyone out there screamed and soon it was hell. And Alfred was nowhere to be seen (most likely upstairs, doing something dirty with the drunk Arthur. He's just as bad as Francis, that fag). I rushed over to Antonio after that, trying to see if he was alright. The goddamn tomato bastard threw up on my clothes. I dragged him out to his car, and we drove to the airport.

I just hope Francis didn't rape everyone there after we left.

That's all for now. Feliciano is with that potato bastard right now, I can just feel it! Whenever those two are hanging out, I get this weird feeling in my gut, like its telling me that Ludwig is sharing those goddamn wursts with Feliciano! They're both stupid, damn it! Like hell I'm letting my younger brother become that potato freak's little underling! I'm fucking going to kill him if he does; both of them!

~Lovino Vargas

P.S: THIS IS NOT A FUCKING DIARY! IF SOMEONE IS READING MY JOURNAL, I WILL FIND YOU! THEN I'LL GET ANTONIO TO GO ARMADA ON YOUR SORRY ASS, YOU BASTARD! BUT IF YOU'RE ANTONIO, I'LL CRUSH YOUR GODDAMN VITAL REGIONS!!!

I liked the idea of Lovino carrying a diary...er....journal, around with him, so I decided to write this down. I'm thinking about writing more journal stories for other characters later on, based on how well this one goes. There are pairings, so I'll list them:

Spain/Romano

America/England

N. Italy/Germany

If you want any others, just tell me, okay? I would also appreciate reviews, so don't hesitate to click that button!

~LunarEclipse896 (aka Lunar)