What are you talking about, we forgot to update this story? Pfft. David david david david david david david there are you happy now david i put your name into the freakint authors note

Chance

The whispers turn to shouting,

The shouting turns to tears,

Your tears turn into laughter,

And it takes away our fears.

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Day: I haven't been keeping track of how long it's been...

Well, diary-journal-book thingy, it's been a few months since I last wrote in here. I guess things have just been really busy lately.

Let's see...what's happened since back then? Oh! I won the Three-Way War! Actually that's a lie. Tino, Berwald, (I started calling them by their human names now, I don't remember exactly why), and I kind of just forfeited. And why, you ask? Not that paper can actually ask questions but I'll just pretend you did.

Well see, first I woke up in the study. Or more like Tino and Berwald just poured water on me until I regained consciousness. I have no idea what they were doing there, and they don't seem to remember either. But the place was such a mess. There were books everywhere! Literally, everywhere. All of the books had been knocked to the ground, all 8,694 of them! Apparently I must have passed out. Maybe there was an earthquake while I was reading there and a book hit me on the head? That seems like a possibility. But that still wouldn't explain everything. For example, why was my head bandaged and how did the bandage get there? The others said they didn't do it, so I guess I must have. And my fingers were bleeding severely too. The nails on my pointer fingers were split and ragged, and I had splinters on all of my fingers. I didn't cry though, when I had to pluck them all out. Nope. Not a tear.

Anyways, the strange stuff didn't end there. See, there were some words carved- or more, scratched- into my desk. My desk! (Can you believe that? My mahogany desk.) It said, "Don't forget," but man that's like, really creepy. Why would someone do something like that and write freaky passive aggressive notes to me by clawing at my desk?! What the heck? Like, did they have to be so oddly menacing? I'm sure a sticky-note would have worked just fine. Actually I lost most of my sticky-notes, so if this person wanted me to remember something that was really important I guess clawing at wood was the best way to go. And what was I not supposed to forget anyways? Was it important? Was I supposed to remember to clean up all of the books? (Which I did do, by the way, it took 4 days.) I might even remember what it is I wasn't supposed to forget and I don't even know because creepy note guy didn't mention what it was.

Well anyways, a few months later and I'm still working that one out. I left the carving there, in case one day I remember. You know what else I can't wrap my head around? Tino. Tino and his pink, freaking hair. How on Earth is his hair that colour?! It's kind of like a soft, strawberry milk shade? Anyway, it's really pretty and I tried braiding it once but it was too short and he slugged me in the eye. He decided to not keep dying it blonde anymore. He said he couldn't remember who, but apparently he feels as if a friend once told him that he shouldn't care what others think of him. Well good for him, that friend sounds awesome.

Berwald isn't wearing his glasses anymore. He has contacts. (He's also blaming me for breaking his only pair but he has no proof so obviously I didn't do it.) It's a nice change for him, but sometimes it's hard to recognize him without them and I do a double-take.

Oh, and also? Tino isn't a hostile freak (as much) anymore? Like sometimes I see them hugging and stuff? Tino? HUG?

For a while they had to stay at my place because for some reason there was this huge tree blocking the street and we couldn't leave. Eventually we all just tried to hack it away with axes and set it on fire with kerosene. (Note to self: giant flaming trees will cause your eyebrows to singe off.) They visit often, and sometimes I go to their place too. I'm never lonely. Did you know they have the cutest little dog ever? I think it's a girl and Tino named her after an egg salad or something. Hannahtamagotchi or something.

It seems I haven't explained to you why we all stopped fighting the war. See, besides that creepy carving in my desk, there was another note. It must've been from the same person, because who else would have written it? It was written in the back of some book that was on my desk. Parallel Lines, or something. I made a photocopy, so I'll just tape that in here-

Mathias this is no time for formalities or exchange of greetings so I'll just get right to the point. I'm such an idiot. And I'm really, really, sorry for that. It was because of my selfishness that I came and screwed up your life. If you find this before I'm gone (which you won't of course because you're an idiot and will probably start sobbing on the ground), don't worry because the spell should wear off and you won't remember a thing about me. It'll be a painless goodbye, I swear. (Sorry about the blood by the way, but I'm dying so what are you gonna do about it?)

But I'm not leaving this world without fixing up this mess I made.

1. Stop with your "Three-Way War." It is childish, stupid, and pointless. Three countries should be able to settle a dispute that has been going on forever and it is obviously not going anywhere anytime soon. You all must have some deluded fantasy that your people and citizens will return if you win. Well read this: they won't. It's your fighting that is scaring them off in the first place. Just stop and reopen your lands. They'll come back, I promise.

2. Yeah and Mathias you were wrong saying your people left to Russia and Spain. Some did, yeah, but my God did you even check? Or check the land you're fighting over for that matter? They moved to the supposed "Unclaimed land". Of course I've been told this by his fairies. He was alerted of my presence when I first arrived, and knowing something was amiss he sent them over. We had a nice conversation as well, telepathically of course. I won't tell you his name yet, you'll find that out in your own time, but he's a very charming fellow. I think you'll be really happy with him. His age according to existence is younger than you by about a hundred years, but human aged he's about the same as you because the sudden increase in population sped up his cultural development.

3. Don't even ask if he's like your strange biological son or something. He's not. Just how like a lot of immigrants go to America and he doesn't have parents. None of us do. We're freaking countries, ok Mat? But he has a little brother. His name is Emil. You better take good care of him, got that?

Ok, I think that's all. In a moment I'm gonna scream really loudly so you'll panic and run up here really fast. Sorry about your books. And your juice boxes. And for almost breaking your skull. And for locking you out of the house in the rain. Ha. It seems like when we first met was a really long time ago. (By the way, you aren't supposed to treat prisoners like that. Keep that in mind next time.)

I won't mention who I am because then I might just get false hope that one day you'll remember me. I'm just a good friend looking after you. That's all.

I just screamed and now my throat feels raw. Sorry for the sloppy writing, but now I'm blind and my energy is leaving me. I think you're running upstairs now. That's all I have to say.

Fare well, Mathias.

That's the whole thing. Kind of weird isn't it? I really want to find out who left it. Their writing makes them sound like they're really sad. I bet Davis wrote it. He seems like the person to write creepy letters of themselves. It did mention his brother Emil in it, right?

And yes! I have saved the best for last. As said in the letter (creepy how they knew) a majority of our people moved to the Unclaimed Land and started a civilization there. The main reason why Tino, Berwald and I never knew was because we always fought either within my boundaries or theirs. Kind of foolish, don't you think? That generations of our people left and started a life out on their own. That from grandparent to grandchildren, warnings would be shared to never venture out of their country's boundaries for danger that you should be trapped in the crossfire of merciless gods. (That's what Davis said, anyways.) And from this sea of homeless immigrants, a nation was born! This nation was simply going to be named the Unclaimed Land, but people realized that was stupid since they lived there now and it was technically claimed by them. So they came up with the most original name to have existed. New Unclaimed Land.

No, I'm joking. (Davis read that over my shoulder and hit me with a book.) They named him Claimtland. It's pronounced CLAYMT-lund. He's really picky when it comes to pronunciation.

And that's Davis. The biggest surprise of all. Well, I guess his brother is one too. But what really shocked me was that his people (an undiscovered race secluded from the rest of the world for a long time like, since before my Viking days), had technology just as advanced as the rest of the world. I know it's hard to believe, but apparently he has some kind of weird black magic thing going on, so he can read minds and levitate stuff I guess. And since because since day one his people had told him that the entire outside world was dangerous, he believed that and had always warned others about leaving. There was a web of lies, but no one knew that it wasn't true and they were all content to just stay in their homes. Even though he was secluded, because of his telepathy sometimes he would snoop around in other country's minds and try to recreate ideas, inventions, beliefs, any kind of culture really. He progressed in all fields of studies, and did pretty much the same thing I did with the books; try to make up for the trade and exchange of culture. Which is amazing, and I've congratulated him many times for accomplishing that. It astounds me that he's actually made it this far without disease or tyranny rotting him. Apparently the legends of the Three-Way War kept people from venturing too far off and the war itself kept other countries from venturing in. Of course, his people had technology and internet, etc., so you may be wondering how they didn't realize how the world wasn't such a scary place.

But I guess that's the thing about being scared. It's not really the fear of what you're scared of, but it's the fear of being so utterly alone. I guess that maybe if Davis truly felt that if he accepted that the world wasn't as bad as he thought, then everybody would leave him. That's kind of how I felt before too. But now that he's opened up, he's slowly managing to accept how amazing the world can be. "It was very hard at first," he said, "but I was finally convinced by a stranger who was very close to me." I asked him, but he won't tell me who it was that told him that. It seems that everyone I know is having help from some mysterious angel.

I feel that maybe outsider knew of Claimtland too, but maybe they were just as frightened of him, as he was of them. But now he's made his mark on the map and Davis is busier than ever before. People from Claimtland are being accepted to universities from all over the world, and news reporters and scholars have come to speculate how they could've been hidden for so long. He told me he didn't like the publicity, but I know he's probably just bluffing. In fact, I think he's just really happy that everyone is being real friendly. Of course, many people felt that they should be hostile towards him at first. I was afraid that he would put his walls back up, you know? Pretend he didn't see anything and just crawl back into his hole. I'm so glad that he didn't try to leave and hide again. That would probably hurt more than anything.

And now to how I met Davis in the first place. He showed up on my doorstep one day. Literally, he rang the doorbell and pointed a gun to my head and everything, the real ladies' man. I remember his first words were, "Move and I shoot. You and your idiot friends have been constantly fighting over the land that my home consists of for the past few hundred years. I both request and demand for you to stop the war immediately." Yada yada, etc. He was really scary so I just complied with what he said. It took a while to convince the others to agree with him but I guess a few gunshots narrowly missing them would scare them into anything.

Ok I have to go do some stuff and politics and boring other things to help out my house so the end of this is going to be really short and rushed. I'm going to miss writing these journal entries, since this will probably my last ever. Maybe I might take it up again one day, but not for a long, long time at least. I think I don't have to rely on writing things down anymore to remember the few good times I had by myself as a kid, because now I can share great memories with all my new friends!

PS. I forgot to put this in earlier. Davis seems really familiar to me. I'm positive that I've never met him before, but I just can't shake the feeling that I know him from somewhere? Just, his voice and hair and height and everything just seem so familiar. Heheheh. It's probably just my imagination. Some weird case of deja vu or something. What if we met in a parallel universe? How crazy would that be!

.:Baka&Co:.

Norway sat on the floor, staring at the book that England had returned. It turned out that he had leant the wrong one to him. This one however, was not one that Norway had remembered purchasing previously. Wondering where the book had come from, he decided to read the whole thing to see what it was about. All the while he was reading, blurry memories would form in his head of strange events that he could never remember happening.

He shifted uncomfortably. "'Parallel Lines', huh? What a stupid story. What a depressing ending. Meeting me in a parallel universe? That could never happen." His vision fogged up. Tears plopped onto the last page of the book. "Right," his voice cracked. "How crazy would that be."

The End.

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So you see, this world doesn't matter to me,

I'll give up all I had just to breathe,

The same air as you till the day that I die,

I can't take my eyes off of you.

A/N Fact: Norway has fish pudding.

Wow we haven't updated in a loooong time. BEAT THAT KID I UPDATED BEFORE YOU CAME BACK ONLINE!

This for SURE is the last chapter of Parallel Lines. (If we add another chapter it's just an author's note so don't stress.) Thank you so much to everyone who read this! This chapter was supposed to be an epilogue of some sort. Anyone care to guess why we chose these song lyrics?

Stay cool,

-David and Chance

aka Baka&Co