Good day one and all. It is none other than Arthur Kirkland, better known as England. Because Gilbert (Prussia for those of you who do not know) has had so much success with his blog, I decided to try my hand at creating one!
With that said, I will be posting my diary on this website in hopes that I may get some well-deserved fans.
Happy reading,
Arthur.
Urgh, I have a bad feeling about this entry... it's the thirteenth...
Anyhow, yesterday and the days before that I didn't post anything were pleasant, just too hectic for me to add something for you all to see. I finally sobered up completely from my trip to Alfred's house.
Speaking of Alfred. After our little "adventure" on St. Patrick's Day, that stupid git decides that we should "hang out" more often! What sort of nonsense is that!? What we did that night is NOT something I want to repeat again! I was drunk. I was completely sloshed. And so was he. I see no reason why he would find waking up with such a disgracefully painful hangover as I had to be worth doing over.
And another thing! The things he keeps suggesting that we do together include, but are not limited to:
1. Eating hamburgers (no thank you)
2. Eating chicken (still no thank you)
3. Eating food (IS THAT ALL HE EVER THINKS ABOUT!?)
4. Going out drinking
And much, MUCH more... it's not that I don't WANT to be around him occasionally, but his ideas of FUN are simply absurd. Perhaps if he were to come to me wanting to play a nice game of rugby, I might accept. However, food? No. Just no. Not the shit he calls food.
Hamburgers... how shameful that I am the one who practically raised him.
Perhaps positive changes in his life will come from wanting to be around a good role model like me.
That's all for today. If anyone else would like to bash Alfred, here's your opprotunity. Fill in the sentence as you see fit.
America is _______________________________________________.
And yes, explitives are fine. I use them when referring to him all the time.
-Arthur
Urrrgh, I'm back everyone. Lessons for you all to learn from me.
1. Don't drink the green beer.
2. If you DO drink the green beer, don't follow it up with another alcoholic beverage.
3. If you DO drink more, don't listen to what others suggest for you to do.
4. If you DO listen to others' suggestions, be sure to snap out of your drunken state if you hear the words "make out" or "Space Needle" or "Big Ben" or "take it all off"
Erm, not that I have EXPERIENCE with this sort of thing! I just heard a lot of it at the pubs America and I were visiting for St. Patrick's Day!
So um, yes. That's all I have for today. I need to go sleep some more.
-Arthur
Veee~! So I showed up at England's house but he wasn't here! I looked around to try and find him, but all I found was a note that said
"Gone to America's for St. Pat. Be back tomorrow. Who ever finds this, please post something on my blog.
-Arthur"
So here I am you guys! It's Italy! Today is my birthday! Did you guys know that? I wanted to come over and see if England would come to my party, but since he's not here I guess not... :(
But Germany told me this morning that he wanted to throw a party for me! :) I'm so happy! I hope that all my friends (except England and America since they're busy) can be there! There will be pizza, pasta, singing, pasta, and fun! I can't wait!
So I guess England will see you guys tomorrow!
Love, Italy
PS: This is what my birthday cake looks like!
Sorry about falling asleep on the keyboard yesterday. Today will be different, I promise.
So tomorrow is Saint Patrick's Day. People often ask me if I celebrate St. Patrick because of disputes Ireland and I have had in the past, but the answer is simple.
Of course I bloody celebrate St. Patrick!
I have to! America drags me over to his house every year and gets me so blooming drunk I can't see straight! He tends to overdo things for St. Patrick, such as serving his people green beer, claiming to be Irish (even though he most CERTAINLY is not!), and even searching for leprechauns! I tease him about not believing in such things, but then he either ignores me, tells me to shut up (which I scold him for), or hands me another green beer.
It's not really that I WANT to celebrate St. Patrick, I just tend to because of America. After all, who wants a drunk "hero" running amuck? Most definitely not me. Therefore, I have to go over to at least supervise him. Then I end up drunk, and it doesn't matter anymore.
So to all you hooligans out there, don't do anything you'll regret on the morrow. I won't if you all don't.
-Arthur
Well, daylight savings time is now officially underway! I'm quite glad because this means that it will be light outside longer! However, there is one downfall. My stealthy, spy skills will have to improve so that I can sneak up on Germany and Italy while they train in the broad daylight. Not a problem though, I'm a trained professional! After all, 007 came from England!
One other downfall I've noticed is that I'm feeling very tired. Perhaps because I'm not completely caught up from "losing" an hour of sleep. Not to worry, I've been being very careful to stay awake in hopes that France won't try to take advantage of me.
Nothing much else exciting happened today for me! Nothing too exciting has happened in the past few days for me! And with that, I propose to you, the audience, a challenge!
Anyone who has an idea for something that I should do and then blog about, please let me know! I'm here to satisfy you! The readers!
Now if you all will excuse me, I'm growing a bit slea;aaw;e/;
