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Russia’s POV
Last entry xx, xx, 19xx
Starting over Entry 1
Date. 10, 28, 20xx
Dear Diary,
I know it’s been a long time since I last wrote, but today was an interesting day, we got some new kids at school, five, I think, I don’t really remember what they all look like, but one stood out to me and I don’t know why, but I’ll describe what they look like. One was called Canada? He has a maple leaf in the middle of his face and that’s all I can remember, nothing really stood out about him other than the raccoon hat. They’re twins, New Zealand and Australia….. Let’s just say I struggled to tell the two apart. The youngest one, a girl, called Sealand…. No one seems to notice her and frankly neither did I till the end of the day, more on that later. Now, the one that stood out, I didn’t catch his name, but he's the oldest. He has red and white stripes, a blue rectangle on the left side of his face with what looked like fifty stars on it. He wore fingerless leather gloves, a black shirt with white letters that spelled out NATO . He looked to be wearing purple jeans and a gray hoodie with maybe light brown fluff. The tips of his fingers and the middle parts of them are red. The most notable thing about the eldest one, were his shades.
I saw him in some of my classes, but didn’t bother to talk to him yet. He was loud, cocky, and confident. He was mainly hanging out with maple leaf boy, they seem really close by the looks of things, but I can’t be sure. At the end of the day, I saw them all hanging out at the front of the school, which was when I saw Sealand who was being ignored by her siblings but, the eldest had his hand on her shoulder as if to say,’ I know you’re here.’
Russia stopped writing, tapping the eraser end of his pencil on the side of his diary, he wished Belarus hadn't dragged him away as he really wanted to know the eldest one’s name. Russia sighed, closing his diary,’ That’s enough for now, not much else to add either.’ He thought as he moved away from his desk and stretched for a few moments before pulling out his homework. He was hoping to put the new kid out of his mind but it wasn’t that easy…..
“RRRUSSIA!” Someone called out his name.
“Vhat!”(God I’m going to struggle with the accents) Russia called back.
“Dinner time! Come down!”
“I’m dooing homeworrrk!” There was a long moment of silence before Russia groaned, contemplating on actually eating today. He absent-mindedly scratching the bandages on one of his arms before he continued on with his homework.
I wonder what’s behind those shades
America’s POV
America was the first through the door of the new house, immediately hugging his parents and bolted up to his room.
Taking his backpack off, America flopped onto his bed, he’d had a fun day at his new school, met a lot of countries, most of them he was acquainted with, although it had felt like someone was watching him the entire time he was at school. After a couple minutes, America sat up and pulled his homework out of his backpack. He looked at it confused,” Damn…” America mumbled as he stared blankly at the paper before putting it aside,”Guess I’ll do it later.” he shrugged, knowing he’ll just do it tomorrow.