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.
Good evening one and all! Today was much better than this past weekend! I had my voice back today and France didn't come around at all! Simply splendid weather too I must say.
However, something's been weighing on my mind off and on today. What, you might ask? Why my relations with Canada! He and I don't speak very often to each other, yet he treats France like a son would treat a father! Geh, does he not remember the not-so-distant past and all of the influence and culture I gave him? I even taught him a bloody language! Perhaps America has given him a false impression of me. No matter. I may invite him over someday in the near future for tea. Then perchance, he may come to appreciate all of the great things I have provided for him.
Unlike that ungrateful git America. If he had just stayed under my authority a little longer, he may not have become the bumbling oaf he is now with all of his completely and utterly far-fetched ideas about ways to prevent global warming and what-not.
Well, my bedchamber beckons.
-Arthur
So sorry for the delay everyone! Already I'm falling behind on my daily entries.
Yesterday my cold turned into what seemed to be a touch of laryngitis because I struggled to speak. Yes, even the great and mighty United Kingdom can lose his voice it seems. I had hoped I'd scared France away with my germs the day before, but once he realized I wasn't contagious (and that I couldn't scream for help) he decided to pay me another visit in which he MORE than over-stepped his welcome.
...I really need to keep my vital regions better protected.
Then today my voice started coming back a little. America came by instead of France (thank God) and insisted that a hamburger would coax my voice back out. However I assured him that the Earl Grey I'd been drinking was doing the job well enough. For some reason I felt myself get... weaker... when America was around. I'm really not sure why. It was probably his loud, obnoxious voice giving me a headache. Nontheless I awoke from a nap with my head on his shoulder which naturally startled me.
Perhaps tomorrow I will feel 100% better and all these people can leave me in my splendid isolation again.
-Arthur
Dear Diary,
What a way to start off a blog! I believe I'm coming down with a bit of a cold! Anyhow, France came by after hearing that I was sick to see how I was. It disturbed me a little when he said he wanted to "play doctor" and examine me. Luckily, all I had to do was sneeze on him to get him to go away. I hate it when that mad bugger stops by my house to tease me.
It also irritates me when he tries to be romantic with me. It's not like we've ever been attracted to each other anyway! But he always seems to be trying to get into it with me! If he's that lonely and desperate he ought to try someone else and not waste his time with me!
Oh well, I suppose that will do it for today's entry. Cheerio everyone. Don't let France do anything he shouldn't should you see him.
-Arthur
My first entry! I'm quite excited to kick this blog off and what not! Geh, if only my wallpaper wasn't so feminine... as a matter of fact everything looks a bit feminine here...
No matter. I will officially begin posting my diary here starting tomorrow. I hope everyone finds it wonderfully fascinating!
-Arthur
PS: This wallpaper was the only somewhat interesting thing I could find with teacups involved. Forgive its lack of masculinity. And it's not mine either.
