Dear diary,

Sometimes - when I am cooking or baking - I listen to Jazz. Soft, smooth, old Jazz. It makes me relax and calm down. I never do it when Bruder is home, or Italy’s there. It’s my little secret. No one else needs to know.

-Germany

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Dear diary,

Today I asked Italy how he smiles all the time, despite everything that has happened to him. He told me that memories all the bloodshed haunt him every day, but smiling with his friends is a better fate than succumbing to grief for events of the past. He said that he uses past mistakes to avoid causing similar sorrows in the future. It’s an admirable view to have, and I think I may finally be beginning to understand him. I think I’ll try to smile more.

Art from: X

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Dear diary,

The Berlin Wall is going to be torn down today and I can finally see bruder again. But why do I still feel so guilty? 

Art from: X

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Dear diary,

Christmas Day, 1914. I don’t think I will ever forget this day. It wasn’t just the men who’ve been wanting a break - so have I. And while it was just for one day, and the fighting will start again tomorrow, I’m so glad that, just for once, we none of us in either trench were enemies, nor soldiers. We were simply PEOPLE.

Art from: X

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Dear diary,

I know I’m sexually attracted to women. But I can’t see myself in a long-term relationship with one…

Art from: X

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Dear diary,

Those two… they brought light into my life. Especially Italy… I don’t what I would do without them. 

Art from: X

Submitted by: dorkydoitsu

Dear diary,

It’s happened for the third time already: I bid the soldiers in a dugout good night, then come back the next morning to find them all either dead or missing. No one seems to know what’s happening, and it’s scaring those men who are left. But now, I know. There was a message left in the dugout this time: “Matthew was here.” It seems Arthur has decided to make the boy his assassin.

Art from: X

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Dear diary,

Everyone thinks I don’t speak English very well. But that is not true! I am quite proud to speak other languages besides my own. And my accent isn’t as bad as everyone pictures it.

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Submitted by: hyper-otaku

Dear diary,

I asked my Brother about our father. He just smiled strangely and told me not to worry about it. When he sent me to bed I could hear him crying. I asked Miss Hungary when she came to visit and she told me that my father and brother never really got along and my brother didn’t really have someone look after him like he looks after me. She told me that he loves me very much and he just doesn’t always know how to “process his emotions”. He got mad at her.

Art from: X

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Dear diary,

Our alliance was short but our friendship isn’t going to end anytime soon.

Art from: X

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