Just thought I would start doing this...

-- -------, 1762

That JERK.

Francis Bonnefoy, the nation of France, can not be trusted at all!

I'm in bed now, writing this, but I'm not going to sleep anytime soon.

France secretly gave me up to Spain!

After I've worked so hard for him for so many years! God! He can be so insensitive sometimes!

Antonio does seem like a nice person, yes...He even taught me some Spanish... But I still can't get over the fact that they did this secretly!

WHY didn't they tell me they were going to do this?

I'm cold and frightened and, although I hate to admit it, I want to go back to *la maison de mon grand frére!

I miss him a lot, actually.

I remember when he would give me hugs before I went to bed and he would tell me stories and sing to me...in French, of course.

But it was so...reassuring.

Antonio gave me a hug, too, but it's not the same.

Spain is nice and all, but France's house is where I belong.

I hope that I at least get to see that betrayer some day...

La maison de mon grand frére= (literally) The house of my big brother

I enjoyed doing that...

No idea why, since Navy is sad in this...

Oh, well.

I'll do some more later, I guess.