Journal,

I know it has not been all that long since I last wrote in you, but my mind has wandered greatly. Sometimes it seems like just yesterday when I invaded France. I think that his constant flirting on this day has driven me to write in you again. Part of me feels bad for what I did that day; I claimed him. Although, there is another part of me that is a not turned off by his over the top displays; some part of me craves to be back in that presence.

It was on June 22 I effectively invaded France and took control of part of his country. His boss caved into the demands of mine, and we were left to stare at one another. I can never forget the look of sadness in his face as we looked at each other. On some level I feel like I tried to make it up to him on that night. I wanted to erase the sad look of his I had seen. I tried to wash it away with kisses and sex. I doubt it worked. France is not a fool. He knows that some scars run deep. However, I still tried my hardest to erase it from his mind. More then that though... I think some part of me is fascinated by him and wants to see him happy; some part of me wishes it was me that makes him happy.

Maybe I have pent up frustration, but I doubt that's just it. Even though France had been harsh on me before seeing him with Bruder as a child has made me fond of him, and I think that night made me fonder of him in a different way. No matter. I will probably never act on this. I had to get it off my chest.

-Germany