Story Plotting (Private)

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Yeah... That is just creepy.

So... Do you want me to give you a story I am working on?

Day 1
They let us have only one thing, I had asked for a book. Luckily I had taken my pencil and sharper with me along with a nice eraser. Let me start from the beginning because you have no idea what has happened and who this they is. Well, we don’t know what this they are, but I can tell you what had happened. Here we go.
Well, when I had woken up, I was in a room with nothing but a door. The walls were stone, like a basement in a way. I wasn’t here alone, though, most of the nations were here. The first thing we had done was look around for a way out, America had found a way to get food, but it didn’t work for everyone, just for America. Which was confusing, America had tried to trick them into thinking that he wanted food so he could give it to someone else, but he made it a bit too obvious. So here we were, stuck in a basement-like room and not knowing why we are here or how we got here. Near the end of the day- We could tell it was the end of the day by listening outside the room- America was stationed right beside the door, still trying to open the door. A note was passed to America through the bottom of the door; he picked it up and had shown it to everyone. It said ‘You are allowed to have one thing, write it down or tell us. You are all allowed one thing, choose carefully’ I let the other nations borrow my pencil so they could write it down. America had asked for a game console and a charger, which was more than one thing. England had asked for a way out of here, which I had found a tiny bit funny. Of course he knew he wouldn’t get it, so he just asked for tea every day… Yet again that wasn’t one thing, but it was one task so I guessed that was why.
I had gotten my book earlier. Wait… The door is open!
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I had ended up still stuck in this room; a box had been pushed into the room before the door had closed. I pretty much hurt my wrist when I had tried to open the door; everyone is sleeping right now so I just thought it was a good idea to start writing. Maybe this was a good idea after all, it does feel better to put everything down on paper. I am going to go get some sleep. Yeah.

Day 2
Today… I don’t know how to start this today. Yes… Things happened of course, but it’s sort of hard to explain. The day started off with England, getting his tea for the day, which had pleased him. We got two plates of some bannock and butter, which was ok I guess. We had to share it all. The two nations who were ripping pieces off for the others were Germany and Japan; they did a good job at dividing it all up for everyone. We got another plate after we ran out another which they also had divided still.
We got some food for lunch and dinner, which we were all thankful for. I am writing right as everyone is finishing dinner. It wasn’t a very good dinner, but it was better than nothing, I had a feeling it wouldn’t be anything that can’t be shared. I watched as America seemed to figure out a way to get the people that locked us in here to be his slaves. Every time his game console was close to dying, he would knock on the door, then a cord of a charger would be put under the door and he charged it up while he played it. When he got bored with a game, he would just knock and tell the people on the other side and after a couple hours a game would be pushed under the door. It was strange; it seemed they were favouring America more than everyone else. No one seemed to notice or at least that is what I thought. We are about to have a meeting, so I got to get going. I will talk about the meeting when I get back.
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I am back; the meeting wasn’t as eventful as I had hoped. It was mostly arguing about how we were going to get out and also about what was going outside of the room. I had pretty much had my hands over my ears the entire time, since my head as hurting so much. There were certain times that certain nations left for an hour, only to come back. I had my first one today and it was mostly with me, talking about how I was with the others and doing some other stuff. I have had a heating headache for the past day, I wasn’t sure why… Maybe I am getting a fever or something. That was one thing I was hoping that I was wrong about. I have been trying to stay up longer than everyone so I can see if anything happens while we sleep, but so far nothing much had happened. Oh yeah, I had forgotten to talk about what we do every day. Well, most people stay by the walls and some lucky people get the corners, they tend to stay away from the middle of the room. No one talks, and when they do it is very quiet and short. It seems as if everyone is scared to talk more than they need to. The one thing that bugs me most about being in this room is the lurking silence, it stays throughout the day. Excluding the times when we gather for food or for meetings. America always sleeps beside the door; he seems to be obsessed with it for some reason. Maybe because it helps him feel like he is going to leave or something, but I am never sure what goes through his mind. I yet again have to get some sleep.

Day 4
It’s been a day since I wrote something, I had totally forgotten about this book. I had been so tired yesterday that I had forgotten completely about writing before sleeping. The one thing I like is that there is always a nice light that everyone can sleep with it on, but also helps me be able to write. We had two more meetings, yet again. As usual, they were no help, only making people irritated and missing their homes. Italy had a crying fit about missing having pasta and seeing the outside world. This was obviously having a lot of effect on everyone, we haven’t even been here for a week, but yet we missed everything about the outside world. I am running out of things to write… Yes, being in this room does make boredom a constant thing. I have looked over to America, several times during today and yesterday and all he was doing was enjoying playing on his game console. He had gotten like ten games today, every time he was bored of a game he would give it back to the person on the other side of the door. Then he would ask for a game that he wanted and he would be given it, I have been counting how many games he had gotten bought for himself. So far he has about thirty-five, which is much beyond one thing. I had to admit, I envied how he had gotten the people on the other side of the door to love him so much that they would get him anything. I wondered what was going through his mind, how he could come up with a way to do that. Well, most people did like him, which was understandable, but others like England would rather he not be here. I sort of like that America is here, because he has been telling me things about what they talk about on the other side of the door. Most of their conversations make no sense, but they do help. We can’t tell the others, because when I tell them that I got the information from America, they won’t believe. So we made a plan that we would keep it a secret and when we found out everything then we would bring it to everyone’s attention.

Day 5
America had told me some interesting stuff today. Its day five, which is a bit hard to believe… We are slowly running out of enough food for everyone and America had noticed. He had listened to a conversation that had told us that by taking the food away bit by bit, we would give up food so the others won’t get hungry. They were right, they were so darn right. Today, the meeting had really quieted down a lot, as people mostly ran out of ideas of getting out. Italy didn’t come to the meeting, neither did Romano or France. Romano was with Italy in one of the corners and it seemed that no one really wanted to be with France, which I sort of felt pity for the Frenchman. The meeting ended just how it had started, quietness. Everything has changed, you would think that it would be like the world meetings every day, I am watching as Italy is coming back from his hour out of the room. Right after Italy comes back, it’s Romano’s turn. I have sort of figured out who leave at a certain time, but not all of them since there are nations that leave and come back throughout the night. It would take too long to write it all down, yet again still hardly any talking.

Day 7
I had taken a break from writing since I had sort of hurt my hand while trying to escape again… They have obviously known that I was making a book about this since yesterday I had woke up and this book was gone, for almost the entire day. Then it came back right this morning, which was also another reason why I haven’t written. Oh yeah. The more interesting stuff… America had gone missing… Or so far he has been missing. Yeah, sounds funny huh? Well, I watched him leave for his hour this morning and he hadn’t come back at all and it’s already night. Sadly, it looks like no one had noticed or at least cared that he was gone. There goes my source of information, was that why they had taken him away? Was it because he knew too much? That was a possibility… Wait… They had read this book so they knew that America had told me stuff about their conversations. I hope that he is ok, but yet they were very nice to America anyway, so that kept my mind somewhat at rest. I hope he comes back as well; he had been the only one that kept this place from, making me go insane, well along with this book.

Day 13
Six days. Hard to believe that I haven’t written for all that time, it was hard to come back to this book and continue writing when I hadn’t had anything to write about. My hope, that America would come back has left, he has been gone for as long as the pause in my writing has been. England and a few others have noticed and actually finally started worrying, but they also seem a bit relieved. I am not going to name names; we will just leave it at that. Not only did America get taken from the room, but also Italy. Romano had like a somewhat breakdown at the door, when he had figured out that they had taken Italy. I didn’t understand what they wanted, maybe to keep us confined from the world. Surely there was a reason, but now that my most reliable resource is taken I can’t really find out. My book had got taken several times, but it had been returned to me the same day which was nice. England had asked me to borrow it so he could read it, maybe because he had nothing better to do. It didn’t bother me, but it seemed strange that he wanted to read something that was about the situations that they have been through together. Actually England was the one that had told me to continue it; he obviously enjoyed it and wanted me to continue. So that is what I did. After that a few others in the room wanted to read it, even Germany had asked to borrow it. We had started getting hardly any food and many of us have gone hungry. I feel so sad now that America is not here to at least keep me updated or at least make this place a bit less boring. Of course, he always tried. Even if he had failed, he would keep doing so that he still had a chance of doing some good. Before he had been taken from the room, he had gotten everyone a second thing that they all wanted. Which was very nice of him, a very kind favour, there were many things that people had asked for. If I were to write everything that they asked for then I would be here forever. The thing that I had asked for and am still waiting for; was America. I know, it was a stupid for me to ask for him back, but I really did miss him trying to make everyone a bit happier. At least I asked for something that was easy to do, I knew that I might have just thrown away my second thing that I could get and that they would probably not let him back in the room, but trying is better than nothing. I never realized not writing for six days would give me so much to talk about, so here I am, sitting and waiting for what everyone else is waiting for an explanation or just being let out of here.

Day 14
I only write for today, since it marks two weeks we have been in this room. The food has narrowed down to one meal for one person, meaning only three people eat a day. Which puts most of us in hurting hunger, I can hardly write this without the pain of my stomach interrupting me. Most people have been sleeping most of the day away; I can’t blame them since it seems when you sleep you don’t feel pain. Two weeks. Two long and somewhat eventful weeks, even if all we do all day is sit in a room trying to keep positive. The meetings are pretty much discontinued, since, well, they were no help anymore. The last meeting was nothing, but silence and negative words. So Germany said that once we had more food then we would go back to having the meetings. I hoped we would get more food soon. That is all I can write for today, I am going to have a nap. Just like everyone else. America and Italy are still not back.

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