Dear journal,

     Ah, the day of love!~

     I've sent Daniel out for groceries, and he should be back soon. I'm baking cookies~

     It's little special days in which I wish I interacted with more countries. Maybe then I'd have someone to invite over. . .

     I should invite Edward. He is my husband.

     . . . I don't have his phone number. . . Oops.

     Daniel, before I sent him out, had been staring at the clock all day. Like he was waiting for a certain time.

     Oh! I just heard the door! He must be back~

     I suppose I should help him with the groceries, but he's a big strong 'man' so I think he'll be fine. Something's been on his mind lately, so he's slightly cranky. I don't really look forward to hanging out with upset people on Bálint Nap.

     I think he might be upset about not really getting any Valentine's cards. In America, I am aware that everyone exchanges cards. Friends, family, classmates. . . But in Hungary it's mostly just young lovers. So, I will not be getting him a card.

     Baking cookies is quite enough. I need to prepare the goose soon.

     Lately, I've been having disturbing dreams. Dreams I would rather forget.

     Someone's been visiting me in those dreams. . . Someone I haven't seen in a few hundred years.

     Every country has their experience with a human that makes them feel. . . Quite different. Daniel has his. I have mine. Even little America had one. For mine, however. . .

     I think I'd prefer him to stay dead.

-Hungary