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H: kay people, we have a little guy who would like who would like to say hi too you. Since R is at a friends house and we're making J do an all nighter for a project-

J: You're the older twins! Why am I doing all the work?

H: Because you're the youngest, not counting our younger sisters.

J: Bitch.

H: You know you love me. Anyway, Moldova would like to become friends with anyone who will.


A boy walks into the hall outside the conference room, obviously skipping a part of it. He grabs a piece of paper and pins it to bulletin board and quickly looks around. Suddenly a voice calls and he runs away. No one has seen him except for the camera crew.

Dear people,

My name is Moldova. I don't blame you if you don't recall me or no who am. So that you can recognize me if you ever do look for me in the conference room I'm a thirteen year old boy (small for my human appearance age) with kind of spiky dirty blond hair that has a white streak in it (that's my capital, Chisinau) and reddish brown eyes. I also carry around a black cat with amber eyes on my shoulder, his name is Noapte. That's Romanian for Night, pronounced NWAHP-teh. If you still need something, I'm Romania's little brother.

I don't have that many friends, and not that many people to talk too. All I have is Big brother, Ukraine, Russia, the Baltics, Belarus, and a few other people. So, I don't know what to put in here. Just tell me who you are and please talk to me. I'm so bored and Russia is terrorizing me and big brother still makes fun of me. Although, he does let me use him as a human shield.

Here's some facts about me I guess. My birthday is August 27 because that's the day I became independent in 1991. I was named after a river and my full name is the Republic of Moldova. I'm best known for my wine production and I support my population with agricultural.

So, yeah. I'd love to meet since I don't talk much at meetings and big brother always has us leave early cause he normally gets in an argument with either Hungary or Russia. More commonly Hungary. Crap, speaking of big brother here he comes. Since he thinks writing to the outside world is brainless, I have to stop writing.

Quick thing, if you want to call me any nicknames you have these options: Moldy, Molly, Dova, and (sadly) Waldo (Romania lost me in a crowd when I was little. Because of that I'm slightly afraid of crowds. It was his fault, and I get the embarrassing nicknames)

Sincerely,

Moldova