Dear Spain,

Spain,

So uh, hi there. How have you been? I mean you haven't really been by in a while… Gah, listen, I am very thankful for our friendship but lately I've been feeling something more. It's this feeling in my stomach and just makes me smile. It's truly confusing. In a time like this I wish I had my mother to explain this to me. But that's just me getting off topic. What I am trying to say is that Spain I really think I love you. There is just something about you that makes me happy. Perhaps it's your laugh or your smile or maybe it's just your somewhat idiotic personality. I've caught myself smiling at the thought of you or laughing at a joke you told me, and I could be in the middle of a super market and the guy next to me might think I'm laughing at his face. Your presence jut makes me feel so happy and kind of safe at the same time. You're a great guy, Spain. I really great guy. I can't even believe I'm telling you this. It's so embarrassing for me. What's even worse is that you have Romano! I mean I'm happy for you but I envy him and am really jealous. Oh Allah I have no idea what to do right now… Spain, I love you. That's it. Perhaps we could go out to lunch again soon?

-Egypt