A/N: Okay, so I attempted this with Pennsylvania. I couldn't do it. So I instead chose a couple OCs of mine, the former and short lived nations of Corsica and Catalonia. Along with their actual letters to the world, I'll have a couple paragraphs written, because I can't resist describing. And apologies for any inaccuracies, I'm working off Wikipedia, my history books, and television programs.

Hola, World!

My name's Bonaventura "Catalonia" Carriedo- Bonnefoy. But you can just call me Bona. Or Cata. I don't care which.

Anyway, for those of you that don't know me, I used to be a nation. For a total of five years that is… But it's still five years of me being myself, right? Spain, who I consider my dad, wanted me to be my own nation and even lets me govern myself, but Aragorn and some of the islands got mad and said I couldn't be.

I have my very own nationality and language, but my language is just a mix of Spanish and French, 'cause I live right on the border. That's why I think of France as my dad too. But he isn't really.

But I've seen everyone else having fun writing letters so I decided to as well! After all, the only people I really talk to are Spain, France, and my 'half- brother' Corsica. Corsica's gonna write his letter now.

Comiat!

~Catalonia

Bonjour…

Uhm, well, my name's Aurel 'Corsica' Bonnefoy- Vargas. And like Catalonia, I used to be a nation. In the 18th century I was a nation for sixteen years before France took over. Before that I'd always been controlled: The Greeks, the Etruscans, Ancient Rome, the Ottoman Empire… But one of my boss' wrote up a constitution, in Italian. I always liked living with the Italy's best… But anyway, I had a couple other periods of freedom, but I live with France now.

I didn't actually wanna do this, but Catalonia said it would be good for me to make friends with other people. I'm kind of shy 'cause everyone's always trying to take my freedom or take me away from the country I'm living with.

Au revoir,

~ Corsica

Two teenage males put their pens down. The taller of the two, who had messy, overly long brown hair and exuberant green eyes smiled brightly. "Wasn't so bad, huh, Aurel?" he asked the other former nation cheerfully.

The other male smiled hesitantly, brushing his dirty blond and auburn hair from his strange eyes. One hazel, one blue. "Well, n-no. I guess not. Wh-what're we doing now, Boneventura?" He mumbled shyly.

Bonaventura, aka, Catalonia grinned and laughed, standing from the beach he and his companion sat on. They were both dressed for the beach in board shorts and tee-shirts, albeit Catalonia, strangely, wore a scarf striped with bright red and gold. "Hello, we're in my capital, Barcelona. Let's go find a club and party it up!"

Aurel's, Corsica, face turned pale beneath his permanent tan. "B-but!" Catalonia ignored him, folding up their letters and laughing as he bolted off down the beach.