Hey everyone so you guessed it, I decied to join the band-wagon! This is Iraq's letters to the world! Please drop her a letter, and she'll be more than happy to reply!
Glaring at the laptop in front of her Iraq was pissed in the least.
"I cannot believe he is making me do this." Iraq started mumbling to herself. "What does he take me for, an answering machine?"
If looks could set shit on fire, well, damn, Iraq would need to ask Japan to hook her up with a new laptop, one that was glare-proof this time.
"Get in contact with the world again he says! Make friends again he says! Write letters, and send emails to everyone he says! He thinks I have it so easy being a nation and all, well buddy you're wrong as hell!"
Iraq was screaming by now, waving her falafel sandwich in the air. Little bits of falafel were flying all over the place by now. Iraq swore that if she didn't get something out of this brain stabbing experience she was going to bitch-slap her boss.
But for now as she sat back down to look at her laptop, she was at such a loss for what to do, it was driving her mad. And then it hit her, like a shahata hitting England. She smiled at that thought, and realized just this; she was going to write letters to the world!
Translations:
Falafel: An epic Arabic food made out of like chick peas or something...idk I fail at being Arab lol -_-
Shahata: Iraqi for sandel!