Åland I
Tjenare Skottland!
How are you? I thought that I'd write this letter, since Stockholm is giving
me a hell, Köpenhamn is drunk, Oslo and Reykjavik is sailing (Again) and
Helsingfors is in love with Moscow. Again. I should really stop hanging out
with the capitals, they don't do anything that make sense anyway.
And who doesn't want to put a pillow over the face of someone, but as you say
(Write?), that might start a war, and Pappa Finland wouldn't be glad with me
if I dragged him into truobble...
Sincerely
Hanna-Maira Oxenstierna
Åland
P.S. Oh, you're having a party? Can I come? Pretty please with some sugar on
top? Technically, I'm only 17 (And a few thousand of years), so I understand
if you say no... But I drink anyway, so...
Dear Åland,
A'm bin bonny guid howfur aboot ye? Aye capitals ur forordinar mad rocket A've learned that whin ah meant England's capital. Sweet wee thing 'til ye tak' her swallyin then she cuid mak' a grown mon greet fur his maw. Ye shuid come ower 'n' pairtie wull th' United Kingdom instead o' hingin oot wi' fowk that mak' yi'll waant tae git intae a bar rammy.
It likelie wouldn't stairt a war if ah git mah brothers tae hulp me. Englain wont be able tae tak' oan me, north Ireland, 'n' Wales a' at Wance even if we didnae huv an army. Is Finland ever nae upset aboot something? ah dinnae hawp A've ever seen him smile ither than at Finland.
Sincerely,
Scotland
P.S.
Och coorse ye kin come tae pairtie! ye kin dram at 17 in th' United Kingdom sae it doesn't pure maiter. Truly ye kin dram at five in th' privacy o` yer ain hame. Even if it wasn't legal ah wouldn't stop ye.