Hi readers!
This is my first update in a ridiculously long time. I apologize for the wait, school was just too much to deal with for a while there.
Well, thanks to everyone who reviewed, and I hope you enjoy this one!
2011
December 12, 2011
In which a fire is mentioned, a certain hero of ours is hospitalized, and Arthur is still ignoring our dear hero.
Dear Arthur,
I've started this letter five times and tossed every single try in the trash. This is my sixth and final time. If it doesn't come out the way I want it to, I'm not sending this to you. So there. Of course I wouldn't let my Artie read something that is a total piece of crap! What do you take me for?
So yesterday, I was cooking, and then I forgot about the stuff on the stove, and I was working on this letter. Guess what happened? The house burned down. I didn't even notice until the air in the room started getting hotter than the air from outside, and when I did, someone had already called the fire department, so I jumped out of the second floor and landed on my lawn (thanks for the MI6 training course you sent me to two years ago when I went over there). Apparently I had mild burns all over my body, so they classified (they CLASSIFIED ME, ARTIE) my state as "not-out-of-danger-yet" and put me into the ICU. Also, they gave me this letter that I'm writing to you. I was holding it in my hand when I jumped out the window.
I'm writing this from the hospital, though I got moved out of the ICU. No, Artie, don't drop everything and come over, since I'm sure your boss wouldn't be happy, and plus, I'm fine. I know my boss isn't happy with the fact that I got hurt, but it'll heal like it always does.
Like the wound I got from the Civil War. You bandaged that one up for me.
Like the wound that Pearl Harbor caused. That was the one that really helped to start our relationship.
Like the scar of the wound I still have from that rainy day long ago when you let me become independent.
I know you don't like to recall the past, but I'll heal. That's the main point.
And Artie, why do you never speak to me anymore? Except for at the World Meetings, when I'm presenting and my back is turned. And you and France never fight anymore either. Is it because you're an old, old man? Hehe, I can just imagine you, drinking your tea while you read this letter, and then you read that line I wrote just now, and you spit out your tea. You mad, old man?
Okay, okay, Artie, I'll stop before you set another one of your curses on me. The last time you did that, freaking RUSSIA showed up.
My boss was creeped out.
Hey! I wasn't surprised! Not at all! A hero never gets surprised!
Come visit soon, please (PUPPY DOG EYES).
Love,
Your Alfred F. Jones always and forever
Oho~ So we got a little USUK in there, eh?
Yup.
And from here on out, it'll only get more sentimental~ I think.
