England,
Yeah, right! Ya cookin' stinks! As a prank, mah siblings sent meh some, an' I
ate them. Then Paul Lepage got elected, now mah economy is goin' down!
They're in da mail now, hopefully they'll still be good by the time they reach
ya.
Yours,
Maine
Maine,
Were you not a lady I'd respond to that with some most unpleasant language. But as it is, I'll be a gentleman and let it slide. No matter how untrue it is.
Although on the subject of cooking I received your parcel, and once I'd ascertained that France wasn't hiding in it I thoroughly enjoyed its contents – much as I hate to admit it, they were rather good. So thank you.
Yours,
Arthur.
Dear Arthur
Well, I just want to make Sealand happy, although I'm in a very terrible
predicament now, I almost made it to your front door with some pie, and France
just threw me into his car and drove me to his house, please tell America,
Japan, and Russia about what is going on, I'm really scared, please help me,
and I think you should ask America about my name
Signed
Tsuki M. Florida Jones
Tsuki,
Oh, bloody hell. Really? Well then…I've sent a memo around. Don't get too worried, you're not the first nor will you be the last. Francis is…well, he's Francis. No serious harm will come to you, or at least nothing that a strong cup of tea won't solve. Just hang on in there and if you need to kick him around a bit – he's a terrible coward, and at any rate no doubt the others will be around in a bit.
Saying that, I might reach you before this letter does. But in case I don't, rest assured help is on its way.
Yours,
Arthur.
Arthur,
Eeeh? 'Ow dare you call me a coward? Ok.. fine.
Per'aps it is time now to say what I mean.
Uhm... let's start with World War II... remember when you dragged me of the
beach, totally beaten and broken? I zought back zen zat I saw somezing I wish
I could see more often. You actually caring... pour MOI. I had not seen that
before. I... Angleterre I don't hate you. *sighs* Never mind forget zis...
Again, I am not a coward. I'd come everytime.
Francis~
Francis,
Y-you mean Dunkirk? Well….yes, of course I remember that but…me, care for you? I…-coughs- I'm sure I don't know what you mean. Y-you're being ridiculous, are you sure you're not drunk? This isn't the sort of thing you usually say…you're usually a lot more…well, lewd. I… um…..
(Message ends)
Dear Artie,
Haha, told ya! Still love me now, buddy? Do ya?~
And nor do you, dude! Oh, forgot to tell ya. Mattie totally used one of
those... 'scone' ... things as a hockey pick. HE WON, TOO, DUDE, IS THAT
AMAZING OR WHAT?
Yup. 'HAD'. Not anymore.~ Who's superpower, Artie?
From,
THE HERO. :D
Alfred,
I….what? That's a ridiculous question, you can't just spring that on somebody I…-blushes- oh, bugger off you tosser. You're a fool.
Yes, yes, it's incredible I'm sure.
And as for that comment – you're an absolute wanker. You're certainly not a superpower at any rate – such a title requires brains as well as brawn, and in that department I'm afraid you're sadly lacking.
Yours,
Arthur.
Hello Sir Kirkland! I'm not a country or state or anything, just a stupid
American who'd DIE to live in your country! ANYWAYS, so i was wondering if you
could tell me a story about your punkish past? I have green hair and I'm
pretty strange..so I just wanted ta hear what my oh-so-favorite Brit did when
he was rebellious :} THANKS!
Loves and hugs,
Lily
P.s You're super huggable and I actually love your scones!
Lily,
Hello there to you too, I hope this letter finds you well. Having just…well, could you call this a meeting? In a way, I suppose. At any rate, having just met you it would be impossible for me to make any comment on your intelligence, but your first few sentences have assured me that you're at least more intelligent than Alfred. Now, some might say that's not overly difficult, but at least you can say you have a greater mental capacity than your own country, hm?
As for my "punkish past"…oh, for the eighties! The music then was wonderful. I'm not sure there are many stories I'd like to share on here, there may be more innocent eyes watching that are not accustomed to viewing things such as drugs or drink, but I can tell you that had I met you then we would have matched – green hair, you see. I'd say there are photos to prove it, but there really aren't. I made sure of that. At any rate, the eighties were a lot of fun. I can't think of many things I did that were truly rebellious though…I did parachute from the top of Big Ben (The Clock Tower if you're being pedantic, though I can quite candidly say that nobody who actually lives in England actually gives a damn about that) in the middle of the night once. Oh, and once I gave an impromptu concert outside the Houses of Parliament whilst Parliament itself was in session. It gathered quite a crowd - yes, I was quite the guitarist then, though I wasn't actually allowed near Westminster for a few months after that. I hope this is rebellious enough for you at least, my dear.
Yours,
Arthur.
P.S Thank you very much – obviously you've got finer culinary tastes than your country.
:England,
I've tried being blunt and then in a fit of rage, violent. He doesn't seem to
get the message. I'm sure he's been trained by France himself to be a pervert.
That's a scary thought: a bunch of France trainees running around everywhere.
Oh well, I guess I'll just have to ask Russia for help. He might help, he
seems to be on good terms with China and I am Chinese so maybe I can get China
to convince him to help me. Just in case he refuses, can you send me some of
your scones? Food poisoning works wonders. (No offense.)
Was the character King Arthur based off you?
Can your brothers do magic too?
So if you're friends with Tinkerbell who does she like better, Peter Pan or
you?
Sincerely,
Just another letter writer.
Of course France has a collection of France trainees running about. They're called the French. No, joking aside that is rather a terrifying thought, and I will do everything in my power to ensure it never becomes a reality.
If it's food poisoning you're after I suggest you leave my scones alone and try one of Alfred's burgers instead – they'd certainly do the trick. Good luck at any rate.
King Arthur was not based off me, he was real. Jolly nice chap as well, actually, though he had a tendency to be rather too over-zealous. I was, incidentally, the one who taught Merlin all of his trade – he was an excellent pupil. That of course was back in the day when if you threatened to curse somebody they believed you. Better times, I feel…
My brothers can indeed do magic when it suits them. As for Tinkerbell I'd no idea, you'd have to ask her. It's not the sort of question I'd ask. I'd suspect Peter Pan – as you may know she's been pursuing him for quite some time now.
Yours,
Arthur.
Antonia Ivanevna Braginski:Arthur~
That better?
Venison is the meat of any game animal. Please be less vague. But reindeer
tastes good. I would send you some but I heard you don't like overseas boxes.
~Nikolai M. Braginski-Jones (Alaska (Aляска))
Alaska,
Indeed. I know that, but the common association with venison is deer, and I was using it in that sense. Apologies for any confusion caused. And thank you, but you heard correctly. Scarring experiences and all that.
Yours,
Arthur.
