Dear Paris
Yes I am America's son.
I used to get mad when people called my a yankee, but now I laugh and trick them into eating laxatives (learned that from my sister NY).
me and my sister can't stand Arthur at times and I punched him so hard that I broke his nose for calling dad some really bad names. Also when Arthur started complaining about my people he wound up being a target for my paintball gun.
Jersey Devil doesn't cause much trouble for a ten stories high creature (though Arthur Pisses his pants every time he sees him).
He's fine besides it wasn't on purpose and besides only the bottom of his coat caught on fire. Your dad screamed so loud the people in Japan heard him, it's true ask Kiku.
Sincerely Trenton Jones
New Jersey,
Well you're certainly a prankster aren't you? They call me a 'frog' along with my other brothers and sisters and of course mon père. They sure do have a long list of vocabulary…insulting vocabulary I must say.
Broke his nose? I can already imagine the pain! A target for your paintball gun? That sounds unbelievably amusing!
Well that's good. Oh I love your encounters with Angleterre~ They sound so hilarious~! Does he get 'pissed' when you use incorrect grammar? His kids keep insulting my language saying that it's the gibberish language. Français is a beautiful language! They just never understand…
That's good to hear, I was worried that he got any burns but it seemed like he was unharmed.
All the way in Japan? That must have damaged millions of ear drums throughout the world. Wait…no wonder I heard a scream a few days ago. I thought it was one of my citizens. Haha~ You never fail to amuse me.
Avec l'amour,
Paris