Dear Romania:
Yeah, I hate that potato bastard too, but that was because Veneziano was spending too much time with him, che pale. Did you know that piano bastard sent me off to live with Spain, out of all people? While I get stuck with him, Veneziano gets to spend some time with that piano bastard and that frying pan bitch too. How about you go and ask that guy who keeps on saying 'awesome me' and ask him if he can help kick frying pan bitch's ass. Also, I don't mind if you drag vodka bastard into this mess. Maybe you should also ask him and that Belarus girl too. Or you could get Serbia to team up with us and we could kick frying pan bitch's ass too.
Yours truly,
Romano
P.S.: Vodka bastard is Russia, piano bastard is Austria, and frying pan bitch...is Hungary. Of course your hatred for frying pan bitch is a legend.
Dearest Romano,
I talked to them.
Gilbert 'I am so awesome I could take down a whole army but I'm not capable of cooking a decent meal' Beilschmidt said he'll help us only if he gets all the glory and I'm not agreeing with him rubbing this in our faces every time.
Russia agreed to help so that means we'll also have Natalia… am I the only who thinks we might start WW3?
Unfortunately, Serbia is very busy wanting to enter the UE and I don't wanna get him in trouble.
All we need now is a plan… an evil one… I'll go call Ivan.
Lots of love from your sorella,
Romania.