Wow, tenth chapter already… This is from GillyflowerCalfuray. Just a question, though. Do you guys think every now and then I should add an omake chapter or something? I kinda wanna write a one-shot for this fandom, but I don't really have that many good ideas…
Disclaimer: Nope~
Dear Signore Romano,
Yikes, that's true. Our last names are almost the same, too... although I named myself after my founder, Roger Williams. Dad insisted that I take the Jones part after he forced me to become part of America by threatening to make me independant and make me pay these outrageous taxes. And all I wanted was one little bill of rights! How hard could that be?
I may be small, but I've got enough spirit to fuel a continent! Without me, there would be no such thing as coffee milk (delicious) or Del's Frozen Lemonade (even more delicious)! I have my own breed of chicken too, the Rhode Island Red. They lay brown eggs, which everyone knows are better than white. Cos brown eggs are local eggs, and local eggs are fresh~! (Don't worry about me telling Dad—he doesn't talk to me much.
He hasn't really even helped me dig out from the almost three feet of snow I've collected over the past two weeks. I'll be frozen until June at this rate...)
It actually looks to me like dealing with other nations could be fun. I'd love to get a break from all my siblings. Get out and see the world, ya know? I speak four languages, one of which is Italian. Would I ever be welcomed at your house?
Now, have you ever tried telling your boss that they need to calm down? You are the mouthpiece for your people, after all. You are the one to talk to your boss for them.
With Hope,
Rachael Williams-Jones
The State of Rhode Island and Providence Plantations
P.S.—Thanks! It's all thanks to my Italian heritage. I've tried teaching Dad how to cook like me, but darned Grandpa Arthur ruined his palate LONG ago.
Dear Rachael,
Your dad's kinda a hypocrite, isn't he? Wasn't one of the reasons he wanted independence because of the taxes from brow bastard?
And three feet of snow, huh? Maybe you could try calling him to help about that. Then again, a bunch of your siblings are having the same problem, too, huh? And I might have to try some of that coffee milk one day.
Yeah, siblings are a pain in the ass, aren't they? But, you've got 49, while I only have 2. Jeez, I feel really bad for you right now… And while sometimes it can be fun, most of the time it's just annoying as fuck. Anyway, of course you'd be welcome at my house; you sound like you need a break. Plus, the food over here? So much better…
Yeah, I've tried, but he won't listen to me! Actually, he barely ever talks to me unless there's a problem with the mafia or something… He prefers to let Feli take care of things. Bastard.
Signed,
Romano
P.S. I'm just glad that England didn't get to most of America's kids… And, that comment about brow bastard made me laugh a little. Pfft, Grandpa Arthur… Does he know you call him that?
Thanks for the letter, Gilly! And jeez, the snow's crazy, isn't it?