Dear West,
I know that this is a weird request, but honestly, I'm sort of desperate here.
Do you think that you could borrow one of England's magic books and send it to me? I swear I'll send it back as soon as I'm finished with it. I don't really believe in that shit much, but it wouldn't hurt to give it a try, right? It seems to hurt him most of the time, but then again, I'm way more awesome than he is. Those eyebrows aren't helping his case either.
Awesomely yours,
Prussia
P.S. The getting-rid-of-nightmares thing is working so far… so I guess you can tell the prick thanks from me. Hmph.