Elizaveta,
Pfft. Fine. you win.
I took a siesta and I don't feel any better...ain't this meeting gonna be fun? (SARCASM! VERY HEAVY SARCASM!)
I know querida, that's why I felt the need to let you know I wasn't talking about you-that time for you must've been as awful as my time being Fascist...that still gives me nightmares...
ME ENCANTA ENRIQUE IGLESIAS~! He does us Spaniards justice with his FUCKTASTIC musica! Lalalala~! Ahh-sorry, meds talking there. :3
Ivan needs to get knocked around by my fucking AXE is what needs to happen. I was planning on dragging it with me to the meeting for two reasons.
1. To fuck up Russia and his ass face.
2. To threaten any other nation that wants to give me hell-especially since this weill be my first meeting in months...literally, MONTHS.
...Doesn't matter. He hasn't earned any respect from me to call me Antonio. Sr. Carriedo is fine-wait, no, not even that. He just shouldn't speak to me unless he wants his fucking fat-ass face punched in.
Fuck.
I'm sounding more and more like Romano every day, aren't I? ...That sorta needs to stop...
Fine. I'll just declare war on England, nuke him and be done with it. How's that?
It wasn't~!
Exactly my thoughts. Isn't that thing called a baton or whatever?
Pfft-probably
...uhm. I haven't formally been discharged-I've just been staying at home with Silvia and Romano there with me-that's the only way they'd let me go. The doctor persona thing told me I was still too injured for physical activity-so he denied me my stress relief that is tomato-picking and flamenco with mi amazing hermana. So. Maybe that's why I'm so pissy...
SI! :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3
Con mucho amor,
Antonio
...to quote my precious Lovino: "MOUSTACHE!" God, when Germany told me that I nearly died of laughter, I mean I was laughing so hard I was BAWLING my eyes out-and then Lovino came in, found out why I was laughing and punched me...ahhh but it was worth it.
:{3
Antonio,
YES, én vagyok győztes! HAHAHAHA!
So fun I might expload.
Or maybe expload someone else.
Oh, alright. It was,...it was like having a split personality. Or, eh, maybe it was just me going crazy. I'm not sure. Sucks how our people's thought can over ride ours sometimes.
..I didn't know you fan boy-ed out like that. I learn new things everyday, huh.
The meds, sure.
I'm taking my frying pan. I have some pain to inflict with a few choice people.
Damn fucking Romanian...
Maybe others too. Heh.
True, he really just shouldn't take to you. Or me. He's creepy.
You really are, you need to calm down.
Ah, No. Only person possibly starting a war here is me. Okay?
Good~!
Oh, it might be. I don't know.
So pretty much just ditched. Alright then! :D
Aw, stupid doctor man. Pfft...
What's flamenco? A dance?
BUNNY ATTACK.
:3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3
Love,
Elizaveta
P.S.- Ahh! I remember that. Oh my God, I was dying too. Oh I bet it was worth it.
...ARMY OF MOUSTACHES!
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AND THEIR LEADER!
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...Woops. Wrong one.
