YO POTATO KRAUT!
YOU BETTER STOP GOING NEAR MY BROTHER OR ELSE YOU WANT TO BE EMBARRASSED! I HATE YOU AND I'M MAD AT YOU FOR A COUPLE OF THINGS!
DO YOU KNOW THAT ITALY KEEPS ON TALKING ABOUT YOU AND YOUR FREAKING BRAVERY AND BEER? IT'S IRRITATING! AND YESTERDAY, I TRIPPED ON A ROCK! I HATE YOU!
THEN SPAIN GOT DRUNK LAST NIGHT! HE MADE A MESS IN MY HOUSE! DAMN YOU GERMAN KRAUT!
-Romano
ps: DON'T GO NEAR MY BROTHER!
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South Italy,
I still don't get why you're mad at me, but okay. I can live with that.
And by the way, it's not me who is getting near your brother; it's your brother that is getting near me.
Um… I don't know if I should be glad about the fact that Italy talks about me, but anyway, I don't see why it's my fault that you tripped over a rock… unless I somehow kicked a stone from my country over to yours, but I can't remember that I ever kicked a stone, so…
Neither I see why you blame me because Spain got drunk. He didn't drank my beer, I think.
Oh, and would you please stop calling me 'Kraut' and 'Potato'? I'm not food, you know.
Germany
P.S.: I won't.
Romano is amazing! xD Thanks for the letter!~
And sorry everyone because I didn't update this for about a week ;_;
I had troubles with fanfiction~ x.x