O-okay, I...I'll try being a bit less formal.
I'm still searching for a remedy. However, I did find out how to make England's spells backfire... So, who shall I make it backfire on? China? France? Or, better yet, America? Oh, the possibilities...
...I sincerely hope that I did not just sight father talking to his "Flying Mint Bunny." Oh my, do you suppose his "ability" to see magical creatures is an aftermath of his loneliness after America left him? Ah, he's coming in my direction, asking who I'm writing to. I would love to see his reaction if I said America and France.
...Sorry about those tea stains. He was hysterical, saying,"Why the bloody hell are you communicating with those twats?"
To which I gingerly replied,"Why, I was just thanking America for introducing me to coffee. It's my new favorite drink, now. And France is supplying me with nice clothing. Your clothes are quite bland."
I need not explain what happened after that, for it involved much yelling, lecturing me about how coffee was poison...in disguise, and I think, in father's mind, flying mint bunny was attempting to haul him away.
Hahaha...well, I must get going, if I don't want to experience another episode of England, when he's angry.
Fare- I mean, bye, for now!
-London
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London,
France or America.
Oh wow… Dad needs professional help.
Ha.
Flying Mint Bunny… That's such a long name… Oh geez. I remember waking up when I was younger and still living with him. He was talking to a fairy. It was so weird. I wonder if he's good friends with Norway…
See you,
H. K.