England II
Dear Scotland,
Yes, I turned myself into a bloody girl..No, he just got under my skin again
and it -somehow- backfired. It's only the third time, shut up! No one is
taking bloody pictures of me while in this form..it's embarrassing.
Oh really? Jealous? That's the first. Well, we get somethings done at the
meetings besides fighting..America gets obnoxious and the stupid Frog becomes
a pervert. Well, can't you ever pop by once in a while? It'll be nice to see
someone else besides the regulars at the meetings..
No, no one ever bothered telling me, oh thank god. I thought it was because of
me. Oh..so Rome was the one to finish her when he took over? That's a shame..I
wish I got to meet her at least once though-I really don't remember her at
all. I kinda feel bad about it.
With love and respect,
Alice Kirkland -Arthur-
Dear England,
Whin ah thought ye coudnae dae anythin' mair glaikit ye caw yersel' intae a lassie. Weel dain Englain! it aye backfires oan ye. Ah thought 'twas th' seicont! tae late ah awready teuk some 'n' sent thaim tae France fur him tae roar at wi' me.
Whit hings dae ye git dane at th' meetin? ah haven't heard o' ye guys getting a single thing dane. Ah dae pop by twa times a year. Lest time ah wis thare ah didnae huv a chair sae ah sat oan France 'n' used th' buird as an ashtray. Ah thought ah wis suppose tae gang tae th' meetings efter ah broke America's hooter whin he cried mah kilt a mon skirt.
Whin ye cam aroond she became weaker bit she didnae die frae ye. Aye Rome gave her th' finishing blaw 'n' ah git tae haud her while she died. Ye did meet her afore bit 'twas whin ye we foremaist found ye. She wis sae bonny. Ah miss her whiles.
With little love,
Scotland