Dear Holy Roman asshole,

Great. Just what I need. Another potato bastard for my dumbass brother to obsess over. As if my life isn't full of that already.

Whatever. I don't give a shit about what people say. They can bitch about me all they want. Wait. Just who the hell told you about me anyways? I swear if it's Germany he's going to be in a world full of hurt!

NO? WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN NO? Listen you, I'm doing everyone a favor by seperating you two. You know what Italy keeps yapping about nowadays? You. Thanks to YOU, my brain has a huge migraine. "OH HRE IS FINALLY BACK I CAN'T BELIEVE IT I MISSED HIM SO MUCH!" I. Hate. You.

Whoa, is one of America's fatass children with you? *Snickers* Florida, hmm? The one that's obsessed with Disney or something?

SHUT UP! I-I DON'T HAVE A-ANYTHING GOING ON WITH THAT BASTARD SPAIN, YA HEAR ME?

St-stay away from Italy!

Romano

Romano,

Holy Rome isn't available (Danke gott) because he's busy trying to maul poor Germany for asking Italy out and proposing with a tomato ring. Poor Italy don't know what to do. But never fear, Hungary, Japan and I are working on a solution~

The interwebs, sweetie. And Spain. Oh yes, Spain's told me much about you. What's with that Spanish fetish of yours?

Better than Kumajiro on weed an Tony drunk on vodka. Trust me. *shudders* You DON'T want to know what that's like!

Fat? Dude, I'm 13 and I weigh 85 pounds. EIGHTY FIVE. Sealand picked me up the other day and ran laps around his territory with me on his back without breaking a sweat. *twitches* And I am not obsessed with Disney. Just…oranges. And not one word about that, you and Spain are the same with tomatoes!

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He probably won't. Especially if Italy stops him from beating the hell out of Germany.

Florida