Hallo Mr. Netherlands

How is you? I hope everything is alright.

I really enjoyed the story about the oliebollen in your last letter. I'm Dutch
myself but I had never heard it before! Do you mind if I asked you some
questions?

Seeing as a lot of people tend to call you Holland I wondered whether you're
both the representation of the provinces of North- and South-Holland and the
country Nederland, the same way Arthur is the representation of both England
and the UK?

Obviously you are related to Belgium and Luxemburg but do you have any other
relatives? Are Ludwig and Gilbert some kind of cousins and what do you think
of them? Do you consider Indonesia to be like a younger sister or like a
daughter? are you and Denmark biking buddies?*grin*

Oh, and seeing how we are quite well known for out potty mouth I wondered
whether you taught Romano swear words when you were all still living with Spain
just to spite the latter?

Studies have shown that the Dutch are some of the most unpatriotic people who
are the least proud of their country, how does this make you feel?

I hope I haven't imposed on you with all these questions!

The best of luck,

a very proud Dutch civilian

Lieve Nederlandse burger,

I am fine. I'm glad you enjoyed the oliebollen story. I told it to Bella back when we were quite young, so it's pretty old, and I don't know if it's told that much anymore.

No, people just mix up my name a lot, especially since I was actually The Kingdom of Holland for a few years there. Although, I wasn't really in control then, because of Francis and the Bonapartes.

My only siblings are Belgium and Luxembourg, though France and Belgium are half-siblings [though I'd bet that neither will admit it] and Germany and Luxembourg are half-siblings. Germany is nice, he and I often trade worst/wurst recipies and discuss politics. Prussia and I get along generally only when we're drunk. He thinks I am too antisocial, and I think he's too loud, but we both always end up going drinking with each other.

Indonesia is like an adoptive daughter. She has her own blood family and I have mine, but I'm the one who raised her, and I'm the one she comes to if she has problems. Or, at least, I used to, but since she got her independence, she doesn't seem to want to hang out with her old man as much. :C

Denmark and I go biking a lot. We're pretty good friends, since the proximity of our houses makes it easy to hang out. Though he is kinda loud also. So yeah, I'd say we're "biking buddies". And that is not a euphimism for anything.

I recently read that I am the most patriotic nation in Euroupe. Which makes sense as nationalism, for us, works like self-esteem. And I'd say i have pretty good self-esteem. Although, apparently England is having some issues as of late.

www [dot] drasties [dot] com/?p=12296

*looks from side to side quickly*

If Spain asks, you didn't hear this from a reliable source. Also, burn this part of the letter once you have read it. I *may* have *accidentally* taught Lovino *a couple* of curse words. But Spain doesn't know that, which is probably why I can still walk.

Also, did you know that Lovino's country name is Romano Italia, just as Feliciano's is Veniziano Italia? Romano means Roman and Veniziano means Venician in Italian, both alluding to the fact that Lovino is the part of Italy around Rome and Feliciano is the part of Italy around Venice.

Don't forget to burn this!

-Nederland