This letter is from Sheepatemyfanboys as… well, sheepatemyfanboys. Cool name, by the way!
Dear UK,
I have business exam that I'm completely unprepared for. I tried studying with my father (he's an accountant, he should be good at that right? WRONG!) and after many arguments and tears (I had to promise never to make my father cry again) I am still totally fucked. Any advice on how to avoid being brutally and bloodily murdered by my mother when she gets the results back?
Yours, soon to be deadily,
SheepAteMyFanBoys
SheepAteMyFanboys (R- really? Were they welsh sheep? They have a habit of attacking random tourists… I should talk to Wales about that sometime…)
Good lord, fathers really are quite useless sometimes. Luckily, being a country, I never had a dad. The most I had as a dad was that Bastard Rome, and he was more like a very distant uncle I absolutely hated.
I have two suggestions for you – either get your mum very very drunk before she receives the results, or go stay at a friend's house for the next few weeks… Wait for her anger to die down. Failing that, I'll be happy to send France over as a human meat shield!
I wish you the best of luck,
England.
Don't worry, sheep-chan! Fight fight! XD