England,

Ya don't have CHOWDAH? Seriously? Not even that crummy canned kind? I can't believe I'm saying this, but you'll have to visit. I know all the best places to get mah specialty!

How 'bout whoopie pies? Ya got any of those?

Ya can tell I'm not Mass? Really? Even Mom has trouble with dat. No kidin', ta half mah siblings, I'm either Mini Mass or a part of Uncle Canada.

Not-so-kindly from (beat that, scone eater! :P)

Maine

Maine,

No, I don't have chowder. Well, for all I know at least – there are probably various tinned varieties floating around the supermarkets. It's not something we usually eat, at any rate.

And no, but I've certainly heard of them.

Look, it's not difficult to tell that you're not Massachusetts. For one thing you've signed your name as "Maine". That's a hint, surely. I make no promises that I wouldn't make the same mistake in person.

Dear Eyebrows, (Haha, is that ok?)

-pouts- Hey! I wasn't a bad kid, was I? I mean, if I was, you totally wouldn't

have cried so much when I left ya!

And... you'd actually... be happy if I died?

From,

The Hero.

Alfred,

"Eyebrows"? That is most certainly not okay. At all. To be honest I'd probably prefer even "Artie" to that. But that does not mean you call me Artie either!

Yes, you were an awful child. An utter savage, in fact.

And I wasn't crying. I…uh…it was raining, remember? It was raining...that's all it was.

And of course I wouldn't be happy. I mean, I'd get some peace, but that's not to say I'd actually….well, what I mean to say is…

Oh, bugger this for a lark. You think what you want.

Arthur.

I am American: If ARTIE is taking questions from the readers, I'd like to ask him a few:

1. Do you miss America? Cause you seem really ticked off whenever he's

around... And I know that you must like him a little because you didn't shoot

him. :)

... I guess that's it. So only one question.

PEACE OUT!

American Girl

American Girl,

Poor thing. I am indeed taking questions from the readers – anything's better than talking to Francis, surely.

…But not that one. I, um…he's an idiot. And a git. And an arse. And I don't like him. But at the same time he….

Damn it. Why did you have to ask me that?

Arthur.

Angleterre~

Ooh I love it when you speak French to me! Makes you so much cuter.

I will not bugger off, mon cheri. I need all zis information on you for..

uh... let's call it 'information manipulation activities'.

I also send you ze photo I was talking about. Perhaps you remember now? And I

might have done zat... but I enjoyed it very much!

Vos mots d'insulte ne me rejondre Angleterre~

Salut!

Francis,

And what, exactly, are you implying? I'm not your "cheri", by the way. Never have been, never will be. And if you're trying to tell me that you plan to blackmail me with anything revealed through these questions you have another think coming. Don't make me cut off all your hair (and I'll do it too!).

I received the photo. And promptly burned it. I….um…you must have edited in, somehow. I can assure you I never did…that. Not knowingly, at any rate. You didn't spike my drink, did you?

Va te faire foutre, Francis.

Arthur.

OOC: Goodness, I spy pairings on the horizon. Which has me torn, I can assure you, because I ship both FrUK and USUK (or, indeed, UKUS!). Well – we'll see how it goes, hm? I'd just like to thank everybody who has sent in questions – it's really appreciated. And I know I'm updating a hell of a lot at the moment, but that's mostly because after this weekend I don't know if or when I'll be able to.

So if you have questions to be answered by my dear country – send 'em in, my friends! :D