Arthur,
I am implying zat you have not been cute since you were a little nation... or when you have a cold and can shut your potty mouth.
Et tout le monde est ma cherie, Angleterre~
I can assure you I have not edited zat photo. It was the christmas I tried to ruin by getting everyone naked.. and you... yes read well, YOU, toi, dared me to a show-down.
By ze way, what is Alfred doing here? Amerique.. if you read this, you were a horrible kid. (because he did not choose me!)
Beaucoup d'amour,
Francis
Francis,
You're bloody infuriating sometimes, you know that? And everyone else might be your cheri, but I most certainly am not.
Dare I ask what manner of show-down this was?
Alfred? I…well. He's not here now, quite obviously. But he's just as much at liberty to send me letters as you are, frog. Though I agree, he was a horrible child. All I can say for him is that he had decent taste in guardians.
Pas d'amour,
Arthur.
Well, okay then, UNCLE EYEBROWS.
Nevah thought ya t' be the rude type, wit your country bein' know fo' its
manners and crap. Sorry for tryin' ta be nice t' ya.
*Sighs* A Whoopie Pie is a special type of chocolate cake, ya take two pieces
and make a sandwich out of them, wit vanilla cream frostin' in da middle. It's
a Maine desert.
Naw, it's cool. No one evah can tell us apart, even if Massie is about 100
times ruder.
Maine
Maine,
What on earth are you talking about? I'm sure I wasn't rude…at least not deliberately so. If I was I apologise, of course, but I fail to see how I might have offended you.
Well. That doesn't sound half bad, actually. I might have to see if I can make one at some point.
Yours,
Arthur.
Dear Artie,
But... you totally said you loved me, an' all. And I thought I was good! I didn't even say your cooking sucked!
And cool, 'cus I totally knew you wouldn't be happy! ^^ Who else would be your hero? :D
Alfred,
What? When? When have I ever said that to you? And you weren't good. My cooking, for your information, does not, as you so eloquently put it, "suck". You had no problem with eating it when you were a colony, might I remind you.
…What do you mean, "my hero"?
Arthur.
Dude! Hi!
How've you been, Iggy? I've been super great. Except, it's cloudy. I really
should go back to Spokane and see if it's sunnier there, but I guess I'll stay
here in Seattle for now... Oh, now I'm going on about nothing...
Soooooooo, what's up?
Okay, talk to you later.
~Washington (Sophia Jones)
Sophia,
Hello there. I've been fine, thank you for asking. I sympathise with you about the clouds – it's a relatively clear night out here in Blighty, but I'm no stranger to mist, fog, rain and all manners of cloud.
As of now there's nothing much, um…up. Alfred and France are idiots, but that's the norm around here…it's all relatively quiet. But at least I've got these letters to occupy myself with. Not that I don't have paperwork to do what with the global economy crashing and burning, but quite frankly it's ever so boring and this is a lot more interesting.
Yours,
Arthur.
Just another letter writer:England,
Hi! So anyways I was just wondering if you could let me borrow Busby's chair. There's a certain pervert who's been bothering me for a while and I need to find a way to get rid of him. I'm sure you can relate; he's a lot like France, maybe even worse.
Out of curiousity, have you and Japan ever gotten into a fight about whether ninjas or pirates are better? I've always supported ninjas and I was extremely disappointed when I found out you used to be a pirate.
So where did you learn to cook from? Or did you teach yourself?
Sincerely,
An American who wished she was British instead
Hello there,
Whilst I sympathise with you, I'm loath to give such a powerful item to someone who might no know how to use it. I'm afraid the answer is no, but blunt implements seem to be equally good deterrents – just hit him until he gives up. Or falls unconscious – whichever happens first.
I've never spoken with Japan on that particular subject, though I'm certain that pirates are infinitely better than ninjas.
I'm not entirely sure where or when I learned to cook. I imagine at some point somebody must have taught me, but I can't for the life of me remember who.
Sincerely,
Arthur.
Dear Arthur
I see you plan on blackmailing mom, well, have fun with that dude, darn it, I let my American side take over, I spend to much time with that bloody baka of a mom, oh fudge, now my Japanese and British sides are coming out, at least my Spanish side barely comes out anymore, and I am happy I don't have a French
side, I do not want to be like that stupid pervert, and I'm going to follow your advice, and I'm going to deliver that pie personally, so you don't have to worry about France, and why are you so mean to Sealand? He is a very young Micro-nation that wants to become a country, I was thinking of a way to help him out by expanding his homeland, and adding some nature to it, I believe that may work, do you think that will get him acknowledged?
Signed
Tsuki M Florida Jones
P.s: Want to know what the M. in my name stands for?
Tsuki,
To be honest I'm more curious about your Japanese side – how and when did that occur?
As for Sealand, good luck with putting nature into his homeland. I'm not sure if you're clear on the subject, but Sealand is in fact a fort. There's not much nature to be had on large, metal forts. But do as you will – there's little hope of him being recognised. He has an official population of four, no matter what he claims.
Yours,
Arthur.
P.S Very well, why not?
Dear England,
I went to England. It rained alot. Is that why your so cranky~? Oh, I also
asked my friend about what british food is good and then she started laughing
about 'rocks' and 'burnt to a crisp' I don't get it...
Nezumi
Nezumi,
Yes, it tends to be rather rainy around here. On the other hand, it's not always that bad, and summer can be quite clement. I don't believe I'm "cranky" though, and I rather resent that. No matter – I've no idea what your friend is referring to. She must be talking about the food of some other nation.
Yours,
Arthur.