Dear Philippines,

I honestly don't remember much about my life. But then again, there isn't exactly much to remember. I'm still pretty young compared to others like myself, and I'm also pretty damn small. Hell, I'm not even the size of a city. I only have just enough land for an airstrip, which takes up most of my house.

I've got two younger brothers, who people really don't see much of. I haven't even seen them that much. Their names are Wilkes and Peale. They are both the same way I was a little more than a hundred years ago. Small, childlike, and not really able to say much. Then, there are two people I like to think of as my older brothers. First, there's England. He's the one who found me first. He didn't claim me, didn't really hide me, but he would visit or sometimes take me to his place to make sure that I was going to be okay. Then, there's America. Actually, I don't know exactly who in related to by blood, with the exception of Wilkes and Peale. I just know who I was raised by, and what I think of them. I've heard rumors that I'm related to Spain since he made a very quick stop here once. That's what some people say. But I can't remember him, and I just ain't that old. I do look quite a bit like America, but I don't need glasses, and my eyes are more of a hazel than blue. I act nothing like him, though. I'm pretty old fashioned. Al keeps teasing me, saying I need to move on from the 1940's. I'm not bothered by it. And I'm not planning on changing my ways any time soon. England seems pretty proud of me, though.

America took me under his wing pretty quickly, and was the one who sparked my interest in the military. He officially annexed me in 1899, and used me as a strategically placed base in the Pacific. He started building the airstrip in 1940, resulting in two cowlicks that still irk me in the morning to this day. The day before Pearl Harbor, Japan kicked my ass, all over the airstrip that America was still in the process of building. For a little fella, he was pretty damn strong. America got his ass whooped pretty badly just trying to get me back. He never managed to bring me home during the war. But when Japan lost, I immediately packed up the few possessions he let me take and went straight back to my base. There was no way that the Allies were going to let the Axis keep the tiniest sliver of the land they had taken, and they would probably still lose more. Like hell I was still going to be used by Japan.

After that was over, nothing much happened. The airstrip was finished, and I help run it the best that I can. The most excitement I've gotten in a while was a super typhoon that I dealt with in 2006. All military personnel evacuated, with the exception of myself. I stayed during the whole storm, and when everyone came back, I wasn't hurt. A few cuts and bruises, but nothing that couldn't be fixed up quickly.

The U.S Air Force is in charge of me now. I don't get many visitors, with the exception of a few flights coming in for fuel or repairs.

Physically, I'm about 21, and I'm currently enlisted in the Air Force. I'm not the best guy. I'm not a horrible guy. I'm just decent. I'm a decent person. Everyone seems alright to me. I don't really stir up much trouble with many people. Only exception right now being The Marshall Islands. I don't really hold grudges. I wouldn't mind having the Axis over at my place for beer and pizza some time soon.

I study a lot of military history, along with aviation and ships. I can cook American dishes like pot pies, and macaroni and cheese well, but I'll admit that if I try cooking anyone else's food, it comes out pretty bad. I'm very neat and organized, and I enjoy reading in my free time. Al will send me books, and records. I listen to a lot of radio dramas and baseball games from home. I like to write in my free time too. Since I'm in the Air Force, I've got a job with Emergency Management, particularly in meteorology, so my job keeps me busy sometimes. Every now and then I'll read comics, and I like to draw. I really like working with my hands. But when I've read everything I can get my hands on, listened to every record and drama I've got, I have really awful writer's block, and there's nothing for me to work on, I go absolutely nuts.

It gets pretty quiet out here...When there aren't typhoons. I don't really have anyone to talk to. I wish I did. I guess that's where you come in…

Sincerely,

William S. Cunningham-Jones,

Wake Island

Dear Wake Island,

Ah, so sorry for just responding to your letter. I have been quite busy due to the arguement on the Spratly Islands. And wow, that's a long letter. Let's get started then.

Oooh~ Two younger brothers, huh? I have lots of siblings! First there's my kuyas, which are Kuya America, Kuya Romano, Kuya Veneciano, Kuya England, Kuya China, Kuya Japan, Kuya Germany, Kuya Austria, Kuya

You were taken by Kuya America? Hm~ Kuya America helped me so much~ He helped me gain independence from Papa Spain... And tricked me. D:

If you have nothing to do, come over to my place! We can swim, relax at the beaches, pick mangoes, tell scary stories, dance a bit, whatever you want! It doesn't snow here, so everything is usually available everyday. Except playing the snow, of course.

Typhoons always come to my place... it's pretty annoying sometimes, but the students love it. xD

Well, if you like planes, we can always fly around my country! It only takes about 3-4 hours of flying to reach the northern most tip of my country from the southern tip... or if you want we can go sailing around the country! It's pretty fun, since it's an archipelago.

Food? Oh dear, I can help with that! I'm an amazing cook! ^^ I'll teach you how to cook my food! :D

Oh, if you want books, music and drama shows, I can send you some!

If you're bored, send me another letter! Even better if you come over!

Yours truly,

Philippines~