Dear Prussia,
This is Norwich, one of England's boys. I heard about you writing letters from
London and wanted to ask a few questions if you don't mind.
Firstly, was it you who sent my little sister Angelina some beer to give to
our dad? Never the best idea. Ever. And do you seriously like his food like
you told London? You're either lying, stupid, tasteless or mad. And let's face
it, with you, it could be any combination of them. Personally I'd much rather
go to Antonio, Yao, Roderich or Elizaveta for good food. You should try a
Viennese coffee sometime. You'd like it.
Anyway, my pet canary, Czenzi (I drew a name out of a hat to decide who named
her, and Elizaveta won, go figure) would like to meet Gilbird sometime to
compare who's better. I told her there's no point though because any canary
raised by me can compete with the best, especially her.
Talk to you soon, and please don't send the old man any more beer, otherwise
I'm going to end up being the responsible one and needing to get Alfie around
to keep him occupied, which is always difficult for both of us.
Speak to you soon,
Ritchie Kirkland, Norwich.
Norwich,
Yeah, but I specifically told London to only give Brows one beer, so it should be fine. And, I just threw them out. I didn't want to offend London, she's such a sweet little girl! And I'm not eating anything Austrian!
Well, they can meet but I'm just going to tell you now, Gilbird is already gonna win!
I'm sorry… I'll stop. Wouldn't want you to have to get hurt trying to help.
-The AWESOME Preußen