Mister Ispaniya,
No need to thank me. She's my best friend. I'd take care of her no matter
what.
Last I checked, she was using Enrique as a pillow. He won't let me near her,
as she warned me of before she finally went to bed, so I can't check to see if
she has a fever, but based on their relationship, he'll probably know when to
get me. She won't be sleeping in the rain, either, so don't worry.
Of course.
Da svedanya for the moment.
Moskva
((I'm making Japanese riceballs for my parents' anniversary in about two
months. I just learned how to make them, and they always wanted to try them!
Creeper: Ha, hi! Da, Cyrillic is so very different from the English alphabet!
Al could only pronounce a few of them.
Al: She taught me how to cuss first thing! Now I know when she's insulting me
or others, at least!))
Moscow,
Bonjour, this is France. Antonio's a little too upset right now to write anything so he just kinda thrusted this letter into my hand.
I'm sure Spain's very grateful for all you've been doing for his dearest capital, he and she are very close, you know.
Just keep an eye on her, for Antonio's sake. He doesn't need any more stress.
Au revoir
France
Yum! Sounds delicious!
Creeper: I'm sure
Al: Pfft. That's funny
I just got so lost...sorry if things are backwards... O.o