Hola, Uncle!
¡No! ¡Viva la Furia Roja! You'd better duck next time I see you, Uncle.
España es la Mejor~
Enrique says 'woof!' I assume it means 'hola,' Uncle, though he could be
telling me to go back to sleep. I don't want to!
Here, Moscow is talking to you, too, no?
Privyet again, and sorry.
Da, they have a beautiful relationship. I admire it, as well. I wish I had
that connection with my father, but I'm afraid of drawing the wrath of
Belarus.
Thank you.
Adios, Uncle!
Mucho amor, Madrid y Moscow y Enrique
P.S. We don't mind!
((Creeper: I don't get how it's so hard for her. She IS from Madrid, after
all. She should be able to do it.
Al: I wouldn't have blamed you, either. In fact, I fell over laughing, too! I
felt so pathetic! I've got Manolo Escobar's 'Que Viva España' stuck in my
head. It's such a beautiful song, about such a beautiful country, no?))
Madrid,
Hola~ Are you feeling any better? I'm not! :D At least, mentally I am, physically, I laugh at the situation. France wasn't insulting la Furia Roja, was he? IF so, I'm taking my ax to him fusosososo.
Sí España es mejor que Francia. No questions asked, hands down!
Hunny, if you're ill, then you need to rest! Papa isn't a good example, but just like when I taught you how to drive, "Do as I say, not as I do." ¿Bien?
Hola~ Moscow,
Sí me encanta mine and Madrid's relationship, it's even better than America's and D.C's and that's saying something. The two of us radiate amor, ¿sí?
Avoiding the wrath of Belarus would be wise, Moscow.
De nada?
Ciao!
Mucho amor
Papa
Creeper: Well, just being from there doesn't give one the ability, ¿No?
Al: Well good! Haha ohh, I must go listen to it! :D I don't think I've ever heard the song before…