Hola Papi.
I,swear! It's lies! It's the medicine being shoved down my throat.
Papi, where the hell did that come from. Wait, did London have vodka. Dammit.
Aww no fair! Wait, it's Romanito isn't it... that means the bet I had with
Colombia cam true. She was right! Damn, now I owe her 400 cortobas...
Papi, don't strain yourself! I don't want you hurt!
Worried,
Nicaragua
Luisa,
Uh-huh, whatever helps you sleep at night ;)
Yupp, London has Vodka, and as such, I'm on my way to go rescue her from its shackles. Dios mios…I wonder who the hell gave it to her…
W-what would make you think that? You're crazy! Muy loco I tell you! Ehehehe~…eh…
I don't matter at this point, I just needa make sure Savannah's okay. Oh! There she is.
Te amo,
Papi