(I haven't seen any letters from Iggy, so I thought I'd write one. He's drunk, if that's not obvious. )
To Norway, you wanker!
My bloody magical creatures can beat the crap out of yours! And my magic's way better! Haha! Should I turn your darling little brother into a kid to prove it, huh? HUH?
I'll never forget what you said at Christmas last year!
- THE UNITED BLOODY KINGDOM!
England.
Send another letter when you're sober.
Norway.
P.S: If you feel the need to prove yourself that badly, then be my guest. But don't blame me when your magic goes wrong.
P.P.S: I can't remember saying anything special last Christmas.