A/N: ; D
Misty,
I think I'm dying, my body hurts so bad. Alfred punched me in the stomach to make me puke up dad's cooking. Now there are no babies. I don't know why Papa said that I was joking, he probably wants you to think better of him. I need to go curl up in a ball now and sleep this horrendous pain away.
Your painfully dying uncle,
Matthew 'Canada' Williams
U-Uncle Mattie…
U-Um… Mom's cooking isn't the best in the world, but m-maybe he put some rat poison in there on accident again? H-hahaha…
Sorry about the babies I guess…? But tell your Papa my opinion of him wouldn't have changed either way… - . - I'd still hate his guts *smiles*
A-AH! D-don't go to sleep! I-I'll ask Alaska to go check up on you…
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DON'T GO TO SLEEP!
With a wish for you to go to a Hospital already!
M-Misty
A/N: OH NOES! NOT OUR CANADA!