Hey. Iggy.

Ya wanna room together or somethin?

Hell, there are a lot of Nations here, but Switzy and Liechtenstein are obviously gonna stay together, and I wouldn't touch that whole Spain and Romano thing with a forty foot pole. I don't really like hearing sex noises over my head so I'm not rooming with them kay thanks.

So what do you think? ( Read more... )

[Alfred is sitting at a table in the Spellbound Cafe, writing something hurriedly on a piece of paper. Peek over his shoulder; it's a letter, written in bright red ink, rather messy.]

Dear Cafe-people,
The United States of America thinks that you should put hamburgers on your menu. And French fries. Because there's no where to get them in this town! ( Read more... )