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Post by Hamish Kirkland on Jul 29, 2011 4:37:07 GMT -5
Dear St Lucia,
Yin day Englain wull fin' someone tae loue him. 'n' whin that day comes ah will mak' that body regret ever falling in loue wi' a besom (brat) lik' him.
Prussia isnae evil. Ah wance fought oan his side in a war. Trust me efter losing his nation he lost maist o' his power. Dinna fash (worry) yirsel aboot him.
Howfur cuid she lik' America? mibbie ah will ask her neist time ah blether tae her if she likes ye or America better. Aye mukker (friends) wi' benefits. Th' best is whin ye huv twa mukkers wi' benefits fur it juist spices hings up.
Sincerely, Scotland
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Post by ionakirkland on Jul 29, 2011 6:09:51 GMT -5
Dear Alba, It's your favorite (and only) little sister here! IRELAND! Hello. How are things up in the highlands? Alba, I have a question to ask. You're the oldest, so I think you should know... How do I stop North from pulling my hair? He's really bugging me at the moment. I don't think he likes me anymore... You know, you should come visit me sometime! Then we can get really drunk like we usually do when we get together. From your little sister, Poblacht na hÉireann (The Republic of Ireland) Iona Kirkland-O'Hara
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Post by Hamish Kirkland on Jul 29, 2011 6:56:56 GMT -5
Dear Ireland,
Ah dinnae think ye'r mah favorite sister anymair (anymore). If ye'r th' ainlie yin (only one) ah cannae huv a favorite noo kin ah? A've bin guid. Howfur aboot ye?
North keeps pul'in yer hair? weel ah jalouse (guess) he is mad fur ye left him tae become independent. Thare is hee haw (nothing) ah kin dae that wull mak' him stop. Mibbie (maybe) ye kin prove tae him that ye aye loue (love) him.
Ah will think aboot visiting. Och (oh) aye ah tellt (told) someone aboot mah secret that France awready tellt hauf o' th' world. Th' secret aboot whin ah used tae git blootert (drunk) wi' France ah wid caw (turn) intae a super uke. Thay think seeing that likelie scarred fowk.
with love, Scotland
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Post by ionakirkland on Jul 29, 2011 7:27:56 GMT -5
Dear Alba, Well... OK... how about I'm your favourite sibling? Or just female nation. Whatever. I'm glad you're good. I'm fine, although my boss keeps on piling up the paperwork and yelling at me for slacking or something like that... Why would he be jealous? He decided to stay in the UK because he's Protestant and I'm Catholic. He didn't want to join me. I tried making a peace offering with a whole load of Guinness but that all ended in tears, sadly. We need to get a drink together again at some point. At the moment, my friends are out of town so my pub-buddy is the leprechaun that stays in my house. I don't remember actually inviting him in ever... I remember that! You and France seem to get along well... Wait. If it's a secret, why'd you (and France) tell people about it? with love and luck, Ireland
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Post by Dylan Kirkland on Jul 29, 2011 10:05:45 GMT -5
Dear Scotland,
That's good to know. You're my favorite brother too.
.....Why would anyone want to lay their hands on me?
With love, Wales
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Post by Hamish Kirkland on Jul 29, 2011 17:42:36 GMT -5
Dear Ireland,
Na ye cannae (can't) be mah favorite sibling fur Wales is ma favorite brother. Ah jalouse (guess) ye kin be mah favorite sister again if yer guid. Yer mah favorite female nation fur sure. That's mingin' (horrible). Mah gaffer (boss) juist hauns (hands) me mah paperwork 'n' says nae tae stress awfy much ower it.
A'm sure noo he wants tae be free 'n' ye dinnae (don't) visit him muckle (much) anymair dae ye? howfur did giving him bevvy (alcohol) end in tears?
Ye'r aye aff hoorin' swallyin (going out drinking) wi' yer leprechaun? how come dinnae ye ever ca' (call) me 'n' ask me tae gang swallyin (go drinking).
A' body wha wis at that meetin aye remembers that fur France hud tae git me blootert (drunk) tae prove he wasn't lying. France is ma mukker (friend) wi' benefits sae o' coorse we git alang (along) weel. France tellt (told) a' body fur ye tellt a' body he wis th' wifie (woman) in th' kinship (relationship) 'n' he wanted tae prove he wasn't aye (always) th' wifie. Hauf (half) th' world kens sae ah dinnae care anymair.
With love, Scotland
((OOC: So you know when I right in parentheses I'm writing what the word or words before meant.))
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Post by Hamish Kirkland on Jul 29, 2011 17:58:56 GMT -5
Dear Wales,
That's sae sweet Wales. Ye juist brightened mah day.
Fowk micht wantae lay thair hauns oan ye if thay wantae date ye bit amurnay gaun tae let a'body wha isnae worthy o' ye tak' ye awa' frae me.
With love, Scotland
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Post by belize on Jul 29, 2011 20:27:08 GMT -5
Hola Tio Scotland~ I haven't talked to you much since I moved out of Mama's house. How are you? Is Mama still annoying you like he did when I still lived there? Oh, big sister Guatemala says hola! Con amor, Belize (Micos Johnson)
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Post by Dylan Kirkland on Jul 29, 2011 22:38:29 GMT -5
Dear Scotland,
I'm glad I was able to. Sometimes I wonder if you have a brother complex. Who would want to date me? Most countries don't even know who I am.
With love, Wales
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Post by ionakirkland on Jul 30, 2011 11:18:17 GMT -5
Dear Alba, OK then. I'll be good. Your boss sounds great! Lucky you.... I don't think my boss likes me very much. Whenever I do visit him he yells at me and pulls my hair again. Ah... the Guinness incident. Well, I went over with this whole lot of Guinness and we got drunk... really drunk. Then he started insulting me because of my religion so I kind of called him a "UK Ass-Kisser" and then he threw a can of Guinness at me and I threw some back at him... we both got badly hit on the head... The leprechaun? Well, only when I'm in desperate need for a drink, otherwise I try not to. He's a bit much too handle sometimes. I called you a couple of times but you must have been cursing England again or something because it went straight to voice mail when I did. Ah. Ok, I can understand that. France always did seem a little bit feminine. And a pervert. Well, it nice you two get along. Love and luck, Ireland
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Post by Hamish Kirkland on Jul 30, 2011 19:26:21 GMT -5
Dear Belize,
Ye didnae blether (talk) tae me muckle (much) whin ye leed (lived) wi' Englain sin ah wasn't aroond muckle. A'm ower (rather) guid, howfur aboot ye? Aye Englain is aye (still) getting under mah skin at ilka (every) given chance. A dinnae ken how come he cannae juist hing aff us. Tell her ah said guid day back.
Sincerely, Scotland
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Post by Hamish Kirkland on Jul 30, 2011 19:28:30 GMT -5
Dear Wales,
Dinnae be mean Wales ah ainlie (only) huv a wee brother complex bit it isnae lik' ah wid ever try anythin' fur o' it. Plus ah ainlie huv a bawherr (little) brother complex whin it comes tae ye 'n' north. Ah huv tae mak' sure neither o' ye ever git hurt by a'body. Wales dinnae say that! ye'r th' cutest member o' th' United Kingdom 'n' if fowk saw ye thay wouldn't be able tae keep thair hauns (hands) aff ye.
With Love, Scotland
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Post by Angelica Vargas-Jones on Jul 30, 2011 19:29:58 GMT -5
Ciao Scotland, Tell him I want them back. amore, Angelica
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Post by Hamish Kirkland on Jul 30, 2011 19:41:23 GMT -5
Dear Ireland,
Mah gaffer (boss) isnae stoatin (great) he juist kens that whin a'm under pressure daein' mah wirk ah stop sleeping 'n' keek (look) lik' a'm gaun tae die at ony seicont (second). Wance whin that happened ah coudnae stop smiling 'n' ah stopped smoking fur a week. Thay cried (called) North 'n' Wales sae thay cuid say thair goodbyes sin a' body thought ah wis dying.
Ah will blether (talk) tae north 'n' try tae git him tae halt afore ye git hurt or anythin'. Dinnae ca' him a "UK Ass-kisser"! Ireland that wis gaun tae far 'n' ye ken it. Ye baith (both) huv a wey o' stressing me oot.
Did ye ca' mah auld phane (old phone)? ah hud tae git a freish batch (new number) sae ye micht huv bin ca'in th' wrong yin (one).
If we didnae git alang ah wouldn't huv a'body bit ye tae gang swallyin (drinking) wi' anymair.
With love, Scotland
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Post by Hamish Kirkland on Jul 30, 2011 19:42:54 GMT -5
Dear Sicily,
Tell France yersel'. Ye kin ca' him 'n' ah wid huv tae gie something up tae git thaim back frae him. Ah awready am buying ye mair wine.
Sincerely, Scotland
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