rules_the_north

Dear God,

It's me, Your most awesome nation. Remember that time You gave me that flag, when I was in Estonia? Those were good times. But God, I need to have a talk with You. Lately, I feel like You haven't been holding up Your end of our deal. The one where I'm awesome and fix up this You-damn city, no offense, and where You take care of me.

Now, I'm gonna forget about the whole Japan thing, because I'm not even completely sure Japan's Christian, so he's kinda out of Your jurisdiction. And I'm going to forgive You for the whole Germany thing, because I'm sure it's part of some plan You and Jesus have going. Say hi to Him for me by the way.

I'm also not mad about the snow, or the fact that people here are crazy, or the assholes, and I'm also not going to blame You for the fact that it's hard work. I like hard work! And I'm glad You've sent Nor here, and I'm glad I got to help kill that monster, and I'm glad Ice is here too.

But God.

Why the fuck is Sweden tiny. Okay, okay, I know I've told You I like being the big brother, but this isn't what I meant! You have a weird sense of humor, God. And for the record, I'm still sore about the stuff with him a couple weeks ago, but I don't think that was Your fault since You probably think he's as weird as I do.

Please change him back to an adult.

All my love,
Den.