January 20th

Dear Brother,

Today I went to the teenage wasteland; also known as the Hetalia International Academy. I was at the table when he walked in. He was laughing sheepishly and dribbling a basketball, surrounded by his friends. They were pretending to be annoyed by his boisterous laughter, but I could see them trying to hold in their own giggles. He glanced over at me and my face instantly heated up. He quickly turned back around and I did the same. I hate Alfred F. Jones. I despise him with all of my heart. He has ruined my life. I have to look at what he did to me every day. As soon as I get the chance, I will hold a knife to his throat and make him beg for mercy…then I will slit it.

Forgive me for what I did, Brother.

I made lots of tips at the grocery store today. I will put the money in the "Free Ivan" jar next to my bed as soon as I am done writing this. Sadly, the "Free Ivan" fundraiser you suggested was not a success: for some odd reason, no one would buy the cupcakes with your face on it.

Brother, I am so honored to help raise funds for your bail. I promise to dispose of the wretched people who threw you in that terrible prison. Who ever heard of going to prison for possession of nuclear weapons at a school? This country is absurd.

You'll be glad to know that I moved like you suggested. I will put the rent money I saved in the jar. You are so smart! I now live in Roberto Garcia's maid house. He is Mexican and very hospitable. The maid house is cramped, but comfortable. The only problem is his neighbor: Alfred Jones. Why does fate keep stabbing me in the back?

I was shocked when I spotted him in his backyard playing basketball, of course. I ducked in the bushes. He doesn't know that I live here, thank God, and I don't plan on telling him. As a matter of fact, I don't plan on telling him a damn thing ever again. Especially…that thing.

Anyway, work was okay. I rang up a man who was going to pay seven dollars for a box of cereal. Can you believe that? I told him the price was wrong. I said, "Sir, this box is actually ten dollars. The sale ended yesterday." and he believed me! Three extra dollars for the "Free Ivan" jar!

Forgive me for that thing, Brother.

Forever Yours,

Natalia

A/N: So…do you like? Should I keep it going?