Dearest Amerique,

I write to inform you that our dear Angleterre has been... how you might say... suffering, as of late. Horribly, and it worries me. He has not eaten anything, and even refused tea when I offered. I write this to you in haste, so you must deal with my horribly sloppy printing. But ah, Amerique, if you could be so kind as to fly your way over here to Angleterre's house and perhaps find out what is wrong with him, that would earn you many thanks from moi. Oui, I do predict you will be here with all due speed, but you Americans can be quite the unpredictable creatures. I must sign off, as I hear Angleterre's footsteps and I fear he might find out of my writing to you for assistance.

Au revoir,

Francis