Dear Danmark idiot,

I don't know why I am writing this stupid letter, but Sverige said it would help. I have yet to feel better. Everyone seems so worried about me…stupid. I can take care of myself…but you know that. I finally opened the Christmas present you got me. I'm wearing it right now…if you saw me you would probably have that stupid grin on your face.

It's been an unusually warm winter. I think you would like it. The snow is melting pretty fast; it smells though…like melting snow always does. It sort of reminds me of the first time we met…but never mind. You probably think I'm turning into a sentimental old man. I'm not; I just thought that is what it was like.

The meetings are quiet without you. So is my house. The whole world seems to have hit the mute button. It's crazy; I used to tell you to go away so I could have some peace and quiet…stupid. I don't want peace and quiet anymore. It isn't all that great.

A month has passed you know. A month since the crash…stupid. If you hadn't gotten into the plane to visit…I hate it all. The stupid storm, the stupid emergency landing, and the stupid landing gear, I hate everything. If it weren't for all of that…you would still be here, but you're not. You're gone, and…I miss you.

~Norge