The Republic of Molossia uses the Deseret Alphabet as an alternate English writing method.
I don’t know, you were pretty fucking disrespectful towards the mighty Molossian Empire.
Alfred:
He’s a stupid bastard who likes to pretend i’m not independent. He thinks he knows me just because I live inside his borders near him, but he doesn’t know shit. I hope he falls off of a bridge and sprains his ankle. And is then attacked by wolves. And I get to save his sorry ass and laugh. Oh, and take his land.
Arthur:
Alfred is his fault, but I can’t even start on that, because…
dear god, what the fuck are those things on his face
They’re like, two dead raccoon tails taped to his forehead. Is that a fashion trend or something in England? Poor man, I can scarcely look at his face, much less confront him about being America’s mom.
Being a BAMF: It’s a tough job, but someone’s got to do it. It does have its perks, though. Free coffee mugs are just the beginning. Sometimes I feel like nobody appreciates my work, though. But it doesn’t matter, because they have no clue what fucking greatness they are missing out on.
I am flattered that you recognize my beauty, but I must request that you admire me from a distance.
I’m sure you understand.
SORRY I CAN’T HEAR YOU OVER THE SOUND OF BEING A NATION
OH WAIT, THAT’S THE SOUND OF BULLETS
MAKING A NICE, SATISFYING SQUISHY SOUND IN YOUR SKULL.
THE SOUND OF NATIONHOOD IS SQUISHY, ANON. DEAL WITH IT.
also i am not a homosexual ok
