Beloved Poland,

have I ever said how much I love you? Your beautifull countryside, your rich and fascinating Culture and your... and I am blushing writing this, oh forgive me, nice people of course. All these centuries I have craved someone to love me, to make me feel united, a Smile I could protect from Russia. My bepsi is hard like the armor of TEUTONIC KNIGHTS PURGING HERETICS, when I think about you and my heart beats faster than then the gallop of GLORIOUS WINGED HUSSARS CHARGING UNTO VICTORY....ahh....ahh...
Excuse me for a moment.

So what I was going to say is, that I want to become one with you, I crave your Schlesien and Böhmen, want to please your Little Prussia while pleasing you with my Sachsen and Brandenburg. Don't you remember the times of the German Empire, where our territorys were melting into each other? Don't hear about what the meanies say, for me you are the most aryan country in the world, not that it would matter, cause when we are together nothing can stop us. The Fiends will flee in Terror bevor your Winged Hussars right into the swords of my Landsknechts and the bajonetts of my Landsers. Gothic Knights will charge bravely forward, knowing that they are protected by your Schlesian Marksman. I would kick out every of these filthy arabs, for you to fill mee with your strong slavic man and woman. Please, know that my feelings are true and honest and make me the happiest Autistic Girl with Stahlhem (Male) ever by going out with me.
In undying love,
Germany