Dear papa,

Why did you lose the war? You told me you wouldn't lose!

I've met my brother; America. He's very loud and gets us into trouble, a lot.

Mister England is nice and he lets me sleep with Kumajiro, but I still wish I was with you.

Papa, please come and get me. I'll wait where you first saw me, oui?

From,
New France

P.s. Should I start signing my letters with Canada, that is what everyone else calls me?