"Hmm, that's odd, no name." You looked over the letter once more for a return address. You'd been invited to attend a winter party at the local graveyard. It was a weird place to have a party for this time of year, but you were bored, and it was a party.
Upon arriving to the party, you noticed there were quite a few confused looks going around. America walked up to greet you. "Hey there, you didn't happen to throw this party did you?"
"No, I figured it was you or maybe Poland. I didn't have a name on my letter."
"Yah, that's the thing brah. Everyone got the same letter, so no one knows who's throwing the party. I guess whoever it is isn't here, though, because I've talked to everyone." He let out his usual obnoxious laugh and headed over to the snack table.
"Hey look everybody." Italy was standing on an old, large sarcophagus, holding up a letter. "A bird just gave me this letter."
"Sure it did, wanker." Britain scoffed.
Italy jumped down to let America have