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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Aug 19, 2012 0:08:06 GMT -5
That was totally my plan! XD))
Prussia got a wry smile, and he looked around, picking Spain up and holding him over his shoulder. He decided to go to the Italies house!
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Post by shark on Aug 19, 2012 0:10:20 GMT -5
France smirked. Remember. He was a little drunk. "Pfffft."
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Post by Cheshire Cat on Aug 19, 2012 0:11:41 GMT -5
"What the hell is wrong with you? Are you drunk?!" England asked.
Spain was completely limp, flopping as Prussia walked.
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Post by shark on Aug 19, 2012 0:13:18 GMT -5
"Nope," he was dragging him to the bar now. "We should get you drunk now~"
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Aug 19, 2012 0:15:03 GMT -5
Oh god, this'll get interesting.))
Romano had gone home.
A few minutes later, Prussia kicked their door in. "Little Romano! I brought you a present! Keseseses." He dropped Spain on the couch.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS A POTATO-BASTARD DOING IN MY HOUSE?! GET THE FUCK OUT!" Romano raged, appearing in the doorway. But you know, he was shirtless! :3
Prussia laughed, turning and disappearing out the doorway. "You're velcome!!"
"What the hell did you d---FUCK! IT'S THE TOMATO-BASTARD!"
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Post by shark on Aug 19, 2012 0:15:52 GMT -5
Omg xDDD))
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Post by shark on Aug 19, 2012 0:28:54 GMT -5
Where's father ;_;
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Aug 19, 2012 0:30:52 GMT -5
dunno </3)
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Post by Cheshire Cat on Aug 19, 2012 0:31:24 GMT -5
{{Sorry my computer is being an ass hole!}}
"No! I refuse to participate in such things!" England yelled, digging his feet into the ground.
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Post by shark on Aug 19, 2012 0:32:12 GMT -5
I hate that >:I))
France picked England up like lightweight. "Nopeee."
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Post by Cheshire Cat on Aug 19, 2012 0:32:17 GMT -5
Spain woke up, "Oi, I'm going to vomit." he mumbled.
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Post by Cheshire Cat on Aug 19, 2012 0:36:06 GMT -5
"Put me down you git!" England yelled.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Aug 19, 2012 0:36:16 GMT -5
"Don't you dare do that on my floor, or couch!" Romano threatened with a glare.
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Post by shark on Aug 19, 2012 0:38:38 GMT -5
France didn't put them down until he got to the bar, dropping him on a chair
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Post by Cheshire Cat on Aug 19, 2012 0:45:22 GMT -5
England stood up and started to walk out "I'm not drinking with you!"
Spain nodded, groaning. he rubbed his head, "it hurts..."
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