"Yukari, get your head off my chest!" Minamo Kurosawa had woken up to find that she was not as alone as she thought she was.
"But you're practically American!" protested Yukari, who was sprawled across Minamo's bed after a night of heavy drinking, using her friend as a hot water bottle and soft pillow. Minamo had been lining the wall for a while, and decided to sit up and get her bearings. She let out a small scream as Yukari tried to undo her bra.
"Yukari!"
Just then, Yukari stood up. "Ve are note amyoosed." Then she tried again.
"We are not amused! Albert, how could you reject us like that?" Yukari sobbed.
"Aru... belto?" Minamo was having trouble with the name. "Yukari, how much did you drink last night?"
"We are deeply hurt, Albert. We are not Yukari but... Yukarina Victoria!!"
"Eh, come again?"
"I AM VICTORIA, QUEEN OF GREAT BRITAIN AND EMPRESS OF INDIA! OFF WITH HER HEAD!"
"That's Henry VIII."
"Oh."