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It was Christmas time and all the countries had just held their last meeting before the holiday and are all headed back to their own houses. As they walked, we see two brothers discussing what they were going to do over the holiday.

"So, you want to hang out at my house for Christmas, England?"

"I can't, I have to drop off Sealand at Switzerland's place to play with Liechtenstein."

"Little bro got a date, that's great well just hang after you drop him off."

"Yeah, that's not gonna work because I have a date later."

"What! You have a date? Last we talked you told me you were free."

"This happened last minute."

"How did you get a date? With who? When did you get the date?"

"To answer your first question, at a bar last night."

"Of course. What, did you and France get drunk last night and confess your love?"

"No! as if I would ever consider dating that frog, you bloody wanker, and if you must know it's Hungary."

"Austria's wife Hungary? Come on man, that's breaking bro code. Bros before hoes, plus, she's a little crazy."

"First of all, Austria and her have been divorced for going on one hundred years, next, you and I have never been bros, so there is no bro code between us. Finally, hm, what would I rather do? Go on a date with a brilliant girl, or spend Christmas with you here moping? That should be obvious, America."

"Sorry man, I'm just feeling down about not having any plans of my own."

"Why don't you ask someone out on a date? There are tons of countries that would like to go out with you."

"You know that my heart belongs to one country. I wouldn't be able to have fun if it's not her I'm going out with."

"Ah, yes, Vietnam. Let me rephrase my question then, why don't you ask her out?"

"I can't do that, she hates my guts."

"America, that war ended over fourty years ago, I'm sure she's gotten over it."

"Easy for you to say, you weren't there. You didn't see what we saw each of our people do to each other, I still have nightmares about it."

"You're right, I wasn't there for the war, but if I let every bad memory from a war haunt me, you and I would have never gottem back on good terms."

"I guess you're right."

"Ask her out. She's already not talking to you, what's the worst that could happen?"

"She could take her hand gun and shoot me in the balls."

"As funny as that mental picture is, I doubt that's going to happen."

"I still think this is a bad idea."

"Since when do you care what's a bad idea or not? Are you scared."

"No."

"Holy shit, you, the great America, scared of asking a girl out!"

"Yeah, so what?"

"Now, you listen to me, America were you scared when you fought me?"

"No..."

"Were you scared when you entered both world wars?"

"No."

"Were you scared when you elected Donald Trump as your president?"

"No."

"That's right. Do you know why? Because you are America, and when someone says something is a bad idea, you do it anyways and prove them wrong. Now what you're going to do is march over to Vietnam's house and ask her out. Why?Because you are an American and you don't give two shits about what's a bad idea or not."

"You're right, thanks!"

"Of course I am, now go get her you bloody moron."

"Will do. Oh, and Arthur, I know I don't say this enough, but you're the best big brother a guy could ask for."

"Well, you are a pretty cool little bro I guess. Now go before I throw you out."

"I'm going. Oh, and, good luck."