"America, you're going too slow," England didn't hesitate to say.
"Well, isn't that the normal pace?" America said, curiously. "That's what you told me, no?
"You're not helping it!" England said, with every grunt that popped out of his breath.
"I can feel it coming!" America shouted at the top of his lungs. "Hold your breath!"
A sticky substance was starting to form, at the base of the hole.
Slowly, England could feel a sign of crying out of his tired, watering mouth. He was tired out too easily.
"Don't you think it's a little too late for this?" America recommended.
"I'm too drunk to care as of right now...do whatever you want so long as you can do what you need to do."
America slowly moved England to the side to make him comfy. "This feels so good," England managed to get out.
"Can you feel it pushing?" America asked to make sure it was safe. "I mean, it's really big and I don't think you can handle it.
England just scoffed, "I'll take it like a man."
"Well...here it goes..."
And with force of both energy, America was able to push it into the hole, with the stick substance still around to make it easier.
"That's the last time I ever dig anything up, and try to use it," England said, wiping off the sticky substance from his hand "And Canada's syrup didn't help, one bit." They were burying an old treasure that England had found to pay back France. "It feels so good, just to get it off my chest. It was quiet a bother I tell you."
"Now...To take care of the frog.." England, and America said as they went off into the night