Just then a shadowy figure entered the doorway. In his hands were plane tickets to NYC.

"Who the hell are you, and ," asked Bela.

"Oh. My. JOSHUA. It's my BFF Japan!"

"O. M. GOSH AMERICA! I heard you getting married! Let's have a bachelor party. IN NEW YORK F**KING CITY!"

"Bela, are you okay with me going to NYC with Japan?"

"Um... sure I'll throw my own party and keep planning the wedding. ."

"Sure." Japan said extremely uncharacteristically. "NOW AMERICA LET'S GO PARTAAAY!"

Then he started singing KE$HA.

"TIK TOK ON THE CLOCK GONNA BLOW THIS PERSON UP LIKE OWOWOWOWOWWOOOOO! GONNA COPY POKER FACE LIKE OWOWOWOWWOOOOOO! OWOWOOWOWOOOOOO!"

So Japan invited America's bffls England, France, Veneziano, Shizzeh Romano, and Spain.

OMG NYFC ADVENTUUUUUREEEEEEE.

So the guyz entered Japan's AWESOME SAUCE SUSHI private jet as they headed to NYC.

The first thing they were greeted with in their first ten minutes out of the airport was a honking battle between two road-raging jerks.

"Erm... welcome to NYC everyone!" said a slightly confused Japan.

So they took a Taxi with a 3D picture of a Priscilla drag queen (they exist, i've seen one) over to the CITAAAY. And the driver smelled like Burritos. And monkey ass.

"TO THE MOST EXPENSIVELY AWESOME HOTEL IN THE HISTORY OF EVER" exclaimed Japan.

So the driver sped over to the most expensive hotel in the history of ever.

"OMG SO WHEN IS THIS ADVENTURE GONNA GET EXCITING?" asked a bored France.

"Yeah, this is soo boring," SAID ENGLAND. Who was so bored that he was passionately stroking DEM BROWZZZ.

Once they arrived, a drunk homeless guy dressed up as a mormon missionary dude thing robbed them.

But it was really SEARAND in disguise!

"SEARAND, I thought u died from a tummy ache," said England and his son America in unison.

Searand spat at them, "NO, I AM NOT A CHILD ANYMORE! YOU CAN'T PICK ON ME ANYMORE! YOU'RE NOT THE BOSS OF ME NOW!"

"Fine, if you aren't a child anymore, then why don't you come with us to the bar on the Empire State Building. We are going drinkinngggg BAYBAY!" said France... he's an odd one.

"OH HONAY." screamed a random passerby.

Searand put his tongue out. "SURE. YOU'RE ON."

Everyone burst out laughing while Searand stood there indignantly.

France wiped his eyes with England's sleeve. "Ahaha, we'll be there at... hmm, say MIDNIGHT? Probably past your bedtime though, squirt."

Searand glowed with raeg, so he ran off into the oncoming traffic and somehow didn't get hit by any cars. That boy didn't go to Safety-Town

So the group checked in to their hotel and went over to the bar. It was 11:55 when they arrived and Searand was already there.

"I've been waiting for you," Searand said, trying to be tough.

"GUUUURRRLLL YOU SCARIN MEEE," said the bartender with bunny ears.

Searand sank into his seat.

"HEY YOU GAIIIIIZZZZ," Searand said, motioning them over to his speshulll booth.

They all sat down and ordered some beers.

Then, suddenly, (F**K YEA) PRUSSIA burst in, not wanting to miss beer because he loves beer.

"HAAAIII PRUSSIA," said an already-drunk Iggy. Even his eyebrows were drunk.

"o hai."

"CMON Searand, you haven't had a beer yet. What are you, CHICKEN? *in tommy wiseau fashion* CHEEP CHEEP CHEEP CHEEP CHEEP CHEEP CHEEP." said Prussia.

"NOBODY MAKES FUN OF MY FAVORITE FARM ANIMAL!" yelled Searand, he took America's beer and finished it.

America glared at him.

MEANWHILE, Romano was STUCK IN THE ELEVATOR.

With Spain.

Because the elevator couldn't bear the weight of everyone at once, so they had to so separately, and BLADDABLADDABLADDA—

"GAIZ. GAIZ. We r stuck in an elevatorrrrrrrrrrr," said the almighty shizzy one.

"Chillax. I got dis. I LIEK TORTLEZ," said Spain. He whipped out his Android (iPhones are for wusses according to Spain) and called America.

"It's Raining Men (America's ringtone)" started playing.

"Oh sh*t somebody's calling me. IT'S SPAIN."

"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY."

"Dood. I'm stuck in an elevator with Romanooooooooo."

"Well that's QUITE FORTUNATE, HUH? HUH? HUH? HUH?"

"AMERICA THIS IS NOT THE TIME."

In the background a voice screamed "WE'RE GONNA RUN OUT OF AIR AND DIE AAAAAAHHHH OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGGGGG."

"Romano? Spain, slap him for me. He needs to stay sane."

Spain does so.
"SRSLY DOOD U HAVE TO LIEK HELP USS."

"How? I can't magically free you. Goodbye."

"But..." Spain was too late. He hung up

"sshole," said Romano.

Now it's 2:00. Searand fell asleep cuz he was vewy tiwed, Shizzypants and Spain are still in the elevator, and the others were drunk but decided to go back home.

"Sh*tcakes the elevator doesn't work," said a tired Veneziano.

"Let's take the stairs then," said Japan.

"BUT IT'S LIEK 50 FLOOOOOORSS DOWNNN," said America.

"too bad," Japan dragged him down the stairs.

"WAIT GUYZ. Don't leave. My brudder and spain are trapped in an elevator," said Veneziano.

"Just call 911 or something, jeez," said France in a very feminine way.

"FINEEE." Veneziano dialed the number.

"Hello this is 911 what's your emergency?"

"MY BRUDDER AND MY FRIEND ARE TRAPPED IN AN ELEVATOR IN THE EMPIRE STATE BUILDING AND THEY ARE GONNA DIE AND THEY ARE TRAPPED AND THEY ARE GONNA DIE AND..."

"Calm down. We're coming right now."

So everybody left. Eventually the two got out and walked back to the hotel.

The next morning.. everybody was hungover.. but the ADVENTUREEE CONTINUESSSS.

"So gaiz.. liek wat do u wanna do today?" said Japan.

"LETS GO SHOPPPANNNNG!" said France.

Everyone groaned. "NO FRANCE WE ARENT GOING SHOPANGGG!" said the group in unison.

"FINE."

"Hhhhmmmmmm... let's go freak people out!"

"YEAH!" England agreed with America's statement.

So they headed over to Bryant Park. Just cuz.

Searand still wanted to be considered "cool and hip and an adult," so he dressed up as a "gangsta."

"YO WAZZUP MAH HOMIES," said Searand.

"DOOD. WTF? UR CRAMPIN MY EPIC STYLE," said Spain.

"OK I'M MAD NAO. I DECLARE A RAP BATTLE," said an angry Searand.

"YOOOOOOOOU. I'M THE TOMATO MASTA, IN CASE YOU WERE ASKIN', I'VE GOT THIS GIRLFRIEND SHE'S SO SHIZZY, SHE'S SO BEAUTIFUL IT MAKES ME DIZZY. YEAH, I'M A SPANIARD, FROM THE LAND OF PASSION, GOT SOME CRAZY A$$ PAINTERS AND AWESOME FASHION."

A crowd began to form from the amazing rap.

"AW HEEEEEEELL NO. YOU DID NOT JUST SOUND HOW I THOUGHT YOU DID! DUDE, YOU'RE BARKING UP THE WRONG TREE, SO SICK! I'M SEARAND! I'M THE KING OF THIS TOWN! SO IF YOU DON'T MIND, IMMA BEAT YOU TO THE GROUND—"

"OH NO YOU DIDN'T GURL, Y U SO MEAN? I GUESS BECAUSE YOU'RE A LITTLE GIRL AGED THIRTEEN. OH, YES! I BET YOU WATCH TWILIGHT, GET HIGH OFF OF SWEET TARTS, AND ARE SHY LIKE WOOOOOOOOOOOAH. IS THAT A DOUBLE RAINBOW 'CAUSE THIS IS GETTING INTENSE intense intense intense..."

"YO MOMMA SO—"

"MAN THIS AIN'T A YO MOMMA BATTLE. THIS IS A RAP BATTLE, DAWG!"

"GET A LIFE!"

"GET A WIFE!"

"YOU'RE DUMB!"

"YOU'RE YOUNG."

"WAIT WHAT."

The rap battle halted for a second. You know how Spain is about young people...

Luckily, France seemed to be getting the vibe pretty good.

"OHOHOHOHOH! I KNOW I'M FRENCH. BUT ZAT DON'T MEAN I CAN'T HIT YOU WIFFA WRENCH I'M LIKE WOOOOOOOAH. WOOOOAAAHHH. ZAT EES SO EPIC MAN. DONCHA KNOW? I'M SAILING ALL AROUND ZEES PLACE, TAKEENG OVAR DEH GLOBE."

"Rap. Battle. At. It's Finest. #speechless," tweeted a Broadway actor.

"FRANCE, WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM. SERIOUSLY IT'S LIKE EVERY EVENT I SEE YOU'RE INVOLVED IN 'EM. I'M SEARAND! I'M THE BEST OF THE BEST, AND I'D APPRECIATE IT IF YOU DON'T MESS WITH THE MESS!"

"WHAT ARE YOU, KE$HA? YOU'RE SO FREAKING VAIN. YOU'RE A PAIN, NO DISDAIN, AND YOU'RE ALWAYS ON COCAINE."

Japan got bored with the battle, so he went across the street to Kinokuniya. A store all about his culture. He saw this REALLY CUTE t-shirt, too...

At this point the crowd was huge. People were filming it, and eventually put it up on YouTube where it became a viral internet sensation.

The meme was called "Little British Boy" vs "Spanish Dude" vs "French Dude".
EPIC.

Eventually the fight just turned into a bunch of swearing so America just dragged them away to Times Square.

"So... what do you gaiz wanna do nao?"

"O M GOSH CAN WE SEE PRISCILLA?" said France.

"NO!" said America.

"Aaaawww..."

"srsly gaiz lets do smthn awesome. LETS STEAL SOMETHING FROM A MUSEUM," said Iggy.

"No, I have a better idea," said Japan. "let's force SEARAND to steal something!"

"YEAH!" said all the gaiz sounding like a bunch of teenage gurrrls talking bout boys at a slumber party.

"So how are we gonna do it?" America said to them while they were all in a football huddle.

Japan thought for a second.

"FUN FUN FUN FUN LOOKIN FORWARD TO THE WEEKEND," said a homeless violinist trying to sell cds.

"How about we set up something in his proximity so that he sees the precious museum artifact and he CANNOT RESIST stealing it?"

"GENIUS. What does Searand like that's in a museum?" asked the future groom.

"Well, maybe the largest ice cream cone in the world?"

"OMG it could be in coney island," said Veneziano, trying to be funny.

"You're not funny. Now go watch Two and a Half Men," said Japan.

Italy sulked off to a dvd store and bought the complete first and second and third season. Then he sulked off to the hotel room.

Then they set up a giant neon sign that blared "WORLD'S BIGGEST ICE CREAM CONE, NOW ON DISPLAY AT THE MUSEUM OF NATURAL HISTORY."

"OMG WORLD'S BIGGEST ICE CREAM CONE foih oaiuwehgou jzdb vkjbhlsei," said Searan, so excited that he accidentally bumped into a woman dressed up as a koala handing out flyers saying go see priscilla.

"LETS GO TO THE MUSEUM GAIZZZZZZZZZZZZ,"

"fine," said America.

So the group set off to the museum. Searand led the way while the other gurrrllls were hanging out farther away giggling.

"Hmmmm... I think I should STEAL IT!" Searand cried.

"omg Searand, if you do... maybe you can be considered 'manry' enough to officially join the club," Japan dared.

"I'll give you 20 quid if ya do," said England.

"hm... FINE i'll do it!"

Later that evening, when the museum had closed, Searand was lowered from the ceiling like a ninja ALL BY HIMSELF. The others were staked out and recording it with their cell phones, trying not to burst out laughing. Across the hall, the ice cream cone glowed with the security lasers. Miraculously, Searand managed to get the cone out of the lasers without setting anything off. Everyone was #speechless.

MEANWHILE: Romania, dressed up as a vampire approached a crowd of people.
"This is it.. I know it," he said.

"ummm is this where i can meet Harry Potter?" Romania asked a woman with a very large backpack.

"YEP!" she said obnoxiously.

"Excellent," he said in an evil voice.

"May I pass you to be in the front row. I need to talk to him," the vampire asked politely.

"NO!" the b*tchy backpack lady said.

Romania took out a knife and slit her throat, and then sucked out all of her blood.(HALLELUJAH! AMEN!)

So Array came out.

He approached Romania.

"Vampires are better than wizards," he said, and disappeared.

"DAMN! Second time this week." Old Danny boy snapped his fingers like AW SHUCKS.

MEANWHILE Back at the museum, pure epicness was taking place.

"WHY THE HELL ARE ALL THE EXHIBITS COMING TO LIFE?"

Ben Stiller appeared. He said, "O hai. I'm famous. I have money. I'm richer than you mwahahaha," and disappeared.

"Uhh..." Japan stared blankly ahead.

Searand actually created a distraction. He made all the exhibits come to life, thus distracting Ben Stiller, so he ran out the front door, ginormous ice cream cone in hand, and ran back to the hotel, nearly colliding into some annoying pr*ck texting.

"OH WHAT A NIGHT!" said America.

"rly? Quoting Jersey Boys? wow..." said some random douche on the street.

"Guys, can we go back to the hotel?" asked a tired Spain.

"Sure. Tomorrow's our rast day... ret's do something speciar," said Japan.

"O M GOSH CAN WE SEE PRISCILLA?" asked France again.

"NO!" said everybody again.

"Well, can we go SHOPPANG at PRADA?"

"NO!"

"Let's end this bachelor party with a cliche! Let's go to the top of the f**king STATUE OF ," said America.

"Well, you're the groom. SURE LETS DO IT GAIZ," said Spain.

So after a long rest they headed over to the tip of Manhattan where they waited for a ferry to the Statue of Liberty.

The group boarded the ferry and they headed to the island.

"Ok, last NYC activity. LETS DO THIS," said America.

"Aiight dawg," said Searand, trying to sound cool, even though he was kinda cool from the bad$$ deed he did at the museum the night before.

So, the gang started the loooooonggggg climb up the stairs to the crown.
"I'm tired," France huffed after the first 20 steps.

"You're a f**king wuss," said Japan.

France pouted, "I'm TRYING to be a proper lady here!" He then linked arms with England and traveled daintily up the steps.

Japan smacked his forehead. "Okay..." he looked behind him at the rest of the group.

Romano had gotten a splinter so Spain was carrying him bridal-style. Feliciano had finally manned up and wasn't relying on anyone.

When they got to the top, everyone was exhausted, but the view of New York F**king City was worth it.

Everybody got a second wind and was enjoying themselves. Except Searand. He has a fear of heights, but only when he is outside.

"GAIZ.. umm... erm... im scared."

"WUSS," yelled japan.

"C'mon get closer u WUSS," said England.

"JUST DO IT. LIKE NIKE," said Romano, rather shizzily.

So he does.

"So do you like the view," said America.

"Ye-"

America pushed him off the Statue of Liberty. Into the water. But don't worry Searand survived. He just went back to the hotel and left.

"THANK GOD HE'S GONE!" said Spain.

"Let's climb back down and go to teh BARRRRRRRRRRRRRRR," said Veneziano.

"Jeez Veneziano, I didn't know you were so eager to drink. What's gotten INTO YOU? Is it that potato macho man again? HUH? HUH?" Romano demanded.

"Look, it's our last night, and it's America's last epic night as an unmarried man. The wedding is in three weeks ya know," said Veneziano "so let's live in a cliche and spend our last NYC moment in the bar!"

"Can we go shoppannnnggggg and/or see Priscilla?"

"NO, FRANCE. WE CAN'T GO SHOPPING OR SEE PRISCILLA," Japan shouted. "FOR THE LAST TIME YOU RETARD."

France started crying really really hard. So hard that he needed a TISSUE.
FOR HIS ISSUE.

AAAAAAAAAW YEEEEEEEEAHHHHH!

So.. the gurrrrls lived in a cliche and spent their last fun moment in NYC in a bar. The next day they headed home. They really had the time of their lives. Except France. He wanted to go shoppannnngg and see Priscilla quite badly. Honestly, a little too badly.

When America got back home, something tragic happened. Bela was gone and there was a note.

"Dear America,
I captured Bela.
I should be your wife.
Love,
Ukraine.

"OH MY GOD! MY FIANCEE HAS BEEN CAPTURED BY HER EVIL STEPSISTER!"

TO BE CONTINUED.