Summary: England has friends to, the pitiful brothers and France.
Warning: Same old same old so Germany still can't kill me.
Disclaimer: I own nothing I barely have friends of my own.
Part one of England has Friends to:
"A good friend will bail you out of jail. Your best friend will be sitting next to you in the cell saying 'THAT WAS FREAKIN AWSOME! LETS DO IT AGAIN!'
England groaned, he had a terrible hangover his head was throbbing he and felt like he had been run over by a Chinese man driving an Italian car. Slowly he opened his eyes only to wince in the harsh light in his concrete and Plexiglas room. Moments later the smell of unwashed body's and vomit had him running to empty the contents of his stomach in the small metal toilet.
"Oi are you ok?" Slowly he lifted his throbbing head from the metal hole in the wall that passed for a toilet. He then proceeded to push his head back into his metallic salvation as he say who was in the small cell with him.
"Guess not, oh well" The silver haired man stood from his place on the slab of concrete that passed as a bed and made his way over to his English cohort.
"What happened?" England said from his place in the toilet as the former nation of Prussia came to his side to watch his misery.
"Well we got really drink and stole a car from China who was borrowing it from Italy and then you got run over when China got the car back. Then the police showed up and threw us in this cell. And you know what?" Prussia leaned down so he could clearly see the glare being sent his way from inside the toilet.
"That was FREAKING AWSOME. We have got to do that again." The guards would later have to separate the two as England kept trying to shove Prussia's head down the toilet.