A/N: Sorry, guys, I actually deleted chapter 3 (this was supposed to be chapter 4), and I have absolutely no backup for it ANYWHERE. For those of you who didn't get to read it, France arrived, brought champagne, went to Austria's bedroom to "watch over him", and Spain drank all of the beer he was supposed to bring to the party and got uber-drunk.

Prussia: (checks reviews on his cell phone) AWWW YEAH! The awesome ME just got another reviewer, AND from somebody other than that one from last time! How awesome is that! So Poppixoxo says:

DRUNK SPAIN3 can't wait for lovino to get there:)

Prussia: Kesese, I'm sure he'll be there sooner or later. But right now I've just got to find a beer place here! I mean I know Specs has beer here, he is always bragging about how his beer is the best even though he never drinks it! Or seldom ever, anyway... like that guy on the commercials who doesn't always drink beer... except Austria is more like the LEAST interesting man in the world! Kesese, or maybe the most interesting GIRLY MAN in the world!

KESESESESESESESE... (looks up) Oh, look! A liquor store!

WELCOME TO THE PRUSSIAN SIMULATOR.

Prussia: What the hell...? (facepalms) West told me about these things...

LET'S SAY YOU'RE PRUSSIAN. YOU WALK INTO A LIQUOR STORE TO GET BEER. YOU FIND THAT THERE IS A VERY GOOD SELECTION OF BEERS FROM MANY COUNTRIES.

Prussia: AWESOME! I'm going with St. Pauli's Girl because that's my favorite, it comes from my country - or at least my former country, kesese - AND it has a HAWT Fraulein on the bottle!

South Korea: Beer originated in Korea, da-ze!

HOWEVER, THERE IS A SOUTH KOREAN WHO IS ALSO SHOPPING FOR BEER, AND HE IS SHOVING A CASE OF KOREAN BEER IN YOUR FACE.

Prussia: What the fuck? It sure as hell did NOT, us Germanic peoples invented it!

South Korea: You should buy Korea beer, Korea beer is best! Da-ze!

SOUTH KOREANS ARE KNOWN FOR BEING HIGHLY NATIONALISTIC, TO THE EXTREME THAT THEY BELIEVE THAT THEY INVENTED EVERYTHING OF VALUE IN THIS WORLD, NOT TO MENTION GOOFY AND ANNOYING, AT LEAST AS PORTRAYED BY THE JAPANESE.

Prussia: I am buying German beer, and that is that!

South Korea: (gropes Prussia's five meters)

SOUTH KOREANS ARE NOT NEARLY AS TOUCHY ABOUT PHYSICAL CONTACT AS THE GERMANIC RACES, HOWEVER, THEIR NATION'S AVERAGE IQ IS AMONG THE HIGHEST IN THE WORLD.

Prussia: Whaaaa...? THAT IS A LIE! Us Germanic races are the smartest, because we are the MASTER RACE! DID YOU HEAR THAT? WE ARE AWESOME!

BECAUSE YOU ARE PRUSSIAN, YOU ARE ALSO VERY NATIONALISTIC, TO THE POINT THAT LESS CULTURALLY AWARE PEOPLES, SUCH AS THE AMERICAN CARRYING A PACK OF BUDWEISER RIGHT NEXT TO YOU, CAN MISTAKENLY BELIEVE THAT YOU ARE A NAZI.

America: (clocks Prussia) Take that, you Nazi punk!

Prussia: Gott verdammt... you Americans are supposed to be fat lazy wimps!

America: Haha, I'VE been working out!

Prussia: Kesese, I can still beat your Arsch any day of the week! (kicks America down there)

America: (Screams like a banshee) Oh no you didn't!

Prussia: Oh, yes I did! I'm declaring WAR on you!

America: Well sorry dude but you CAN'T declare war on ANYBODY. You're not a real country anymore, remember?

Prussia: Aw, that's right. FICK...

YOU GET IN LINE BEHIND THE AMERICAN AND IT'S A LONG LINE. YOU TRUST THAT, SINCE THIS SHOP IS IN AUSTRIA AND AUSTRIANS ARE SERIOUS AND EFFICIENT, THAT THE LINE WILL PASS FAST. HOWEVER, YOU CHECK AND SEE THAT THE CASHIER IS A FOREIGNER - A SPANIARD, TO BE EXACT.

Prussia: SPAIN? WHAT THE FICK...

BEING AS RUDE AND AWESOME AS YOU ARE, YOU CUT IN FRONT OF EVERYBODY ELSE.

Prussia: Spain, what are you doing here? You are supposed to be at home wasted from drinking bottle after bottle of Dos Equis!

Spain: Oh, seriously?

Prussia: Yes, seriously!

Spain: Oh, seriously?

Prussia: (sighs) Yes. Seriously.

Spain: Oh, seriously?

Prussia: YES, SERIOUSLY! (knocks Spain over the head with the pack of St. Pauli's Girl)

Spain: Ouch! That seriously hurts!

THERE IS AN ITALIAN WHO CUTS IN LINE RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU. HE IS A SOUTHERN ITALIAN, MEANING HE HAS LESS OF THE GERMANIC BLOOD THAT THE NORTHERN ITALIANS HAVE TO DILUTE HIS SAUCINESS, AND HE DOES NOT LIKE GERMANIC PEOPLES. OR POTATOES.

Romano: Quit knocking people upside the head like a barbarian, you potato bastard!

Prussia: DON'T KNOCK THE POTATO! What do you think your gnocchi is made of?

Romano: LIES! (Hits Prussia lightly on the head with an empty bottle of Italian beer) Take that, you filthy potato bastard and your disgusting potato brew!

Prussia: HEY! Beer is not made out of potatoes! You're thinking of the hard stuff that Ivan drinks!

Romano: Whatever. I hate that vodka bastard too.

Prussia: (Picks up Romano and throws him at Spain) Sheesh, this place is CRAZY! I'ma run out of here before anybody tries to arrest me!

AND SO YOU RUN OUT OF THE STORE CARRYING THE BEER THAT YOU HAVEN'T PAID FOR, BUT NOBODY CATCHES YOU. YOU ARE JUST AWESOME LIKE THAT.