I walked into Latvia's room and felt my heart break, him and Russia were making out! I stormed out of the room and called Romano.

"What the hell do you want?"

"He kissed Russia!"

"That bitch!"

"I know! Help me…I still love him."

"Why don't you make out with Poland? He still likes you ya 'know. He wants to fuck you."

"…first off…ew…second…what the hell? And third…EWWWWWW!"

"Well he does, and you know there's no better way to make someone want you then to make them fucking jealous."

"…you're right…"

"Bitchin! That is so fucking bitchin!"

"…you're suck a freak…but you're an awesome freak, that's why I love you."

"Ewwwww. I don't want you to fucking love me."

"Dude, you're a douche-bag."

"Really? Thank you! You're so nice!"

"…ok?"

"Dude, don't ask, I'm VERY drunk! Don't EVER let Spain take you drinking! You'll never be the same again."

"Can I come get drunk with you guys? I need to get trashed…really bad…"

"Sure! Come on over!" I ran to Romano's house and the second I walked through the door I could smell the liquor from inside. It was overwhelming. Romano, Spain, and I played beer pong, they were a team and I was the other team.

"Little Lithy! Let's dress up like taco's! It'll totally scare the shit out of Lovi."

"Ok! Let's do it!" Spain and I stripped and put on taco suits but as Spain took off his underwear and pulled on his taco, Romano walked in

"WHA? WHAT THE CRAPOLA HAPPENED HERE?" his face turned bright red.

"Aw! Lovi! You're so red! Just like a tomato…but not a cherry tomato…those are gross." Romano stood paralyzed in the door. Spain walked over-pants still around his ankles-and started petting him. "Aw Lovi! You're so cute when you look like a tomato!"

"Don't touch me." That didn't stop Spain from petting him.

"Lovi! You're my little tomato! My tomato! DO you hear that world? Lovi's my tomato!"

"I said don't touch me."

"My little tomato's so cute! Isn't he little Lithy? I mean, look at him! He's such a cute tomato!" he accidentally pulled his curl while petting him, Romano plowed into Spain screaming at the top of his lungs.

"Fuck you, you fucking bitch! Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you! NEVER TOUCH ME AGAIN! Fuck you!"

"Tomato! Don't be so mean! Here, I got you a tomato costume…with a big foolish mustachio! Look at it! it's so stupid and unprofessional looking!"

"…I'm not wearing that."

"Oh come on, put it on."

"No."

"Put it on."

"No." Spain pulled his top off and pulled the tomato over his head.

"There we go."

"I fucking hate you."

"Aw! Lovi! Don't hate me! You should love me not hate me! I'm awesome! And strong! And sexxy! Right Lithy? Aren't I sexxy?"

"Uhhh…"

"Don't answer that."

We walked around dressed as giant taco's and Romano as a giant tomato with a mustache and ran into Austria. He yelled at us for being inappropriate.

"People like you are the reason that things are turbulent!" he said poking me and Spain in the chest. "I am lashing out at you."

We went back to the house and Spain went into his room and came out with a brown paper bag.

"You guys wanna form a crack circle?"

"Sure!"

"It wouldn't be a fucking circle you dumbass! There would be three fucking points! That's called a fucking triangle! A triangle! What the hell are you on? Are you mentally fucking retarded?"

"No! We are not retarded!"

"Let's just form the crack circle."

"Triangle! It's a mother fucking triangle!"

"Whatever. Lithy bring the chairs over, put them in a circle."

"What the hell is wrong with you? It's a fucking triangle! You are a mentally fucking retarded dumbass!"