Okay, so this is chapter three. England decides to take revenge on America for showing the video of him drunk at the world conference. And forgive me for any mistakes in grammar, I think my computer caught all of them but I'm not sure.
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England paced the floor in his room. "Damn, why is it so hard to think of a good way to get back at America? What can match German beer?" he asked himself out loud.
He stopped pacing and looked at the picture of him and America by his bedside table. Though he didn't admit it, England didn't think America was annoying. He just thought he was a bit ignorant, which isn't his fault entirely, because that's just how he is.
In the picture, America had the camera on him and England, America was laughing and England was just smiling. Why was he laughing again? Oh yeah, one of the countries tipped his drink with vodka and he was drunk…England thought.
"THAT'S IT! I'll tip his sodas with vodka! The question is, how do I make it so he doesn't taste it?" he said.
He picked up this phone and called Russia. "Hello?" he picked up.
"Russia, do you have any coke flavored vodka? And this might sound stupid, but if you do they look like coke? "England asked him. Russia thought for a moment then he said," Actually we do, but only five bottles. It just passed all the tests for health and stuff. We are starting to mass produce them. And yes, they look like ordinary coke. Why?"
England spoke again, "I want to get America drunk by making him think the vodka is soda. But I can only do it right if it's the same flavor and color as the soda." "Alright, you can have a bottle. But just make sure if you're going to replace his soda with vodka, make sure it's in a fast food cup. He'll figure it out if you don't."
England thanked him, asked him to send the bottle to his place and then hung up. "Excellent," England smirked," Now, it's time for revenge."
England came inside his house, locked the door and set the fast food bag and two drinks next to the bottle of coke-flavored vodka. He dumped one of the drinks out halfway and replaced it with at least three or four shots of vodka and put the rest of the bottle in the fridge. He tasted a tiny bit of it and smirked," It tastes like coke. Good. Now he'll definitely drink it."
Then he took all the food and the two drinks to the dining room and set them on the table and called America. "Hey dude!" America answered. "Are you busy?" England asked.
"Not really, I was actually going to head over there before you called." America responded. "Great, well, you can come over then. I also have dinner here. I bought some fast food for you."
America cheered, "YES YOU'RE NOT COOKING- I mean okay, I'll be over in twenty minutes." He hung up. England sipped his own soda, making sure to sip the one without the alcohol.
America got there twenty minutes later, as he said, and immediately began to scarf down his hamburgers, fries and his "soda".
England noticed America was staring to get drunk after the tenth sip. Perfect, England thought.
"ENGLAND DUDE GUESS WHAT?" America yelled. God, he's even louder when he's drunk, England though holding his ears. "What America?" England asked. "I WANNA BE A FISHHHHHHHHH." America shouted, laughing uncontrollably.
England pushed record on his video camera on the shelf behind him. "MAYBE I CAN BE JUSTIN BIEBER OR SOMETHING-WAIT NO HE'S CANADIAN. CANADIANS ARE WEIRDDDDDDDDDDDDD." America jumped on the table," MAMAAAAAAA OOOOOOOOOOO I DIDN'T MEAN TO MAKE YOU CRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY IF I'M NOT BACK AGAIN THIS TIME TOMORROWWWWWWW!"
England lost it and started to laugh and hold his stomach. "SWEEET DREMS ARE MADE OF PIEEEEE! WHO AM I TO NOT EAT BURGERS?"
America jumped off the table and screamed, at the top of his lungs," ENGLAND'S COOKING IS SO BAD THAT BIRDS DIE WHEN THEY SMELL IT." England stopped smiling and looked at him, "You're just as obnoxious drunk."
"THAT'S BECAUSE I'M NOT DRUNK YA BRIT." America yelled, and started to laugh, banging his fist on the table. "Wha-what?" England stuttered." Dude I can't believe you thought I was drunk! You know that coke flavored vodka from Russia isn't alcoholic right? He only thinks it is." America spoke in his normal voice.
England slammed his fist on the table, "Bloody git." America laughed and opened the door to the house, "Thanks for the burgers dude I'm out!" And he slammed the door, letting England sit in shame. Dang it, England thought, I was so sure it had worked.
There's the third chapter. Don't worry people, England will eventually succeed. The next chapter will be Japan's revenge. Until next time!-Alex