"I look like a fucking boss!" America cried as he put on a pair of badass sunglasses. He was wearing an spy outift. And he did look like a fucking boss.
Japan put on a wavy purple wig. "Beautiful," Japan murmured as he looked in a mirror. He was wearing a purple sailor outfit. He was indeed beautiful.
"What the fuck," England said angrily as he looked in the mirror. He was wearing a pink dress that went all the way down to his feet. A curly pink wig rested on his head. And to top it all off, there was a unicorn horn on his head.
"Dude, you look like that pink pony thing from that shitty show you watch!" America laughed.
"You mean Pinkie Pie, and Pinkie Pie isn't unicorn. Get your bloody facts right!" England retorted angrily.
"Igirisu-san, I think you look pretty. Let's go now or we'll be late." Japan said.
America and England nodded and followed Japan out of the room. They arrived in front of a room. Japan knocked three times on the door.
"Welcome to my salad party. Make yourself at home," muttered a person dressed in a cloak. Everyone in the room wore cloaks and were eating salad.
"HEY!" Japan shouted angrily. "YOU TOLD ME IT WAS A RAMEN-WITH-DRESSING-UP PARTY! FUCKING RIDICULOUS! I WILL NOT TOLERATE THIS SHIT! YOU LYING BASTARD! AIYAH! KIDS ARE SUCH FUCKING LIARS THESE DAYS! DISHONOR ON FUCKING YOU, DISHONOR ON YOUR FUCKING COW! COME ON AMERIKA-SAN AND IGIRISU-SAN! I APOLOGIZE FOR SHOUTING!"
Japan apologized a hundred times to America and England and they went back to Japan's house for some tea.
The end.