"One more please." I said to the waiter.
Being with Germany meant that I could get as much booze as I want. We've been friends since we were about two years old, and we've really bonded since then.
The waiter brought another beer to the table.
"Vatch yourself there. Don't get drunk. Ve all know how you get vhen you're drunk." Germany chuckled.
"Don't worry, I've only had four bottles." I replied.
"Only four. Right."
The last drink went down my throat so fast that you could snap your fingers and I'd already be done. Also, since when did Germany get blue hair.
"Germany?" I murmured, "Your face looks funny."
"I think I'm gonna have te bring ya home."
He brought me home and laid me down in my bed.
"Germany. Lay down with me. I like to look at the stars."
"But your roof is solid brick. Vhat do you mean stars?" He replied.
"C'mere." I said.
He leaned towards my face, and I grabbed his neck.
"I love you, Germany." I said and pecked his lips.
"You're too drunk." He replied and kissed me back, "but I love you too."