The one for me

05: Getting drunk with the others.

The next day, I woke up rather late. I yawned, and checked my watch. It was 11AM. I think I'm turning lazy! I got out of bed, before making myself breakfast, getting changed and doing the other essentials. It was then that I remembered I was going to meet with England, Scotland Wales and Northern Ireland tonight. It had been a while since I last got drunk.

I decided to walk around town looking inside of shops I liked to kill time. I stumbled across a shop that sold lovely fake flowers, so I bought some for France, for when I finally got the courage to ask her out, which should be soon, as I'm already feeling pretty confident that she will accept me. I paid for them and walked out. I continued to look around shops for a few more hours until it was time to meet with the others.

I walked into the bar to see that they were all already here. Scotland seemed to already be drunk, as he got up, almost falling off of the stool he was sat on, and came practically waddling to me. He put his arm around me. This was alot of weight on my back. "Aye, Britain! How are ye?" He said, putting me into a headlock. "I'm alright. You can free me now." I said, jokingly slapping at his arm. Scotland freed me from his iron grip. I went to join the others. They all greeted me, before we all started drinking. "How many drinks has Scotland had so far? He's already drunk." I asked, genuinely curious. England laughed, and shook her head. "This is his 15th one. I'm surprised he isn't in the hospital yet." She replied, before taking a sip of her drink. I was rather concerned about this. "I think that maybe we should prevent him from buying anymore alcohol. He will have a killer hangover in the morning." I replied, looking at Scotland in concern. "I honestly agree. At least you're not the one who has to look after him every time he has a hangover. I honestly don't know why he requests my help specifically." England replied, laughing and patting Scotland on the back, which caused him to pout.

Soon enough, we were all drunk. We were all being rather loud, laughing like a bunch of hyenas and drunkenly singing. They ended up throwing us out of the bar, so we all went home to sleep away the drunkenness.

I didn't go to bed. I watched TV. I ended up falling asleep on my sofa in the living room with no pillow or blanket. The soft lights of the TV slightly brightening the dark room. The coldness was oddly comforting, as it wasn't too cold, wasn't exactly warm, and wasn't too hot.