[{Hetalia Crack~}]

You had one job, America~

America and France just talking

America: Hey, Francey pants~!

Fance: Don't call me that monime!
What?

America: Nothing just going to take Britain out for a drink~

Fance: OH GOD AMERICA. WHAT EVER YOU DO DO NOT MAKE HIM DRUNK!!!!

America: What, Why?

France: JUST DON'T.

America: Okay, what ever you say, brah~

~Le time skips to America and England meeting~

America: Hey, Britan Dude~! What's up, bro?

England: Hello. (Ready to get your ass drunk tonight?)

America: What was that?

England: Nothing! Nothing!

~Time skips again~

England: A-Am I a Catholic....God...I just don't know anymore...

America: Dude are you-

England: NO I AM THE UNITED BLOODY KINGDOM AND YOU DON'T KNOW ME I CAN DRINK A BOTTLE OF LIQUER THAN YOU ANYDAY, DAMMIT!!!

Guy that serves them beer: Uh...is he okay?

America: Yeah he's always like this.
(Shittttt....France is going to kill me...)

~Later that night~

America: sleeping

England: still drunk ALLLLFREDD....I love you~♡♡ Your so....haaaandsssoomme~

~Oh god....what have I done!? Now Iggy confessing his love for America drunk!! (That's a good thing....)~

America: Still sleeps

England: I lllooooveee youuuu~~~~

~OKAY! THAT'S IT I'M DONE I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE!!! NO USUK LEMON TODAY. NOPE NO WAY NO HOW. SORRY.~

-Next day-

France: You had one job, America. One job.

America: Yeah....I knooww...he said he loves me like....in the romantic way.

England: Oooh god....just make the light shut up!! Just kill me now...