Bartender: Excuse me, is he okay?
America: He always get's like this when he starts drinking.
England: You don't know me! I'm the United Bloody Kingdom and I can hold my locker better than you any day!
America: Dude, calm down!
England: Shut up! I felt bad about the way old Frog-Face was treating you, so I saved your a**. I thought maybe we could be friends and bond over out mutual hatred for France, but Uh-uh! [Now yelling and crying] You didn't want to be friends with me! You just wanted to tell me to tell you what to do and you didn't know what to do anyway! I think that's total b*****ks!
*next day*
England: [hiding under blanket and shaking ] Why won't the light just shut up? I swear I'm never going to drink again! Someone please kill me!
America: Dude can party!
France: Quel connard (What a jerk)...
Yeah, I did that from memory. It's probably messed up.