Bartender: Excuse me, is he okay? America: He always get's like this when he starts drinking. England: آپ don't know me! I'm the United Bloody Kingdom and I can hold my locker better than آپ 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 دوستوں and bond over out mutual hatred for France, but Uh-uh! [Now yelling and crying] آپ didn't want to be دوستوں with me! آپ just wanted to tell me to tell آپ what to do and آپ 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.