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100 Themes- Drunk!EnglandxReader- Energy

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"I SWEAR TO DRUNK I'M NOT GOD!" The drunken Englishmen screamed at the bar. You sighed, leaning your chin in your hand as you watched how badly your best friend could not hold hid liquor.
"England..." You mumbled. The personified country looked at you. "We need to get you home."
"Pfft! You are such a bore _______!" England cried. "I-I can hold my locker so don't act like I can't, you bloody git! Hahahahaha!" You chuckled at how bad he was. When he was drunk, he was always so full of energy, but it was still annoying that you had to drive him home and spend the night with his rambles. But hey, what are friends for? You continued for another twenty minutes to get England to leave the bar, but he refused each and every time. Finally, you smirked to yourself.
"Hey England! I jsut sa Flying Mint Bunny!" Immediatly, England spun around, falling out of his chair, and you bursted out laughing. He stood up ,gripping your hand for support.
"Where love, where?!" The drunkman asked.
"Out there! He's waiting outside the bar!"
"Well then don't baffoon like a sit you beautiful woman you, let's FOLLOW HIM!" BLushing at the comment, you followed England out the door. "W-where is him?" The man asked, stumbling foward. You tried not to laugh as hard as you wanted to.
"He went this way! Hurry!" You cried. England followed your finger, and began to walk. You sighed, knowing it would be awhile unitl you got the drunk ball of energy home and in bed. But still, he was your friend. And as his friend, you whipped out the camera phone you had in your pocket and recording the torturous videos you'd use to blackmail him for the next twenty something years.
Here's another 100 Themes. Alittle bit more funny, about England when he's drunk. This is how I would get him to leave the bar. XD

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*next day*
Me: Hey Arthur, want a Scotch egg?
Arthur: NO!! NO MORE ALCOHOL!! *runs out of room*
Me: Scotch eggs aren't make with Scotch nor are they Scottish. Why is a Scotch egg a Scotch egg? Why is anything, anything? *ponders the meaning of everything*

And this children is why you don't drink. Or else I ponder the meaning of the meaning of life. Now THAT is philosophy. What now biyatches? I'm smarter than you. *does really stupid dance*