England has entered upon an operation to get America dead drunk and get information out of him.

America: "Well this is fun, you don't normally ask me out for drinks."

England: "I figured it was high time we got together and tore up a pint again."

However, several hours later..

England: Drunk as hell, resting his head on the bar counter while holding a half cup of whiskey with ice. " Ugh...hic am I catholic or protestant...god..hic I don't know.."

Bartender: "Excuse me, is he okay?"

America: "He always gets like this when he starts drinking."

England: Slurring his speech, voice cracking. "You don't know me, He pats on his chest. "Hic, I'm the United bloody kingdom and I can handle my liquor better than you in a day."

America: "Dude, calm down!"

England: Tears well up in England's eyes, points at America. "Shut up, I felt bad the way they were treating you so I saved your hic ass and thought maybe we could be friends and bond but oh, you wanna be friends with me, just wanted to tell you..." His speech continues unintelligibly.