Why had I done it? That night? [...] We are judged on our drunken mistakes.

~ a series of sequels ~

"Once you become one with me," he said, "you will be able to do that to England."

"The image of you kissing your grandmother... Isn't really a turn-on."

Where was I going wrong?

He picked one and gave it to Canada, who went slightly pink and kissed him on the cheek.

"Surely you must have some opinion?"

"Everything tastes better with salt!"

"Hey, we're walking here! What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

"Get back against the wall," growls Romano.

I dropped the razor in the sink

"I already know how to ride a horse, Ame- Alfred."

I don't know whose blood it is.

"If you so much as twitch I'll pull this trigger and blast you to Timbuktu."

"Wales, stop that! No! I'm going to keep my shirt on, thank you! Wales!"

"If you do that, you will surely die."

"I'm sorry, Italy, I didn't mea-"

Wales wrapped his arms around him and never wanted to let go.

He had a passion in him that I didn't know what to do with.

"AAAGH! I'M ENJOYING MYSELF! I'M ENJOYING MYSELF! AAH! YOU'RE RIGHT, THIS IS SO FUN! OH GOD! I LIKE THIS! OH G- AAAAARGH!!!"

Bullets rip through the soft flesh

"I saw him die"

I wanted him to freeze to death. That man who was already as cold as ice.