Quotes from my history notes:

• Egypt didn't want to choose between America and the Soviet Union but then America was being a little bitch so they accepted help from Russia instead

• The Suez Canal crisis occurred because Egypt wanted to take over the canal for $$$ reasons and FrUK stepped in to stop them because their interests were threatened. 

• Canada  stepped in with this new thing called "peacekeepers" because they wanted the other mofos to chill the fuck out.

"God, Fratello, you didn't have to bring me along here." Lovino growled as he climbed into the back of the van, sitting beside Antonio in the middle seat.
"I'm not."
"What?"
"You're going on your own." Feliciano smiled and slammed the van door shut, smiling evilly as Francis locked the door.
"Hey! Lemme out you shit covered dicks! Io volontà morso tutto di tuo orecchie largo!"
"I'll give you a tomato if you stay." Antonio bribed.
Lovino didn't say anything but crossed his arms.
They drove up to the main house where Matthew and Arthur waited out front. Francis stopped the vehicle and Gilbert quickly hopped out of the back, lifting Matthew into his arms and spinning him around. The two shared a kiss, Francis whistling enthusiastically.
"Don't encourage him." Arthur sighed, climbing into the passenger side after throwing his bag in the trunk thingy.
Gilbert climbed into the van, Matthew still cradled close, and sat the two of them down in the back.
"Matthieu, I 'ave extra pills in zhe cup 'older in case you forgot yours." Francis said, looking at his cousin through the rear view mirror.
"Merci. I actually did forget..." Matthew giggled to himself out of embarrassment, taking the little orange pill bottle out of the cup holder and dropping two white pellets onto his hand.
"Mutti! Mattie's doing acid!" Gilbert whined.
"Shut up. They're sleeping pills." Matthew lowered his voice so only Gil could hear. "I have panic attacks if I'm in a car too long."
"Oh. Because of...zhat?"
"Yeah."
"You wanna sleep on mein lap?"
"Yes please." Matthew popped the two pills into his mouth and swallowed them raw...I mean dry.
He rested his head right over Gil's penis and closed his eyes. "Nighty night."
"Sleep vell."
After Matthew fell asleep, Francis got the van going again.
"You know 'e drools right?" The Frenchman teased Gilbert.
"Francis, Mattie doesn't have to drool to get me wet."
"What the fuck?" Lovino coughed. "You have a penis."
"A very good one at zhat."
"Shut up."
"O shit!" Antonio jumped into action. "It's him!"
"Who? What are you talking about, bastardo?"
"It's dat boi! O shit whaddup!!!"
"Mutti! Antonio's on acid!"
"If anybody in zhis car is on acid I will beat zhem wizh a stale baguette."
"I may or may not have watched a Beatles video this morning if that counts." Arthur raised his hand in a very British way.
"Arzhur! You are such an old man!"
"Screw off!"
"I'd razher jerk off."
"Not around me, sweetheart."
"C'mon, guys. It's not like jou haven't done vorse at zhe last party ve had."
"You KNEW?!!!!!???!?!???!!?"
"That sure is an excessive amount of punctuation."
"Who said that?"
Nobody answered, it was if the voice had receded back into the heavens or sunk into hell. Most likely the latter.
"Whatever. I'm going to take a nap. Wake me when the tomatoes are here." Lovino rolled his head back but Antonio pulled it down onto his shoulder. Surprisingly, the Italian didn't object.
"Buenas noches, Lovi. Buenas noches."

This is to make up for not posting yesterday. I was working on cosplay stuff and lost track of time. Sorry mother fuckeletts.