part 90 is an Oscar Meyer wiener

[aphanon_meme]

\o/ Release the balloons, it's part 90! I can't believe we've made it this far. Why, I remember when reaching part 10 was "OMG I CAN'T BELIEVE WE'RE ON PART, Y'ALL ARE CRAZY!!" and now... well. It's even crazier. :D

Enjoy part 90, babes~ :)
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Comments

[bake_einsamcake]

Excuse me, is Süditalien around? South Italy, Romano? Your brother needs you.

OOC: http://aphanon-meme.livejournal.com/24601.html?thread=229701145#t229795609

[not_america]

... Al?

[notnotawesome]

...

Oh yeah, you're Matt, ve. This is hella confusin', ve.

[not_america]

I think I'm going to lie down.

And never get up.

Or at least until my Southern Ontario grows back...

[notnotawesome]

No, ve! You gotta help me, ve! I don't wanna be Italy, ve!

[not_america]

Better Italy than Liechten-whatever! Man, you could probably shower with Germany and he wouldn't even mind...

[notnotawesome]

Why the hell would I wanna do that, ve?!

[not_america]

... No reason.

[bake_einsamcake]

No, he's looking for Süditalien. You know, Romano.

But are you alright, Liechtenstein? I saw you asking for help for a friend earlier.

[not_america]

Mister Germany... I-I'm Canada... I'm even going out with your bro, I don't get it...

[bake_einsamcake]

You are Kanada? Are you, um... sure of that? And if you are, how in the world did you end up in Liechtenstein's body? Is she okay with that?

[not_america]

[suddenly, he understands]

[and so his soul breaks and he cups himself through his dress]

[but alas... he is... a she...]

[bake_einsamcake]

[just looks on, letting his headache wash over him]

...

...

Is there anything I can still do for you? Otherwise I would advise you to either seek out Liechtenstein and then, together, look for a specialist for such cases or...

...

I honestly don't know. Good luck.

[not_america]

[head in hands]

[j-just... head in hands]

[bake_einsamcake]

[listens to the soothing pounding behind his temples]

...

[very awkwardly pats his / her (?) shoulder]

I'm sure somebody will be able to help you.

Good luck.

[nods and leaves, intending to get smashed tonight]

/sneaks

[dammit_spain]

*looms behind you*

Americaaaa, you little fucker. Come here.