randomsushi | Twelve Days of Christmas

Whew, this is getting slightly out of hand now! Chaos and swearing and nudity under the cut. Which isn't anything new, but there's even more of it than usual today.

On the seventh day of Christmas, Santa Finland gave to me, seven extra England's.
Finland: What? No I didn't!
England: Yar!
England: Fuck off!
England: Wankers!
England: Anyone for tea?
England: Tell me your wishes. I'll shove 'em up your arse.
England: YARR!
England: GOD SAVE THE QUEEN!

Six Chinese fireworks.
China: Be careful.
Hong Kong: I've lit fireworks before, you know.
China: I'm just saying.

Hong Kong: ...I meant to do that too.

Fiiiiiiive Olympic riiiiiiings!
Greece: I like every kind of cat!

Four Scandinavians.
Norway: Oh wow, that's a lot of Englands.
Iceland: My cod stocks!
Sweden: T' f'ks g'n n?
Denmark: Speak words, Sweden. They contain vowels.
Sweden: ...n's flyin'.
Denmark: Eh, I suppose Y's almost a vowel.
Finland: I'm doomed.

Three Bad Touch friends.
Spain: My Armada! My Romano! This is the worst day ever.
France: Maybe. Or maybe it's the best day ever.
Prussia: Either way, it's gonna be AWESOME.
Spain: Why do I hang out with you two again?

Two Italian twins.
North Italy: Hey, everyone's taking their clothes off. What a great idea!
South Italy: No.
North Italy: You should do it too!
South Italy: I said no.
North Italy: Did I tell you I love you?
South Italy: Several times. Put your clothes back on.
North Italy: Everything is wonderful!
South Italy: Fucking mushrooms. Not magic, he says. Bullshit!