randomsushi | Twelve Days of Christmas

Oooh, so close to actually being posted on day eight too.

On the eighth day of Christmas, Santa Finland gave to me, the rest of the G8.
America: Did someone order a BIG DAMN HERO?
Germany: What the hell is going on here?!

Seven extra England's.
England: Oooh, this flying lark's a bit tricky when you've had a few.
England: Yarr!
England: I never realised before how incredibly gorgeous I am.
England: Yup, I'm a sight for sore eyes, all right.
England: YARRR!
England: LONDON CALLING TO THE FARAWAY TOWNS!
England: What the fuck is in my tea?

Six Chinese fireworks.
Hong Kong: Shit, am I on fire?
China: Yeah, a little. You uh, might wanna drop and roll in the snow.

Fiiiiiiive Olympic riiiiiiings!
Greece: I just wanna hug them all.

Four Scandinavians.
Sweden: S'm'n ' w'n t'l m'?
Finland: Um, I didn't quite catch that.
Denmark: Gimmee an A! Gimmee an E! Gimmee an I! Gimmee an O! Gimmee a U! Then give 'em all to Sweden!
Sweden: Gjhhl;uig.
Finland: That was a keyboard smash.
Iceland: I think perhaps we should stay out of this and pretend to dance.
Norway: Best idea I've heard all week.

Prussia: Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
France: Maybe, but I'm not sure I have enough whipped cream.
Prussia: OK, you're disgusting. I was actually thinking lots more alcohol is needed here.
France: But nudity is good too, right Spain?
Spain: There's two pirate England's in the room. It's kind of losing it's charm.

South Italy: OK, you really need to drink some water. Lots of water. And put some clothes on.
North Italy: But I want to dance.
South Italy: You can't dance naked!
North Italy: Wanna bet?
South Italy: Nooooooooo!