Arthur: Ah, good morning, Matthew.
Matthew: Bonjour.
Arthur: What?
Matthew: Bonjour! - it's French.
Arthur: So is eating frogs, cruelty to geese and urinating in the street, but that's no reason to inflict it on the rest of us.
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Arthur: Ah, good morning, Matthew.
Matthew: Bonjour.
Arthur: What?
Matthew: Bonjour! - it's French.
Arthur: So is eating frogs, cruelty to geese and urinating in the street, but that's no reason to inflict it on the rest of us.
America: Why is Yao on your shoulders?
Ivan: He likes to be tall
“I downed 20 happy meals , the fuck you mean I’m fat” - Aph America
Croatia:I am so lonely! *knocking on the door* Croatia:*opens the door* Herzegovina:Croatia I heard that you are lonely! Croatia:Nope. I am fine .*closes door*
Arthur: Why is Ivan crying?
Alfred: He told me the only food that would make him cry are onions.
Arthur: Okay? And?
Alfred: I threw a watermelon at him.
[cooking pasta together]
hws Germany: *holds spaghetti above pan* Is that enough for both of us?
hws Veneziano: A little bit more
hws Germany: *breaks spaghetti in half*
hws Veneziano: CHE CAZZ-- Ludo, ma tu sei pazzo 😦
hws Germany: What?
hws Veneziano: Ludo, tu-- Now I have to eat this shit pasta so short 😦
hws Germany: What do you mean?!
hws Veneziano: This is no spaghetti, my love, come on!
hws Germany: It didn't fit in the pan!
hws Veneziano: But you have to understand me dai you cannot cut the pasta so! 😦
hws Germany: It just didn't fit in the pan!?
hws Veneziano: 🤌🤌🤌🤌
hws Veneziano: You go in the pan, my love! 🤨
hws Veneziano: You cut the pasta! You know this is illegal in Italy 😔
hws America: *rolls over in bed and accidentally knees England*
hws England: Ow! You kneed me!
hws America, asleep: Hmm yeah, I do need you
hws England, tearing up: Oh, okay.
[hws Scotland with amnesia]
hws Scotland: I mean it’s alright up to the eyebrows. Then it just goes haywire. Look at my eyebrows! These are attack eyebrows. You could take bottle caps off with these. hws Wales: They are mighty eyebrows indeed. hws Scotland: They’re cross! They’re crosser than the rest of my face. They’re independently cross! They probably want to cede from the rest of my face and set up their own independent state of eyebrows- Oooh, that’s Scot, I am Scottish and I’ve gone Scottish!
hws Wales: Yes you are. You are definitely Scot. I hear it in your voice.
hws Scotland: I am Scottish! I can complain about things. I can really complain about things now!
hws Wales: What devilry is this? hws Scotland: I don’t know. But I probably blame the English.