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    "I'm aware, Italy's driving is life-threathening." He suddered at the thought of Italy sitting behond the steering weel.


    (No seriously, Italians are superb dangerous while driving, was once in a Italian taxi...do it never again, brr)

    Neddy, everyone thinks you're crazy now. I'm a voice in your head.
    Luiza stared at him, then Spain joined in as well for a second. He then sped out the driveway.

    (Oops, I didn't catch that :p)


    "Ehhehe, I was thinking and I said it out loud.", he rubbed the back of his neck, embrassed. '[i]oh God, this was embrassing. That the hell, a voice in my head?[i]'

    'shut it, will you? I won't say them out loud anymore, sheez and don't call me Neddy! It's Netherlands! Wait, why am I talking to you?'

    Fine, Netherlands.
    You are so rude.
    It's because you should lsten to me.
    I mean you're in a car being driven by Spainairds.
    Do you WANT to die?

    '.....What should I say to them? That I want to take the train? That's ru- Oh MIJN GOD!'
    "SPAIN! dO YOU WANT US TO GET KILLED?" Spain had narrowly avoided a truck on the other side of the road. "Don't do that!"

    YES. THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT YOU SAY.
    IT'S NOT RUDE IF THEY GIVE YOU A FU'CKING CHOICE, YOU IDIOT!


    Spain looked at Netherlands with a grin, "What? They should watch where they are going." He then sped up the convertible even more.

    But we are already in the car, even if it's life threathening.


    "YES BUT YOU WERE RIDING LIKE AMERICA DOES IN ENGLAND! YOU IDIOOT! Drive some more carefull before something happens." Netherland was holding his seat with white knucles.

    If you value living, jump out the damn thing!!!


    "Nah. That's what the truck driver was doing, not me." Spain said with a shrug. "If you wanted careful, why didn't you just ask?"
    By that, Spain's definition of careful just made his driving worse.

    'How the hell can I jump out of a DRIVING car! Are you suicidable or something?'


    "Luiza, say something about yout brother's driving! I will get a heart attack here or something if he keeps driving like that!"

    Luiza ad been listening to some music the whole time, and she pulled out an earbud, "mi hermano's driving? It's fine! Stop whinnig!" Luiza said casually.


    No, that's YOU for getting yourself in this mess to begin with! Find a bush or something!

    'The hell! YOU ARE ME YOU FOOL! AND THIS CAR DOESN'T HAVE AN OPEN ROOF!'


    "Are we there yet?" Netherlands looked almost green.

    "five mintues, give or take," Luiza replied.


    IF ONLY I WAS THE ONE TO BE IN CONTROL OF THE MUSCLES, YOUR SORRY ASS WOULD BE OUT OF HERE.
    AND THE ROOF IS OPEN! LOOK UP!

    ''Ugh! WE ARE ALMOST THERE! QUIT WINNING FOR GOD'S SAKE! YOU'RE GIVING ME A HEADACHE!


    Spain pulled in a parking lot. The moment the car stopped, Netherlands got out as fast as he could, ran to the bushes nearby and heaved out his magre breakfast. When he was done he suddered. "I am NEVER going to do that again. NEVER!!"

    I HAVE TO DEAL WITH YOUR BULLSH-IT ALL THE TIME, SO DON'T WHINE TO ME ABOUT A HEADACHE!!!


    Luiza sighd, "Honestly I don't get his problem."
    Spain nodded, "Just don't bring it up."