I woke up and realized I had done this

So let's keep going shall we?

it is not the 22nd century btw, that article was apparantly for a jesus cult

its like christianity

but more cultish

so I'm just going to accept that I'm cursed now

Anyway, Texas was walking through the neighborhood havin a ball. He felt really cool, and who wouldn't? He was wearing his lucky cowboy hat his dad gave him, the bandana his papá gave him, his satchel his grampy gave him, and the fancy cowboy boots that were a bit too big. Texas loved cowboy movies, and wanted to be a cowboy himself. His dad had already taught him how to ride a horse and shoot a toy gun with the accuracy and swiftness of a gunslinger, and his papá had been teaching him guitar (the crucial denominator between a cowboy, and a hot cowboy).

Since Texas was so dead set on the cowboy lifestyle, he decided the best thing to do to start his adventure was to go to the pub. He found a place that seemed like a pub, considering the people hanging out and drinking out of those funny glasses Texas saw his dads use sometimes. He was disappointed this pub didn't have those fun swingy doors, but he made his dramatic door-slamming entrance regardless. Everyone was staring at him, because he was cool, and totally not because he was a 5 year old boy in a bar. He walked up to the bar and climbed up onto a tall barstool.

"Um... Where are your parents?" Ireland- the bartender- asked.

"At work," Texas said.

"Ok? And why are you here?" Ireland asked.

"I want a whisky," Texas said. Ireland raised an eyebrow.

"Uh-huh, I'm gonna have to see your ID," Ireland said. Texas didn't know what that was, so he took out his toy gun.

"Give me the whiskey," Texas demanded, pointing the gun at Ireland. Ireland chuckled, and grabbed a small glass. He poured some soda in it and handed it to Texas, who seemed content with this gesture.

"You're Ame's boy, aren't ya?" Ireland asked. Texas smiled and nodded. "I'll call him to pick you up," Ireland said, before walking off to the backroom. Texas was just sipping his soda, having a nice time.

"Um... why is there a little person here?" Ukraine asked.

"Don't be offensive, and I think that is literally just a toddler," Poland said.

"Still, why is he here?" Ukraine asked.

"I wanted a whiskey," Texas answered.

"....That's a cola," Poland said. Texas didn't know what that meant, so he chose to ignore it. "Who are your parents?" Poland asked.

"America and Mexico," Texas said, stealing fries off of the plate of a person next to them. The person noticed, but decided to let the kid have his fun.

"I just called his dad, don't worry," Ireland said to Ukraine and Poland, walking out of the backroom. "America will be picking you up soon," Ireland said.

"Oh, ok!" Texas exclaimed.

"Why are you here anyway? Did your father say you could?" Ukraine asked.

"He didn't say I couldn't," Texas said. Ireland gave Texas a grilled cheese sandwich and some fries as they waited for America to pick him up. When he eventually did, Texas realized by the look on his face that he was not supposed to be at the pub.

"Texas! What have we said about going out without an adult?" America exclaimed.

"That it was bad?" Texas said. America nodded, picking him up and handing Ireland some cash for the food and drink he had given Texas.

"You're coming to work with me for the rest of the day... If this happens again, you have to join me all the time, got it?" America said. Texas smiled and nodded.

"Uh-huh! Bye bar man! thank you!" Texas exclaimed as America carried him away.