[ Here is where I could insert some tragic imagery about America breathing in the ashes of charred human beings during wartime, but the thought is simply too depressing for his current state of mind, no matter how much Tatsumi would probably appreciate hearing about his trauma. Plus it's Hetalia and this is a night dedicated to silliness.

Instead he takes another swig and grins cheekily. ]

I'm approximating! I'm guessing it's something like atomic ash mixed with syphilis. But I thought "it tastes like we're drinking syphilis" just didn't have the same sorta ring to it.

[ it's like a mouthful of Nevada. ]