Rio de Janeiro, Brazil

Finally, the long-awaited Wednesday arrived. After school, Enzo and Vini returned to the Europa Sisters' home to put all their make-up back on. They got there at four o'clock in the afternoon, in the dead heat; the girls were waiting anxiously to put the make-up back on the two goofballs. The doormen at the sisters' condominium soon allowed the duo to pass through. In a funny way, the two were already familiar to everyone there. Well, back to the dinner, Enzo and Vini knocked on the sisters' door. Italy greeted them, kissing Enzo on the cheek and hugging Vini in a friendly way. Unlike Russia, who didn't want to be inconspicuous, she kissed him in a way that left Enzo wide-eyed, not that it was the first time ever. Sadly, the cordialities, kisses and hugs again would be minor if you think of the problems that night would bring. To begin with, the occasion called for a more formal, classic and luxurious dress. Something that Vini, at first, seemed to misunderstand.

- I like that outfit - Vini suggested, innocently. - I was thinking I could wear it again.

- Of course not. - Italy denied it.

- What do you mean, not?

- We don't re-use dresses, Vini.

- Do you guys have a dress for every day of the year? How does it work?

- Vini, honey, we have other better options for you.

- But I liked that dress so much. It's very comfortable... - Vini paused. - There.

- That’s the way the cookie crumbles. - Italy said.

- Vini, you moron, they said women don't repeat dresses, so don't repeat the fucking dress!

Enzo was being reasonable. What a weird moment in history we have reached.

- Are you excited about dinner with Mrs. Pacifier?

- No. - Enzo was sincere. - I'm just very nervous.

- Enzo is a wimp. - said Russia.

- I can't believe that everyone believed that you two were women, including Pacifier's mother. - Belgium was incredulous. - They must be blind!

- There's all kinds of things there, dear. - said Enzo. - Blind, rich, ugly, oxygenated blondes, short, brunettes. They ain't welcome poor women.

- What a helpful piece of information, Enzo. - Said Vini.

- You should see it, the club is enormous. - Enzo continued. - That place has all kinds of entertainment.

- It must be very expensive. - Italy commented. - That's why Pacifier's mother is able to pay for it. With drug money.

- They've always been rich, silly. - Russia replied.

While they were arguing, they could hear a thumping noise, which cut short their conversation. Thanks to his tubercular ear, Vini had an idea of the reason for the noise, but didn't want to say so as not to cause an embarrassment. But as it turned out, it wasn't even necessary.

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- It is probably the slutty Albania and her noisy new boyfriend. - Italy complained, getting up from the bed. - Do you have to scream to get laid?

Still, could be worse.

- Punch the wall. - Belgium suggests. - Maybe they'll stop.

Newton says that every action has an equal and opposite reaction. For that one singular case, an angry sister named after an Eastern European country walking furiously into the room of her three other sisters named also after other Western European countries. In a bizarre way, Enzo and Vini could witness World War III happening before their eyes.

- What the fuck, Italy? - complained Albania, hitting the door. - Why are you hitting the fucking wall?

- Because you are a tramp! - Russia replied, upset. - Which is not really a problem for some people. But you are being even worse. A noisy bitch!

- Fuck off, Russia! I'm not the only one who fucks in this house.

- But you are the only screaming one, though. - Russia replied.

- You know, geopolitically, Russia can annihilate Albania. - Vini said.

Enzo made a doubtful face upon hearing that comment.

- What the fuck are you talking about, Jirafales?

Fortunately, Albania has returned to her room to... Finish the job, let's say. The boyfriend, though, ended up losing strength in the second half and the substitutions had no effect.

After another awkward afternoon of sex, world wars, horny boyfriends, heels and long dresses, Vini and Enzo, or once again, Sarah and Diane, were ready to go. Unfortunately, thanks to Vini's cowardice, they would have to go to Copacabana, at rush hour, since their characters were living in the neighborhood. It would be over an hour in traffic back to Barra, all thanks to Vini.

At exactly six o'clock, a beautiful Bentley parked on the street to pick up Vini and Enzo. They had never before seen a Bentley in Brazil, this was one car they would only see in movies. Even so, the traffic could ruin the experience. But as it turned out, it didn't ruin it one bit.

- Diane, that car is what we call a "License to Kill." - Enzo began to make his empty speeches. - Look, I understand, killing is wrong, yada, yada. But this car is totally acceptable to commit a criminal act. What would be our chance to be in or even drive such a machine? I would definitely kill for a Bentley. I would even kill you for a Bentley. I would kill the driver for a Bentley.

- Thank you, ladies. - He replied.

- You're welcome. Coming back... - Enzo didn't stop here. - A Bentley is a wonder of nature. It's just like.... A hummingbird making love, it's not rude, it's delicate, reverent, glorifying, soft.

- What the fuck are you on, Sarah? Are you smoking old crack?

Unfortunately, all the love in Enzo's heart came to a sad end, after some long minutes stopped in the traffic of Joá, a small neighborhood that is included in Barra da Tijuca.

- We are in this sick traffic because of you, you imbecile!

- Will you stop complaining! Damn it! What a living hell.

- Hell is walking two meters every two minutes! Everybody knows that this shit gets like this after 6pm. Except idiot Vini.

- Stop talking. You sound like an old woman.

Unfortunately, Enzo has not stopped talking until the end of their trip to hell.