America sat on his bed, in his pajamas, above the covers. He stared at the ceiling, arms spread out around him.
Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee h. Nothing to do. I AM SO BORED.
America proceeded to look at the ceiling while poking himself in the stomach, a random song coming into his head.
Fat, Fat, Fatty-Fat! I'm not fat! Only fatties are!
America jumped off of his bed with all of his hero-might.
BOREDOM DISSOLVED. IDEA HAS STRUCK! DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNN!
Japan was walking up the street leading to America's flat in New York. He had invited Japan over to play video games and hang out for a while. Japan agreed, knowing that America would just open up a McDonald's next to his (Japan's) house if he didn't.
Japan walked up to the door and knocked, seeing that it was open a bit, so that when he knocked on it, it swung open to reveal America walking into his kitchen.
With nothing but his boxers on.
"Huh? HEY KEEKS!"
"Um... Herro, America-san." Japan replied as America ran over and hugged him. Japan instantly pushed him away, realizing that he had touched America's bare chest and blushed. America, in order to not fall over, used his rapper/hip hop moves to spin around and land on his hands, all while his -gloriously firm- ass stuck out towards Japan, which caused a small trickle of blood to fall from his nose.
"Um, I-I shourd be going!" Japan went to leave, but America caught him, and pulled him into an embrace, not letting him leave.
"Why did you come over today, dude?" Japan blushed at being pressed against America's bare chest, struggled a bit before sighing in defeat that he wouldn't escape the other nation's iron grip on him.
"You asked me to pray video games...remember?"
"Oh yeah!" America laughed. "I totally forgot! Dude, Im sorry!" America let go and rubbed the back of his head with a hand. "C'mon! Let's go play!" Japan looked down then back at America, an eyebrow raised. He looked at America's boxers and was about to criticize him for not wearing clothes, but then took in the color of America's boxers. They were made with the American flag on them. America looked down and looked back at Japan, laughing nervously and still rubbing the back of his neck.
"Um...Patriotism?"
