I don't own Hetalia! end/AN/
"Mol! Where are you?" America walked through the house, wearing swim trunks and a t-shirt. His nose was covered with sunscreen, a white line against his pale skin, and he held a snorkel and goggles in his hand, child-sized. He ended up in Molossia's room, picking up the Buzz Lightyear comforter and flipping it over to see Woody on the other side.
"I amn't here." Molossia peeked out from behind the curtains, hastily hiding his face once more.
America went over to the window, drawing back the curtains. Molossia's pale, buck naked butt cheeks greeted him, as the tot pressed himself against the window and covered his eyes. "Mol? Why aren't you in your swim trunks? You know what we say about going around butt naked."
"To not to," Molossia admitted, turning around and crossing his arms. He sighed, saying, "America, I can not wear the swim trunks."
"Oh? Why's that?" America asked, finding the yellow trunks on the floor in the middle of the room.
"I'm going to pee in them."
This announcement America took fairly well. "But you only wear pullups to bed now. Why are you going to pee in the swim trunks?"
Molossia let out a sigh, saying, in a babyish, exasperated tone, "I just am, America! I have to pee in swim trunks."
"Well, if you go to the bathroom before we swim, you'll probably be fine," America said, picking up the swim trunks.
"No, that means I pee more." Molossia seemed quite certain, shaking his head as he spoke. He eyed the swim trunks like they were just waiting to bite him in the butt.
America didn't dismiss the nonsensical statement, and came over to squat in front of Molossia. "Well, you can't swim naked, Mol. You're going to have to wear the trunks."
Molossia pushed the trunks away, insisting, "No, America, I will pee. I will pee so much."
"Why?" America tilted his head to the side, trying to understand the child in front of him.
Molossia sighed once more, saying, "Because they look like pee."
America boomed out laughter, startling the little micronation. "Sorry, sorry Mol… oh my god, that is so cute… Just, ha ha, just let me get you your fish ones, okay?"
"Those are clean?" Molossia seemed delighted, following America with his blindingly pale little body. He squeaked excitedly as America pulled the trunks out of the dresser; they were trunks with tropical fish covering them, with blue watery background.
America got him to step into them, and then beamed. "Now we can swim!"
"Yeah!" Molossia cheered, hefted up onto America's shoulders.
America just laughed to himself. All this fuss over swimming in a four foot wide plastic wading pool…
/AN/ I've been pretty stuck lately, so I hope you enjoy this tidbit. I just felt inspired to write more America and Little Molossia.