England sighed and shook his head in embarrassment as America excitedly bounded down the mall walkway. They hadn't even reached their destination and England already regretted this decision.
How America gotten this idea in the first place? Oh, yeah, he had listened to England tell stories of his pirate days, and America had asked him out of the blue if he had ear piercings while he was a pirate. England, although confused and annoyed by his question, answered honestly and told him that yes, he had once had piercings. He told him that he had double piercings in both ears and always wore golden studs and hoops. It was upon this that America built his foundation for his new obsession with ear piercings.
"Hey, England! I've decided that I want to get my ears pierced!" he told him eagerly.
England sighed. "And where the hell did you get that idea from?"
"From you, of course! You said that you had piercings when you were a pirate, and now I want some too!"
England sighed again and shook his head. "It sounds stupid but you can do whatever you want."
America started jumping up and down and began waving his arms around. "No! No, you have to come too, England!"
England knit his eyebrows together. "And why would I do that? You're a grown man, surely you can manage to get them pierced by yourself."
America whined. "But I have to show you how badass I can be! Come on, England!"
England scoffed at him. "Yeah, I can come and see you cry like a bloody wanker. Fine, I'll go."
America cheered. "Yay, I knew I'd get what I wanted…" America trailed off as he walked outside, England following behind him.
"There it is!" America called out, pointing ahead of him. England followed the direction and saw that he had, indeed, found the Piercing Pagoda. America ran ahead of him and had already chosen which pair of earrings he wanted by the time England arrived. America signed the paperwork and sat down in the seat, waiting as the woman cleaned his ears and determined the angle to which they were to be positioned.
England studied his face. His face was beaming with excitement and anticipation, but there was something else lingering, too; it was fear. His blue eyes showed his fear and uncertainty as he looked at England. They seemed to plead for help.
After the woman had marked where she would pierce, she grabbed the gun and aligned it. England watched America draw in a shaky breath as she pierced his ear. "Son of a bitch!" he cursed, wincing in pain. She moved on to his other ear and repeated the process. When they left, America was complaining about how bad his ears hurt.
"America, will you give it a rest?" England grumbled. "Seriously, you're acting worse than Sealand!"
America groaned in response. "Why didn't you tell me how much it hurt, dude?"
England chuckled darkly. "Trust me, I would have told you if I knew you were going to act like this much of a baby."
America had eventually grown tired of the pain and irritation and had discarded the earrings, claiming that they weren't "his thing." England was in disbelief. "You just wasted all of that money, time, and went through all of that pain for nothing!" he cried out, shaking his head.
America just grinned. "No, England, it was for the thrill of it. That's the important thing." America's face lit up and England had a feeling that he had another bad idea. "Hey England, you have a tattoo, right?"