Something really short I wrote ages ago when it occurred to me that, what with the mass consumer culture dominant in the states, America would probably adopt the traits of his people, and his house would end up filled with some really weird junk. As always, I don't own these characters.


Japan often wondered about the wisdom of visiting America's house, despite the thousands of times he had done it to date and come out relatively unharmed. I wasn't because America was a bad host, although he sometimes was when he was caught up in a new invention, or a game, or when he found something shiny on the floor. But it was America, so he expected little else. In the centuries he'd known the other nation, he'd barely changed.

The reason that he wondered about visiting America was his basement. And storage room. And probably all of the rooms in America's house. And possibly his other houses. You see, America was a consumerist nation. It's not that Japan didn't understand it, seeing as he sort of was too, but America was THE consumerist nation. He had hundreds, no, THOUSANDS of useless things lying around his house. Boxes upon boxes of things that he may never use. Like the box of tampons hanging from the coatrack. And the- tampons?

"America-san?" Japan doubted America had heard him, but then, he was fairly quiet.

He repeated himself. "America-san?"

"Yea, What is it?" A burger hanging out of his mouth, America peeked out from his dining room.

"Why is there a box of…feminine hygeine products on your coat rack?" Japan made a weak gesture towards the offending item and America's eyes brightened… Slightly worryingly.

"Oh those! Well, I was at the grocery store, you know, that big one two blocks away, and they were having a huge sale! So I grabbed as many as I could, 'cuz you never know when you might need them and they were a total steal! I saved so much money!"

"…"