-Lame excuse for them changing in a locker room is lame, you have been warned.-
America and England were changing in a locker room because it was one of those top secret meetings where they weren't allowed to leave the building and there was very little privacy. But England didn't think it was such a bad thing as he got to sneak looks at America while he changed. It was while England was checking America out that he noticed a tattoo on the younger nations ass.
"America, is that a hammer and sickle tattoo on your ass?" He blurted.
"Uuuhhh… no?" America said meekly, trying to dress quicker.
"Why do you have that? I am going to kill Russia-"
"Oh, don't worry England," Russia suddenly chimed in, appearing out of nowhere. "I have 'U.S.A.' tattooed on my thigh if it makes you feel better."
"W-what?" England asked horrified.
"Oh God…" America just muttered and let his face fall into his hands, trying to hide from the scene.
"Oh yes," Russia began. "At first we used a knife but it just healed up and didn't even leave a scar. And the next time we tried he wouldn't let me use a brand on him even though I let him use one on me-"
"That is because I am a trained professional and you don't know how to use one right!" America interrupted.
"-But then we used ink and it stuck."
"I- I think I'm going to be sick!" England gasped as he just grabbed what was left of his clothes and ran off.
"I am so embarrassed." America said from behind his hands.
"Don't be, solnyshko." Russia murmured lovingly as he threw an arm around the smaller nation's shoulders. "He just doesn't understand."
"I guess, I just hope nobody else heard…" America mumbled as the two nations remained completely oblivious to a horrified and half dressed Canada who had been right next to them the whole time.