Hi again! I wasn't going to put up another chapter for this but I changed my mind. I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia
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A Dear John, For England: Part Two- Bikini Underwear
That moment scarred America for many years… It happened in an instant, his innocence- gone. He never saw Britain the same way again. The day that changed the course of his life, was the day he found bikini underwear in Britain's drawers.
The day that Britain left America alone for a while was the day that young America decided to go exploring around the huge house. Kid America discovered many things like a lame book by some guy named John Locke- something about natural rights and a super-cool pop drink called coca-cola, along with a recipe for enormous burgers along with ice cream and smores. Never had America felt so alive with the sugar rush and grease of junk food.
"I wonder why my big brother didn't show any of this to me! This stuff rocks! Although it's weird that he hid that book really well, what am I gonna do with that? I already have a hard time reading. But this food is way better than that funky fish and chips," he said aloud still munching on everything as unhealthy as possible.
After some time of stuffing his face, he laid himself on the floor in a daze. He then held a belching contest with himself, he won.
"I wonder what other things Mr. Britain is hiding in the house," America asked himself as he got up and started walking around the endless hallways. He continued walking until he finally found himself in front of England's door, shut as usual.
"Mr. Britain never lets me in his room… But he's not here to tell me no! Ha-ha!" he busted the door open and landed ninja style. He looked around to see everything bland and boring from the bedding to the furniture. America began walking around and noticed Britain's wooden drawers were opened. But one in particular caught his eye as it appeared to have something sticking out.
"I wonder what that is," he said as he walked over to the object. He picked up the clothe and stretched it wide with both his hands. It was tiny and it seemed similar his underwear, except it looked like it would expose more than his boxer.
"I don't know why, but this looks very wrong. This looks like something that girls wear. Oh no," America's eyes widen with terror. "Don't tell me that… that… that Mr. Britain is actually… a Mrs. Britain?!"
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"And that's how I found out that you were a woman! Man did that explain a lot. Ha-ha!" America laughed.
England just looked at him, not knowing what to say at America's absolute stupidity. "America, you have proven to me the many absolute levels of stupidity in your mind that it scares me. I mean it, it truly terrifies me. But this is where I question myself in how the hell did I lose a war to a dumbass like you?"