I applogize greatly for this. But I really didn't want to describe what they were wearing. So i drew a quick picture (it's so ugly, Oh Gosh) and you can find it here if you're actually that interested. (No one prolly cares..) : .com/gallery/?catpath=scraps#/d42qbe3 (Just copy and paste into a different tab.)

America X Japan

Of Questionable Character

Chapter 4

"Wh-where ever are you taking me now?" Japan said, being dragged out of the mall and into the parking lot. Everything was happening so fast. Japan swore that just a moment ago, he was in the checkout line, paying for the new ridiculous outfit Mr. America insisted he had to buy. Now he was in the blonde's car, with a death grip on the arm rests, shaking in fear at the speed the crazy American drove at. What had he gotten himself into? If he survived this night, he would never agree to go out on a "date" with Mr. America again. Err, not that it actually was a date. It was just...confusing.

Alfred was at a loss of words when Kiku cautiously came out from the dressing room. His shyness was really quite adorable sometimes. He stared jaw dropping slightly. After a few moments of awkward silence, he exclaimed, "That looks great Kiku! Come on!" and grabbed his hand in a mad dash to the checkout. He wouldn't allow his mind to wander while staring at the boy's rather enticing body. He also couldn't have his friend seeing his hero blush. Hero's don't blush. It just looks that way from shock sometimes.

Flying past the sales man, shouting a quick "Thanks!" behind him, he pulled the very flustered Japan into the checkout line. He wanted to get away as soon as possible, praying that Kiku wouldn't notice they had picked out his clothes from the 'girls teens' department. He felt guilty about that, but wouldn't let it show. 'I-It's not like we did it on purpose to embarrass him or anything. There weren't any men's sizes that even came close to fitting him!' he reassured himself mentally. However, he wouldn't feel guilty about making Japan sit on the counter so they could scan his clothes. (Because Alfred wouldn't let him change back into his old ones first. It took him forever to get on the ones he was now wearing!) He wouldn't feel guilty about the deep blush on the dark haired man's face as he folded his arms across his chest in a pouty sort of way, shooting daggers with his eyes at America. He wouldn't feel guilty about making him pay either, despite how the boy cringed when he saw the price. He only felt guilty for snickering so much during the whole ordeal.

"That's still a surprise, silly! You don't want me to spoil the surprise, now do you?" America said, answering Japan's nearly inaudible question. That was one thing he would always hate about the smaller man. How he mumbled quite often, making the blonde strain his ears to hear him. That's why he was always so loud. That way, everyone would hear him and he's never have to repeat himself.

It was already dark out, how it had gotten so late already Japan will never know. Why was it he lost all sense of time when with or thinking about the American? He was usually so good with that type of thing. They drove in such a frenzy, he closed his eyes trying to imagine he was somewhere else. Somewhere much calmer. It didn't help though. He couldn't concentrate and his mind kept drifting towards the attractive man next to him. He was startled when the car came to a sudden stop, and Alfred shouted, "We're here!" Japan unbuckled his seat belt that was nearly embedded into his skin and stepped out of the car. He grabbed onto the side view mirror, trying to balance himself, still very woozy from the bumpy ride.

"You okay there, Japan? You look like you're gunna be sick!" he patted the shorter man's back very roughly, not realizing his own strength once again. Japan swore silently and Alfred found his face inching towards Kiku's in an attempt to hear him. The sickly man hadn't noticed at first, but when he did, he blushed lightly and jerked upright, stepping back from the American cautiously. The tall man just laughed and guided him towards a tall building with a multicolored flashing lights glowing from the inside through the windows. Loud music could be heard before the building was even in sight. Japan racked his brain, but could not think of what this place was.

"Where the Hell are we?" he asked, while once again being pulled through the crowd of people in line waiting to get in the building. America pushed and shoved anyone in his way, determined to get to the front. "I-Is all this really necessary? You're being rude!" he called out to the blonde, but he either didn't hear over the roar of the crowd and music, or didn't care. Japan didn't even have tome to apologize to anyone, which ticked him off a great deal. "Alfred!" he shouted before bumping into said man causing him to stagger back some. But America never lost his tight grip on Kiku's hand, which he thought was going to be ripped off if the blonde pulled it any harder.

America wore a sly grin as he exchanged a few words with the very large men seemingly guarding the doors. Japan could not understand one bit of it, but knew he was being cocky again. And they were probably going to get thrown out of wherever they were before they got in. But to his amazement, the brawny men grimaced and opened the door to let them in. He was immediately pulled in by America before being able to wonder what he could have said to those bouncers. Wait. Bouncers?

"I'll ask you one more time. Where are we?" he demanded, then had his jaw drop at his surroundings. There was an enormous amount of people here, dancing, drinking, and certain actions that made Kiku blush deeply as he knew some things he's never un-see. People were dressed so shamelessly, many covered in glow in the dark neon paint and God only knows what else. Glow sticks were unbelievably abundant. His jaw dropped, and he barely heard America shout, "You still can't tell? Haven't you ever been to a rave before?"