I don't know what this is. Seriously. It's just some crack I thought up a couple days ago.
I don't own hetalia, and I hope you enjoy the weirdness of my mind.
Warning... Language and pervy jokes. As in like pervy jokes(If you still have some inncocence, I suggest you should go read something else). I don't know what else, just beware the warning.
America sheirked.
"HOLD ME!" He demamded of Canada, the thought of ghosts scaring him.
He could have gone on, but something distracted him. It was his voice. It seemed higher than usual.
America stared at his brother, watching the Canadian's eyes look him over.
Then, he decided to look down. He regreted that so much. "Dude, I have boobs! Oh my freaken- I don't know anymore!" he cried out.
Canada would have said something right then, but he was just as shocked. But, either way, America wouldn't have heard him anyways; he was too busy paniking.
"I don't know what to do! I'm a chick now and I think I just lost Florida..." he, now a she, trailed off. Maybe I should just check for reasons...
Just before her hand could even reach her waist, Canada stopped her. "Oh gosh! Don't check!" He grabbed his companion's hand and held it high in the air.
America wasn't pleased. Trying to pull her hand away, she argued, "How am I supposed to know if this is really happening?"
Canada let her hand go and took a step back. America's right. How will we kno-
Then, America groped herself.
Dreamily smiling, she sighed happily. "They're so soft~"
"Oh my gosh! Why would you do that?" Canada questioned, utterly disgusted.
"Well, I had to find out somehow," she reasoned. "And I think they're real." She steped towards him. "I think we need to make sure though..."
Now, Canada was disturbed. "N-No! I am not-" America slapped her hand onto his mouth.
That's when they heard footsteps clearly.
"Run!"
As they took the back door, America panted. "Sheesh! How do girls run with these!?"
"Sh-shut up and keep running!" Canada commanded.
I don't know what I was thinking...
