Sooooooooooo this was written at, like, 3am and I therefore cannot be held responsible for the plot bunny that hit me in the face at that time. THANK YOU FOR ALL THE REVIEWS AND FAVOURATIES I REALLY APPRECIATE IT!

IMPORTANT: If you think Scotland, Wales and Ireland look different then I'm sorry this disagrees with your headcanon. Please don't kill me.

Why aren't you ginger?

SUMMARY: America has solved one of life's mysteries

America understood more than what people believed he did. He understood a lot about Science for a start. Protons and neutrons, monomers and polymers, acids and alkalis, space, adaptions in animals, biology, chemistry, physics.

See? Lots of things.

But what America did not understand was England's hair. It was, in America's opinion, an enigma. One that he needed to figure out immediately.

He'd never noticed it before, he wasn't old enough to remember England's brother when he first met them but now that he had he saw that England really was the black sheep of Europe or whatever it was that France called him.

Scotland had auburn hair, Wales had hair that looked red once the sun hit it and Northern Ireland was ginger. Bright ginger. Every one of England's brothers was a red-head. Hell, even Republic of Ireland was a light shade of ginger.

But England was blonde. Not just blonde, but a bright shade of blonde. Like, almost yellow blonde, not just blonde like his own shade of blonde, but yellow blonde.

So after months of complaining to Canada and thinking of way to discover the truth, America caught England while he was alone. It was time for an interrogatio- interview! Yes...interview. He was going to interview England NOT interrogate him. HAHAHAHAHA. Interrogating your friends is bad!

Moving on, America sat down on the edge of the same bench England was sitting on as he ate some fish and chips. Trying not to look like a stalker, America slowly scooted over towards the unsuspecting Brit.

Who may or may not have given him a funny look.

America coughed into his hand looking at England who continued eating his lunch. Completely ignoring the 'hero'. Rude. "Hey Iggy?"

England scowled at the fish on his fork as if it had misquoted Shakespeare, "yes, America?" He sighed before shoving the fish into his mouth.

"Your brothers and sister...they're all ginger or auburn or whatever..." America purposely trailed off and looked innocently at the older nation.

"Well Wales is more brunette than anything but I guess you could say that, your point is?" England asked wanting to get whatever America had on his mind out of the way so he could resume eating his fish and chips in peace.

"Well, my point is," he paused, smiling at England. "My point is: why are you the only one who is blonde?"

England's eyes widened comically as he choked on a chip that he had just started to chew. He entered a coughing fit and his back nearly broke from the force of the hard slaps that America was giving him to help. Once the coughing subsided England looked at America like a deer caught in head lights. "They take after our mother more!...Are you implying I'm not naturally blonde! Sealand's blonde! He's my brother! How do you explain that, huh?! Huh?!"

That was all the proof that America need to end his little interview, "you're ginger aren't you." He asked pulling out a notepad and pen to write his findings down. If Tumblr had taught him anything, it's that it isn't science unless you write it down.

England didn't notice this however as he was to busy looking at his fish and chips with a defeated expression "...Yes. I am." He replied quietly.

America smiled and stood up "Thanks dude! I can finally get some sleep now I've solved that mystery."

"Wait!" England called after him as he started to walk away, "you won't tell the Frog, will you?"

America just smiled again, "we'll see." He said before walking away.

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