A/N: The seventies. We're in the SEVENTIES for reviews! And they're all amazing, as usual! That's, like—

Poland: *pops in* "—totally fabulous?"

Me: "I was going to say 'totally awesome', but that works too!"

Poland: "Great! Now can someone, like, tell me how exactly I got here? Since I was totally out shopping with Liet before this . . ."

*sweatdrop*

Also, we're officially in the twenties when it comes to chapters, and the thirties for both follows and favorites. You're amazing! Random note, though—this is Chapter 21, and at the time I'm typing up this A/N, there are 34 favorites, 35 followers, and 73 reviews. So if you take the "1" in the ones place of "Chapter 21", the "2" in the tens place of "Chapter 21", the "3" in the ones place of "73 reviews", the "4" in "34 favorites", the "5" in "35 followers", add the "3"s in the tens places of "34 favorites" and "35 followers" to make "6", and take the "7" in the tens place of "73 reviews", you get "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7". ^J^

So, this chapter fulfills the requests of InsideMyBrain and GuardianGirl24. It also *spoiler* briefly shows Monaco and Macau tag-teaming it—you can thank Guest reviewer Phyllis for suggesting for them to interact! Notes are at the bottom. I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia: Axis Powers.

America's Clothes Shopping: Requested by InsideMyBrain and GuardianGirl24

"Tim Hortons," Canada stated as he and his brother walked through the supermarket.

"Starbucks," America countered.

"Tim Hortons," he repeated.

"Yeah, but consider this, bro—Starbucks," said America, emphasizing the syllables. "It's so awesome, it's the largest coffeehouse chain in the world!"

"But that doesn't mean it's the best," Canada replied. "A lot of people prefer Tim Hortons over Starbucks, you know. Tim Hortons is so awesome, it takes more than a mere two syllables to begin to describe its awesomeness! See? Tim Hor-tons."

"Oh yeah? Try this—Star-bu-cks."

"That's not how you pronounce syllables!" Canada protested. "Besides, can you order a double-double at your place?"

". . . Dude, are you talking about burgers?" America wondered, thinking about the menu at In-N-Out Burger.

"The subject is coffee!" he exclaimed in exasperation. "Besides, Tim Hortons has been around longer than Starbucks, you know."

"So, are you saying you're outdated?" America asked. While his brother gasped in indignation, he added, "Plus, aren't you the world's largest per-capita market for Starbucks, bro? Not that I'm far behind or anything, of course!"

There was a pause as Canada considered this.

Finally, it was Kumajiro who broke the silence. "Who're you?"

"I'm Canada, and even if I have a lot of Starbucks at my place, I still have way more Tim Hortons there, anyway—and it tastes a lot better than your stuff, too!"

". . . Wait, didn't Burger King and Tim Hortons have a merger in 2014 or something?" America pointed out. When Canada didn't respond immediately, he took it as a confirmation and grinned, "See? I come out on top after all!"

"I top you geographically!" said Canada; America laughed as his brother crossed his arms defensively. "And you're just going by the numbers, not by opinions, so it doesn't really count, anyway."

"Quantitative data, dude!" his brother flashed him a thumbs-up. Canada facepalmed.

". . . Let's just go get my bunny hug," he sighed. America stopped in his tracks.

"Sorry, say that again, bro?" America asked, dabbing at his eyes. "For a second there, I could've sworn you just said 'bunny hug'. Anyway, would you like a sweater, dude? This one has a sunflower on it, if you're interested."

"No, I want a new bunny hug," Canada repeated stoically, "and if it has to have a pattern on it, I'd pick a maple leaf."

"Uh, dude, I don't think people would appreciate you putting swear words on your clothes," said America.

"What do you mean, 'swear words'?" Canada asked.

Before America could reply, a familiar voice greeted, "Hello, friend!"

Canada turned around very slowly to see Russia looming behind him. He sweatdropped. "M-maple leaf . . . oh, I see what you're saying now."

"I heard you were talking about sunflowers. You're looking for clothes, da?" the tall nation smiled. "So I thought I would help. Maybe you would like to try my Magic Metal Pipe of Pain, America?"

"How thoughtful of you, Russia!" America grinned, but Canada couldn't help feeling that something was off. "I'll be sure to hook it up to the sewage system, thanks!"

"Oh, well I suppose I'll be keeping it if you won't wear it, comrade," Russia assured him, tucking his pipe away safely. "After all, we wouldn't want you spilling any oil over it, da?"

"No worries," America laughed—okay, now it was really getting creepy . . . "It's a good thing I discovered how to clean those spills with hair, isn't it?"

"Da, now that you mention it, comrade, you could use a trim . . ."

Sweatdropping at the matching dark auras that had appeared around Russia and his brother, Canada interrupted, "Um, weren't we shopping for a bunny hug?"

"Why hug a rabbit when you can hug a Baltic?" asked Russia, gesturing at the Nervous Trembling Trio standing off to the side. His dark aura reappearing, he added, "And be sure to squeeze as tightly as you can, da? That way, they're more fun to stretch later on."

". . . No thanks," said Canada, eyeing the other nation warily. "And no, I want to buy a bunny hug."

"Oh, I get you, bro!" America nodded eagerly. Grabbing a notepad from wherever—well, at least it wasn't a map this time—he clicked a pen and asked, "Okay, it's not a martini, but hey, it's your choice, man. So, exactly how wasted are—"

"I'm not talking about the cocktail!" Canada exclaimed.

Russia contemplated asking America about whether or not he knew any cocktails that involved vodka, but decided against it—he preferred vodka straight from the bottle, anyway. Humming lightly to himself, he glanced to the side only to catch sight of a vaguely familiar boot disappearing into the next aisle. Hmm, now who could that be?

Someone tapped him on the shoulder.

"Uh, Mr. Russia?" Latvia said tentatively. "Your dinner is ready. Would you like to have it now?"

He thought for a moment. Well, he was rather hungry . . . "Da."

"You must be craving some ragtime then, huh?" said America, stowing away his pen and notepad, not noticing Russia leaving with the Baltics. "I could've sworn you'd be more of a 'grizzly bear' kind of guy, but then again, I didn't think you were into dancing to ragtime, anyway—"

"It's not a dance, either!" Canada said, rather distressed. "You know what? I'll just finish the shopping on my own, eh?"

"Aw, but—"

"On my own," Canada stood firm, cutting off his brother's protests. "Now come on, Kumapickle."

America sighed as his brother strode off into the clothing section. Then someone snatched his arm and, without warning, the nation was yanked into a nearby aisle. "What the . . . ?"

He found himself facing Monaco and Macau in the middle of a canned food aisle and immediately facepalmed. Smiling, Macau said, "Hello, America. I believe it is about time for us to collect our winnings from the bet we made with you earlier . . ."

Notes on this Chapter:

GuardianGirl24 requested an argument between Canada and America about Tim Hortons versus Starbucks. The argument might've been longer if I could find more qualitative/categorical data relating to Tim Hortons. I did find this pie chart relating to opinions on Starbucks, though—the majority was positive, but 11% of the pie chart was labeled "Evil Corp." Sigh. So, I'm pretty sure that Tim Hortons might win against Starbucks when it comes to quality versus quantity.

America: "What? Against Starbucks? No way! Come on, dudes, let's start mass-pro—"

Britain: "We don't need another Depression, you git!"

America: "Don't worry, I'll drink it all!"

Britain: ". . . That's exactly why I should bloody worry!"

InsideMyBrain requested a) bunny hugs and b) Russia and Magic Metal Pipe of Pain! (That sounds like it could be the title of a movie!)

"Bunny Hug": Canadian slang for "hoodie". It sounds so fuzzy! On a semi-related note, child America is sometimes shown with a bunny, which is said to be a pun on "usagi", which means "rabbit" in Japanese. Also, relating to young America, I read on Wiki somewhere that Episode 11 of Hetalia: The World Twinkle (Season 6) will adapt the story "Davie" from the original webcomic, which is a . . . pretty sad story. It's kind of like the ones in Hetalia: Beautiful World (Season 5) in which France interacts with humans. I haven't actually seen Season 6 yet, but I'll probably get it once the whole season's out. Hopefully, it'll be on iTunes . . .

. . . And that just got way off-track. But yes, "Davie" is pretty sad . . .

"Bunny Hug": It's also a cocktail and a style of dancing that originated in the US.

"In-N-Out Burger": Described as "a regional chain of fast food restaurants with locations primarily in the American Southwest" by Wikipedia.

America: "You mean it's not international?"

France: "It's a fast food restaurant chain called 'In-N-Out Burger', Amerique . . ."

"Maple": Something that Canada often says in place of swear words in Hetalia.

And now to expand upon several other things mentioned in this chapter: Russia and America? Well . . . let's just say that their interactions in this chapter are sort of based off of their conversation in the Hetalia webcomic strip "Happy Birthday!" Seriously. Also, as for the "oil spill" thing, I read somewhere that the idea to combat oil spills with human hair was proposed by some Americans, and it worked.

America: "Because I'm the Hero!"

Whatever you say! Oh, right, and there's another term I'll address . . .

"Double-Double": At Tim Hortons, it's a coffee order. At In-N-Out Burger, it's a burger. Yep.

If all goes as planned, the requests of Guest reviewers Daisy Cammelle and RainbowRose17 will likely be fulfilled in the next chapter, and the requests of nightwing5723 and Guest reviewer Elsa will probably be fulfilled in the chapter after that. Poland?

Poland: "Stay, like, totally fabulous! Now where are those heels I found earlier . . . ?"