America sat cheerfully on a bar stool in England's kitchen, slightly kicking his legs back and forth while biting into his second hamburger of the day. America was staying at England's house for the weekend because there was yet another meeting with the Allies and it was in a new location. He found it very awkward to be back at England's house after such a long time, but nothing could really dampen this hero's spirits when he had such a tasty burger in his hands. His eyebrows twitched suddenly, and realized that there was no ketchup in his burger. He reached into the paper McDonald's bag, but couldn't find a single small package. America sighed and placed his burger down on a napkin and began to search England's cupboards. Eventually America gave up, and climbed up the stairs to the second story to find England.
He reached England's room and didn't even bother knocking on the door, and just waltzed in. England wasn't there, however, but was in the bathroom connected to his room. America could here the faint sound of a shower. He decided not to bother England with his missing ketchup problems and left to go back to the kitchen, when a small box caught his eye. It was slightly sticking out from underneath England's canopy bed. He recognized it from his childhood. Without thinking, America pulled the box further out from the bed and curiosity took over. He froze when he lifted the lid, and small shock written on his face. The box was full of old papers and drawings that he had done when he was little, but on top of everything was a pair of tiny, shrunken shorts. The memories from that event suddenly came back to him, and after a long moment, he slowly placed the lid back on. He remembered how uncomfortable the shorts were, but most of all, he remembered England's reaction. Being how young he was at the time, America was clueless, but now that he was older and was remembering….
England's face tinted pink. His hands slightly quivering. One of those hands touching his bare thigh….America shivered. He remembered how England had gone into a sudden panic when America begged to go out to the store with him dressed like that. He remembered England's eyes never leaving him….A deep blush appeared on America's face. "Oh God…" He mumbled. He couldn't get the mental image of England's excited, blushing face out of his head. America heard the shower water turn off and he quickly pushed the box back under the bed and rose to his feet. England appeared from the bathroom door, wearing a white fluffy bathrobe and wiping his damp hair with a towel. He flinched when he saw America across the room. "America?" England asked. "Ketchup," America stated. "Huh?" England replied. "Where's…your ketchup at?" America managed to say. England smiled at America's typical behavior. America blushed even deeper. "Its in the refrigerator, in the very back. Its probably hidden behind other things," England answered. "Thank you very much," America said quickly and formally and turned to leave the room. England blinked a few times, confused at America's out-of-character formality. He shrugged it off and walked past his bed to his drawer, not even noticing the box under his bed that was pushed further back than where he had left it.