America charges into England's house unannounced, just as England is stepping out of the shower or waking up, revealing that...
England Wears Boxers Printed With the Union Jack
America pounded on England's door, ignoring the fact that it was 2:00 am and any sane person was asleep. He just stood there abusing England's door until it swung open revealing an angry and, more importantly, shirtless nation. "What the bloody hell do you want, America?"
"I missed you!" America bounded into England's house, which was no longer covered in saran wrap. America and France had broken in a while ago and removed it all. "Wait a second... Are you wearing American flag boxers?"
"Why yes. Yes I am. These are my favorite pair, actually."
"Aw, Iggy!" America pulled England into a tight hug. "I knew you cared about me!"
England wriggled out of the tight grip "That's not why I wear these."
"What? What other reason could you possibly have?"
"Are you sure you want to know?" asked England with a dangerous smile.
"Sure I do!"
"Well, America, I wear American flag boxers for a very special reason. I wear these boxers so that every time I sit down, it's like I'm crushing you under my ass." America just stared for a bit before turning on his heel and heading for the door. "Where are you going?"
"To get some Union Jack boxers!"
Isn't it much more interesting this way?