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“Look, see? He’s still asleep.”
“Shhh! You’ll wake him if you’re too loud.”
“I’m never too loud. If it’s one thing Italians know, it’s when not to talk. Like when we’re dead. Can’t be talking while dead. It would ruin the whole funeral. Which would be a shame, because it’s at funerals that people say the nicest things about you.”
A sigh. “Just grab his legs, okay?”
The sleeping American was hauled out of the room.
…
The first thought that America was conscious of having upon awakening was that his bed was strangely vertical that morning. The second was that he seemed to be hearing voices.
No, no, the voices were real. His ears picked out Canada’s familiar accent and the overly bubbly sound that could only belong to Italy.
“Why am I dressed like this again?” Canada was asking, his voice sounding a little bit like a whine.
“Because you said you wanted to help!” Italy replied brightly. “You need to be in character.”
America finally opened his eyes, not very surprised to find himself tied to a chair, albeit sloppily. He could probably slip his bonds quite easily. He also wasn’t that surprised to find Italy dressed in same outfit he wore earlier in Canada’s house, a large white lab coat and oversized black rimmed glasses that sat too far down his nose.
His jaw, however, dropped as soon as his gaze came upon the other blond.
Canada was dressed like a nurse. Correction: Canada was dressed like a sexy nurse. His arms were crossed in embarrassment over a tight white little halter that ended miles above his navel, the sleeves capped off with little medical crosses. The Canadian’s face was about as red as the strings up the sides of his white lycra and vinyl booty shorts.
“But why am I dressed like this?” Canada moaned.
“Because I’m dressed like a doctor, and a doctor is always accompanied by a nurse,” Italy replied, giving Canada a look over his oversized black glasses as if he were surprised that Canada didn’t get it.
“But aren’t you supposed to be a research doctor, not a medical doctor?” The outfit was probably Italy’s, as it seemed to be about a size too small for the larger boy. Canada reached one of hands down to try and adjust the leg of the short where it was digging into the flesh of his behind, but let it go with a ‘snap’, apparently unable to find a more comfortable position.
America could sympathise. His pants were feeling too tight as well.
Italy gave the Canadian an uncomprehending look, and the other boy sighed. “Can I please have my clothes back so I can get out of this? I’m cold.”
“Well, that’s probably what the leg warmers are for.”
Canada’s blush deepened to an almost maroon colour, making his eyebrows look comically white. “Those aren’t legwarmers, those are thigh-highs.”
Whoa, whoa, whoa, this outfit came with thigh-highs? America couldn’t stop the strangled moan that escaped his lips, alerting the two men to his conscious state.
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