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[idkmybfftony]

[AN AMERICA ENTERS THE BUILDING

And he's completely confused and disoriented, and he's not entirely sure where he is or why he's there or that unexplainable draft he feels. Though glancing down kind of reveals that he's.. kind of in a sailor's fuku.

...okay. What the hell, seriously.]Uhhh... guys? We didn't have some drinking contest or something

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[burntxscones]

[England just stares... at the general idiocy of his former colony, definitely not at the way that outfit shows off America's long legs.]

What the fuck are you wearing?

[idkmybfftony]

[He's such an attractive little cross dresser. No wonder his people have no qualms with dressing however they want! He blushes a bit, though it's more out of anger, and he glowers.]

You! This is your fault, isn't it?! I knew ya were a perv, Iggy, but there's no reason to get me caught up in your fantasies!

[burntxscones]

[America is indeed a fabulous crossdresser, and that fact causes England to blush a bit, despite the fact that America is yelling at him.]

Me?! Why the hell would I have anything to do with that? [He gestures wildly at that outfit. If this were England's fantasy, America would probably not be wearing anything at all.]

[idkmybfftony]

[Yeah, he'd be wearing the waiter outfit or something. He pouts, tugs on his skirt some. No he should not feel self conscious with England staring at him that's silly.]

...because you're a perv. [Okay, might need another excuse. He puts his hands on his hips and shifts his weight to one leg, in a feminine pose that would make Poland raise an eyebrow.] And because you, like everyone else, knows how awesome I am!

[burntxscones]

[That pose causes England to blush even more.] I'm not a pervert, you little git! It's this place! If you'll remember, it... made us both...

[Trailing off, he turns abruptly to stare at the wall. England has only been here for about a week and hasn't been able to figure out what this place is exactly. When he woke up in the hotel, America was in the same room as him. He hasn't yet figured out that this is a different America.]

[idkmybfftony]

Made us both what?

[Blame it on his short attention span. He keeps toying with his skirt because seriously? He doesn't mind wearing them. Hell, he enjoys being naked, and getting everyone else ever naked, too, so a skirt is almost there, right?]

[burntxscones]

... [He sputters a bit before finally regaining his composure and snatching America's hand to prevent him from pawing further at the skirt. It's much too distracting, and no, he is definitely not wondering whether or not America is wearing underwear under that thing.]

You know very well what. We've only been here a week; don't tell me you've forgotten already!

[idkmybfftony]

[America's eyes widen as his wrist is grabbed, and for whatever reason he blushes more, though he tries to tsun his way through it. He frowns a bit and looks up at England, returning his free hand to his hip.]

Now I know you've been drinking. I just fell asleep on the couch or something at home, that's the only explanation I have to why you're here and I'm wearing-

[Skirt isn't helping the fact that he gets these weird little drafts. He shivers a bit. How do girls wear these things? The way England keeps looking at him isn't helping.]

I want my clothes back.

[burntxscones]

[He blinks and shakes his head, trying to shrug it off and not look hurt. This has to be some kind of joke...] No, I wasn't drinking... I still haven't figured out where this place hides the booze.

I don't have your sodding clothes! They're probably in your room where you left them. [A frown creases his brow as he inclines his head toward a row of rooms down the hall.]

[idkmybfftony]

[He learned to tsun from the best, after all. America eyes him skeptically.] Are you sure?

[Arthur didn't look drunk, so he was... doubtful. But nothing else made sense. He glances down the hall and just... kind of stares.]

But I don't.. have a room.

[burntxscones]

[Well at least he learnt something.] Yes... Like I said, I haven't had anything to drink since we arrived here.

[England sighs in exasperation.] Of course you do! Honestly, I knew you were daft, Alfred, but really. Come on. [Gives his hand a tug.]

[idkmybfftony]

But I-

[And he's tugged forward, and blushes a bit more, but tugs on his skirt instead. And he'll follow, with a pout on his face.]

I'm not daft! I just don't know how I got here!

[burntxscones]

... We just... appeared here. I've not figured it out yet either. [He tightens his grip on America's hand a bit when he considers the idea that perhaps he really doesn't remember.]

Here. It's right next to mine. [When they get to the door, of the other America's room, it's locked, so England looks up at him, expecting him to be able to unlock it.]

[idkmybfftony]

[And he doesn't get it. Not at all. He pats his sides for a moment, but his dress lacks pockets anyway. Frowning, he reaches for the knob and jiggles it.]

...It's locked.

[He jiggles it again just to be sure.]

[burntxscones]

You... don't have the key? What's going on....? [England definitely isn't fretting. He gives the handle another try before sighing again.]

There's no way in hell you'll fit into my trousers, so it looks like you're stuck in that. [Not that England disapproves. His eyes keep straying to America's legs.]

[idkmybfftony]

Of course I don't have a key! I just came here!

...Are you serious?!

[If America had shame, he'd probably be a bit more embarrassed over this. Instead, he pouts more, and sighs, toying with his skirt some.]

If you're implying I'm fat, I'm not. I just wouldn't fit into your pants because you're so short! I might.. have to borrow a pair of underwear though.. this kind of feels weird.