The American Dream: oneshots

Sleepover

Day 15: Pajamas

"I cannot believe I agreed to this. How did I ever let you drag me into this?" America said as she poured the last mug of hot chocolate. Today was one of the most frustrating day of her life: a sleepover with her three best friends, her two childhood friends, and her two rivals. She could be doing something else instead of doing this! Especially not in her tank top and sleep shorts.

"Sorry, Meri-chan. But UN has been on my back on all the fights from the past week or so. I said I have something planned and he said I had to do it now. Or else he would tell my okāsan about my secret box." Japan sheepishly said.

"I told you putting it in your office was a stupid idea."

"Well if I didn't, okāsan would have found it!" America rolled her eyes underneath her sunglasses before setting the pot in the sink and grabbing the tray full of mugs. She shot Japan a glare before heading to the living room. Her living room. She just wanted to scream.

China was laying on the couch while Mexico was lecturing him. Philippines and Spain were trying to stop them and South Korea was reading her magazines. Japan joined in on the China yelling train, only making the noise louder. Russia was nowhere to be found. Didn't he show up earlier?

Oh, fuck it.

"I have hot chocolate for everyone. So shut the fuck up!" America yelled, louder than anyone in the room. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked over at her. An aura engulfed her and they knew better. One by one, they each took a mug until there were only two mugs left. This gave America time to noticed what they were each wearing.

China was so obviously going to wear silk at a sleepover. Such a fancy dick he is. On the opposite end, Philippines wore an oversized shirt that was long enough to be a dress. She looked so adorable in it.

Mexico and Spain wore the most simple pajamas: tank tops and flannel pants. They always have preferred simple. Not like Japan and South Korea. Both girls wore the most complicated onesies. There were no words to describe it.

"Great. You guys happy now?"

"Oh, ha ha ha. You're hilarious. But can't you blame us? We don't usually get along. This won't change anything." China said.

"Whatever. Where's the Russian?" The moment after she said that, an arm reached from behind her and grabbed one of the mugs. Guess Russia was here after all. But what she didn't understand was why everyone was blushing? What was happening? America turned around and almost wished she did it faster. All she saw was a shirtless Russia. A ripped shirtless Russia.

"Oh...my...Pangea. How..." Russia looked down at her before patting her shoulder. He walked over to the couch, sat down, and said in the most monotone voice.

"Do we watch a movie?" Okay, this might not be too bad.

Word count: 506 words

I hope you guys enjoyed it!

Rainy