[ON HIATUS] The Orphanage of the Unfortunate and Unwanted (Countryhumans AU)

Chapter VIII: Dino Undies and a Smart Dude

America's POV:

I woke up lying on top of Russia. I had to admit that he was a good cushion, though.
I am SO proud of myself for giving Russia a new nickname that annoyed him. Ruski is such a cute name!

Okay, I'm being a weirdo.

Anyway, I shuffled myself off the Russia mountain and went to the toilet. Mmm, disinfectant smells SO good.

Stop it, America. Try to stop being weird.
Please, America, your brain can't handle it.
AMERICA!

Ah! I can't stop thinking disinfectant smells good! HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

"Whoever's in there, please hurry! I am BUSTING FOR THE LOO!" 

Oops. Poland might pee on his pants soon.

I flushed the toilet and ran out of the bathroom, hearing Poland laughing and calling out my name.

Wait what?

"America! AMERICA, WAIT-"

"What!?" I yelled, suspicion rising in me.

"Your pants are still down, haven't you noticed?" Poland said, biting his lip.

I looked down and realised that I could see my undies! My DINO undies! My STEGOSAURUS undies!

I heard Russia dying of laughter in the background, and Indonesia talking about how it was so childish of me to forget to pull my pants back up after peeing.
Oh, I will show him what is childish!

"Stop laughing at me!" I whined, while Canada yelled at everyone, which only caused everyone to laugh harder, leading to me blushing hard in embarrassment.

"What's all this commotion?" My head perked up and I saw Germany standing at the doorway of his room.

"Oh, we just saw America with his pants down, that's all," Malaysia replied, one of the few people who didn't care about the situation.

Germany frowned and said, "Come on, guys. We all wear undies unless you don't have any or are too lazy to wear any."

Everyone went silent, some people sighing in annoyance.

Seriously, there are kids in this room who are older than Germany and are way less mature than him. Why are the kids in the orphanage ridiculous?

"Anyway, I've got a person or two coming over today, so you should change your clothes and all that," with that, he walked off to do who knows what.

Okay, get out of my PJs. Sure.

"Do we go into the bathroom one by one or..." Poland said uncomfortably.

"Ask Germany - he might know," Belgium replied, eyeing her older brother, who was changing his clothes in the corner of the living room.

Poland went to ask Germany, but came back saying, "He's not there."

"Okay, that's it!" I yelled. "Whoever this dude is, I'm showing him my pyjamas!"

"You do realise that they are barely pyjamas, right? All they are really is just a t-shirt and a pair of pants," Russia pointed out, which was NOT necessary.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry that I didn't realise that some of you aren't comfortable with changing in front of each other what was I thinking!?" Germany ran into the room with his grandfather trailing behind him. "You can change in the bathrooms; we've got four. There might be some queues, though."

I've got to admit, that's a lot of bathrooms for two people.

Blah blah blah, nobody needs to know what happened next.