America's a...Chick?

ch 2

America's PoV:

I went upstairs to look through England's closet. There probably wouldn't be much that was my style, but there had to be something in there that fit a little better than what I was wearing.

After a few minutes of searching, I found something that Iggy had worn during his punk days. It was a shirt with the Union jack on it, with dark sleeves. the bottom was jagged, and it left my midriff bare. I paired it with a pair of ripped jeans and a leater belt. If this outfit didn't grab his attention, I doubted anything would.

 I walked to the living room. I couldn't wait to see Iggy's reaction to this outfit!

'I'm ready to go!" I said. He glanced up. His eyes widened.

"I, um, I didn't know I still had that outfit." He said. blushing brightly. I fell a little. That wasn't the reaction I'd been hoping for. I tried not to show my disapppointment as we got in the car. I talked to him about random stuff on our way to the mall.(AN: IDK if malls are called something else in England, so I'm just calling it a mall.) I hoped he didn't notice how nervous I was.

England's PoV:

America seemed a little... off during the drive to the mall. She was still obnoxiously loud, but it wasn't like her usual loudness. It was more like she was afraid of there being no conversation. I sighed.

This wasn't going to be easy, keeping her out of trouble. Not like she didn't get into trouble when she was still a boy, but there was something about being an attractive young lady that atrracted the wrong sort of people...

'Oh, she'll be fine! She's retained her inhuman strength, she can just fight off anyone who tries to mess with her! Why the bloody hell am I so uneasy about all of this?' I thought as we walked through the mall. We'd already been to a couple of stores, and she'd brought almost everything she needed...except underwear.

"I absolutely refuse to go in there!" I shouted. America rolled her eyes.

"And you think I do? I don't like this anymore than you do! But I kinda need these things since I'm a chick now! Can you please just come with me so I don't freak out or anything? Please?" She asked. I sighed. Damn those puppy eyes.

"Fine."

~One hour of searching for the right sized bra and underwear later~

"So. Much. Lace! Did they all have to be so lacy?!" I said, slightly exasperated.

"It was Victoria's Secret. I'm pretty sure it's some kinda rule that there has to be lace on every item." She replied, slightly less exasperated.

"Let's get something to eat and go back to my place." I said. I was tired and didn't really feel like cooking. Actually, I never really felt like cooking. After the last of my colonies gained their indepedence, I just didn't really feel like putting much effort into cooking. I could cook, but I just didn't have the motivation to anymore...

"Sure, that sounds like a good idea." She said smiling brightly.

'Maybe, with her around, I might just cook something for us.' I thought silently. 'Maybe.'

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Heh. Iggy in Vicky's Secrets. THAT had to be interesting.

Anyways, short chapter is very short. Sowwy.

Soooooo, I'm gonna be like all over the place the next few days, so I probably won't be able to get on Wattpad at all. BUT to make up for that, I will try to make the next chapter really long!

HAST LA PASTA, BABY!