"Hey, Al?" You entered his room.
"What?" He said not looking at you.
"What was it like to have your hair dyed?"
"I never dyed my hair; it is a natural colour."
"Does it look and feel awesome to have your hair dyed?"
"Guess so."
"Okay." You smiled as you ran off.
'What was that about?' Allen thought to himself.
The next day~
Al was just reading a magazine, when suddenly.
"(Y/N), WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH YOUR HAIR!!!" Oliver shrieked, making Al jump a bit in surprise.
He then heard muttering but couldn't hear what they were saying, so he decided to ignore it.
Well, until Oliver yelled again.
"ALLEN F. JONES GET YOU BUTT DOWN HERE. NOW!!!"
Al gave a groan to then walk out of his room and into the living room where Oliver was.
"Mind explaining this." The cheery man was now about to explode as he pointed towards (Y/N) who looked different a bit; she/he dyed her/his hair a (F/C) type of colour.
"(Y/N) has dyed her/his hair (F/C)." Al gave out the obvious.
"Obviously." Oliver rolled his eyes. "Additionally, you have something to do with this."
"What? No. I have nothing to do with this." He objected.
"Yes you do, (Y/N) came to you and asked, 'what is it like to have dyed your hair?'"
"I didn't think she/he would actually dye her/his hair."
"And what do you know? She/He did."
"No wait, Oliver!" (Y/n) interrupted.
"What is it?"
"I just wanted to know what it was like to have changed my hair colour for once." She/He then looked down in pity. "It was my fault."
"Yeah, it was her fault," Al mumbled.
"Oi, I'm trying to save your butt, you should be grateful for that." She/he pointed at him.
"I don't need saving ninny." He smirked down at her/him as she/he just crossed her/his arms and looked away from his smirking face.
"You are both grounded," Oliver concluded.
"What did I do!" They both said simultaneously.
"(Y/N), you are grounded for a month; from dyeing your hair with asking for my permission."
Al chuckled at that.
"And Al, you're grounded for two months."
"WHAT! Why?"
"Because you hesitated to not stop your sister/brother from dyeing her/his hair, plus not even telling me about her/his doing that in the first place." And with that, he waltzes right off to the kitchen without another word, furthermore, that left her/him and Al in a surprised state.
Until Al spoke up.
"She/He didn't tell me she/he was gonna dye her/his hair in the first place!"
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Hetalia one-shots
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