USUK/UKUS One Shots

America's Glasses (Regular)

Warnings: Language, implied/referenced sexual content

Word count: 1,972

Estimated read time: 11 minutes

America ran as fast as he could into the bathroom, stumbling into his pants as he did so. He tripped on the legs of them and frantically zipped the zipper as he grabbed his toothbrush with his other hand. Some toothpaste plopped onto the counter as he sloppily squirted some onto the bristles and began scrubbing his teeth. 

With much struggling, he got the button of his dress pants fastened. Next up was his white collared shirt, which was somewhat wrinkly (he was sure to get hell for it from England later, but that was the least of his concerns), and the tie that he put in a pratt knot. Now, for his socks. The closest pair, he'd worn two days ago, but he didn't care as he tugged them on. Dirty socks were nothing next to an angry Germany. 

He could practically hear him speaking harshly in that thick accent of his, saying, "Amerika, if you are late to one more meeting, I swear to god, I will kill you." 

The western nation winced at the thought. He was a superpower, sure, and he was, of course, the hero, but Germany was scary when he was mad, and he didn't want to test his temper today, especially when their meeting was in Berlin. It was much easier to murder people when you knew the territory, which America did not, meaning his German ally had the upper hand. 

Also, Germany was the one that checked out the expensive hotel rooms all the nations were staying in, and America didn't want to pay for his suite. So, you know, punctuality was important. 

With much difficulty, he got his shoes on and tied their laces. He grabbed his suit jacket off the chair and... where were his glasses? Shit, where were his glasses? 

He had them last night, right? He and England had come back from day four of the World Conference and a night at a bar super drunk. They started kissing and... well, he wasn't sure what happened to his glasses in the heat of the moment. There were a million opportunities for them to get lost between when they came into his room and when England left to return to his own.

Technically, they weren't essential. He could see pretty well without them and they were for far-sightedness, meaning he'd still be able to see the various countries' presentations from his seat, he just wouldn't be able to take notes (not that most of his notes were about anything relevant anyway), so it was fine. He'd just have to convince Canada to let him take some pictures his. Canada always took super neat notes with a pen and highlighter. His brother was generous, there's no way he'd say no. Probably. 

Giving up on finding his glasses, America grabbed his briefcase, patted down his messy hair, and dashed out the door. As he passed the complementary breakfast in the lobby, he seized some kind of German pastry he was pretty sure he was supposed to use jam with and was out the door before anyone could blink. 

The conference hall was within walking distance (or, in America's case, running distance) of the hotel, so he traveled on foot, apologizing in German to all of Berliners that he accidently bumped into. 

Finally, the large building came into view. He scanned his ID card at the door and darted through the hallways until he accidently collided with Australia. 

The continent/country startled and whirled around, exclaiming, "Oy, watch it, dipstick, the fuck d'ya think-" He stopped when he faced America, blinking. "Oh, hey, mate. You- where're your glasses?" 

"Couldn't find them," America answered breathlessly. He gestured to the second door on the left. "Is the meeting in there?" 

Australia only nodded, which was weird because he always had something to say. America didn't notice, though, he was much too worried that he'd been tardy. He came into the meeting room breathing heavily from running, with pink cheeks and a bit of sweat on his skin. His hair was still disheveled since he hadn't dealt with it properly that morning, and his clothes were disturbed, too, from his run-in with Australia and the rushed way he put them on.