America sings Katy Perry's "teenage dream" while in the shower.

England P.O.V.

That blasted Yankee... Late again, as usual. And now I was sent to check on him. Why did I have to do it, why not Canada?

As I walked up the steps to America's house, I took the spare key out from the plant on his porch.

I didn't let on that I was actually worried about him. He's always late, but he's never missed a meeting completely before... He better be okay.

"America? Are you home?" I called out. I heard a slight noise coming from his room and decided to go see. "America?"

"Let's go all the way tonight! No regrets, just love. We can dance until we die... You and I will be young forever!" I paused outside his bedroom door as I heard him say that. Who was with him? When did he get a girlfriend? What girl in her right mind would date him?

"You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream! The way you turn me on, I can't sleep! Let's run away and don't ever look back, don't ever look back!"

My hand gripped the handle tightly. He was going to run away with her and ditch his duties as a country? I will not allow this!

I slammed his door open. "America! Just what do you think-" His room was empty... I could hear the shower running in his bathroom, and heard the boy moving around inside.

So... he was singing...?  What the bloody hell kind of song is that?

"Imma get your heart racing in my skin-tight jeans! Be your teenage dream tonight. Let you put your hands on me in my skin-tight jeans; be your teenage dream tonight!"

I sighed and went to sit on his bed, but stopped and stared at it instead. It was made very neatly... I looked around the room as well; it was very organized, the exact opposite as I'd have thought.

"Yooouuu...! You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream! The way you turn me on, I can't sleep! Let's run away and don't ever look back, don't ever look back! No!"

"Bloody idiot..." I sighed. I decided to just stand there and listen to him singing.

It was then the water shut off, but the singing continued.

"My heart stops when you look at me. Just one touch, now baby I believe this is real."

The bathroom door opened.

I stared in shock, not knowing what to do.

America stepped out with an Captain America-themed towel wrapped around his waist. He had a toothbrush in his hand and his eyes were closed as he sang.

"So take a chance and don't ever look back, don't ever look baaaaahhh!! England!! What the hell, dude?!" America screamed as he saw me standing there, trying to cover his body with his hands and dropping the toothbrush.

I blushed and looked away. "You missed the meeting today, idiot! The others sent me to come check on you! I just got here!" It wasn't a total lie, the others did send me.

He slowly walked over to his dresser, pulling out a t-shirt and some other things. He never took his eyes off me, like he thought the second he turned his back I would attack him.

"What? Do you not believe me?" I asked, crossing my arms and looking away. "I'm not that bloody frog, if that's what you're thinking."

When he didn't answer me, I looked back to see a light blush on his cheeks.

"Bloody hell, Yankee! You were thinking I was like him?!"

"You just showed up in my room while I was in the shower! What's a guy supposed to think?!"

"I told you the others sent me and I just got here!"

"Why didn't you just call?!"

"I did! You never answered!"

He faltered at that. He slipped his shirt on as he went to his bedside table, towel still around his waist. He picked up his phone and looked at all the missed calls and texts.

"Oh... I guess I forgot to take it off mute last night."

"You think?" I placed my hands on my hips. "Why didn't you come to the World Meeting today?"

"There was a Meeting today...?" He looked at me with those big blue eyes and I couldn't help but sigh and slap my hand on my forehead.

"You really are a bloody idiot..."

A/N: Anyone ever notice how dirty this song is?? I knew the words, and used to sing it all the time as a kid... But when I looked up the lyrics to it for this, oh my gosh, it was so dirty.