To understand what's going on in this Drabble, you may want to read Dreamzreader 's Drabble, 'No, That's Not What I Meant (short)', in her own Drabble book, All Around the World (Hetalian Drabbles). This is sort of a continuation.
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It was a hot summer day in MetroDetroit, hitting around 88 degrees Fahrenheit, with humidity throwing on a few extra degrees. Fortunately, Shelby knew exactly what to do in this heat.

"Let's go to the beach!" Shelby suggested to both Alfred and their guests that were visiting. These guests happened to be Poland and Dreamz, along with her country companions, Germany, Prussia, Australia, and New Zealand (although the brunette made an effort to ignore Jett and Cooper's existence).

"The beach?" Alfred's face lit up. "That sounds freaking epic dude!"

Poland babied the idea for a few moments, "Yeah, I could use a major tan sesh."

Ludwig's eyes narrowed slightly. "We weren't exactly prepared for a trip outside coming here."

"Awww, don't be such a party pooper, West! Beach days are sehr fun!" Prussia laughed, throwing his arm around his younger brother.

"Don't worry, bros, you can burrow some of my trunks!" Alfred offered.

"It's a'ight, mate, I brought my own!" Jett flashed a dazzling smile.

New Zealand raised a brow, "You knew we were gonna swim?"

"Nah, but any self-respecting Aussie bring a suit just in case!" Australia exclaimed. Shelby rolled her eyes.

Dreamz crossed her arms over her chest. "I guess I'm not a real Australian, then."

"Don't sweat it, Dreamz. I have an extra suit, and plenty of t-shirts and soccer shorts if your not feeling it." Shelby explained. Dreamz shoulders seemed to relax slightly at the mention of t-shirts and shorts.

"Alright, chop chop everyone. We want to get a decent spot, like, before it gets too crowded." Feliks pointed out.

Alfred left to gather some suits for the other countries, while Shelby passed a few clothing articles to Dreamz and got her into the bathroom to change before any of the boys had a chance to cut in front of her. Shelby herself chose to wear a tankini, opting that it would be uncomfortable for everyone if she wore her bikini.

As she struggled to tie the neck of her swimsuit, a knock sounded on her door. She opened it, expecting it to be Dreamz or Poland, only to reveal Prussia, who wore a wide grin on his ghost-pale face. He wore a simple pair of black swim trunks, and nothing else, save for his iron cross necklace.

The American's eyebrows furrowed. "Could you maybe put on a shirt? We're not at the water-"

"Do not be silly, there is no need to cover up my awesome chest." Gilbert laughed, before bending over slightly so he was eye-level with the brunette. "I was wondering if you have a pair of thongs around my size? I would like be to wearing some to the beach."

Shelby's eyes widened, her face flushing slightly. "Excuse me?"

"I did not stutter, silly girl. Do you have thongs, or no?" Prussia pressed, raising a brow.

Shelby's entire face began turning red as she turned slowly, going to her drawer and opening it. "I don't know if any are your size... But here." She took a couple of the small articles of clothing out, laying them down on the bed for the country to pick from.

Prussia's eyes widened, a flustered light glinting in them as his face began to compete with Shelby's flushed complexion. "What are you doing?" He demanded, taking a slight step backwards.

"You said you wanted to burrow my thongs!" Shelby explained, holding a gray one with pink lace. "So don't act like I'm being weird!"

"BUT DREAMZ SAID THAT'S NOT WHAT THONG MEANS!" Prussia's face looked like he was in a boiling sauna.

"YES IT IS! EITHER TAKE ONE OR NOT!" Shelby snapped back.

Alfred peered around Prussia, a brow raised. "Yo, dudes, what's with all the fighting?" His eyes widened when he saw what Shelby was holding, before they narrowed. "Why are you showing that to Prussia?"

"H-he said he wanted to borrow some!" Shelby stuttered, shaking slightly in embarrassment.

Alfred glared at Gilbert, his fist clenched. "Is this a sick freaking joke?" His voice was harsh, quite the contrast of his usual tone, making both Shelby and Prussia flinch.

Ludwig, who came out from Alfred's room, wedged himself between his brother and America. "Stop. There is no need to start bickering like two school girls." He stated.

"HE'S TRYING TO BURROW SHELBY'S UNDERWEAR!" Alfred shouted, and from somewhere in the house, Feliks bursted into a fit of laughter.

"I DID NOT ASK FOR THIS!" Prussia shrieked.

"Whoa, mates, let's all calm down." Jett stated, a knowing smile on his face as he approached the group. He turned to Prussia, raising a bushy brow. "Gil, did Dreamz tell ya what thongs means?"

Prussia nodded. "Yes, they are scandals."

Jett laid her arm over the paler country's shoulder, smirking with a devilish look. "Mate, thong means scandals to Australians. You can't except an American to understand what that means. To them, thongs are underwear."

Dreamz, who had finished changing in the bathroom, emerged into the hallway, his face red from laughing. "Gilbert, did you seriously ask Shelby for thongs?"

"I can't even believe Shelbs even owns those." Jett laughed.

"Shut up, Jett!" Shelby glared, crossing her arms over her chest.