After Hungary had came back from turning up the heat full blast slowly some nations noticed the sudden immense heat and relieved themselves of a few articles of clothing such as ties, suit jackets etc., while surprisingly America only took off his tie and left his big military bomber jacket on.

In fact beside the few countries who were used to the heat America was the most fully clothed though it did look like he was sweating a little. "America-san how are you not feering this heat? Why do you stirr wear your jacket?" Japan asked switching the topic of conversation from some new anime to why the blonde hadn't taken off his jacket yet. America looked genuinely surprised by the sudden questioning but quickly recovered and smiled sadly at his Japanese friend.

"Japan, this jacket is very special to me and I value it very much. Also I was cowboy remember? The heat doesn't bother me as much as the average person." America explained sounding like it hurt to even talk about the old jacket he had worn for so many years. Everyone had always been a little curious about who gave America the jacket and what made it so precious. America wore the jacket like a second skin and growled whenever someone (nation or human) tried to make a grab for it.

Also they may have forgot to take into account that America was a cowboy and spent most of the 17th century taming horses, riding horses and exploring the new frontier. In the damn heat. Well since America didn't even so much as remove one piece of clothing it was clear that their plan to use heat had failed. Ah well, there were always the easy methods.
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France let out a sigh of satisfaction as he watched nations discard close because of the heat and removed his own cap--oh my bad I meant cloak. This was only the first attempt and France was already having fun as he fanned himself with the bet money. He may have left out a little detail concerning what happens to the money if no one gets America shirtless by the end of week all the money became his by default.

Guess they should've read the fine print.

And you know what the cherry on top was, dear readers? Oh I don't know maybe the fact that America hadn't taken anything at all. Ok so maybe he loosened his tie a little bit but he normally did that so it couldn't even be classified as progress. In other words, France was living the dream. Eventually the heat became too much for everyone and the meeting was declared over so that everyone could go cool down. Another plan seemed to form in another nation's head as they remembered that there was a pool in the hotel.

It was almost too perfect. Romano felt a smirk creep onto his face and silently walked towards America who had just finished putting his stuff away when the Southern Italian approached him. "Oh hey Romano, what's up?" The American asked as he looked down at the older nation who mentally cursed their height difference.

"Hey bastard. You going to go to the pool later with some of the other guys?" Romano asked while trying to look like he didn't care if the American said yes or not. America shook his head and grinned down at the Italian. "Nah dude, pools really aren't my thing so I'm gonna go get some ice cream with Mattie and Aussie. Thanks for the offer though." America said as Australia and Canada came into view grinning ear to ear when they saw the Italian.

"Ready to go, Al?" Canada asked proceeding to sling an arm around his Southern neighbor's shoulder while Australia stood by the side holding a boomer rang that looked like it had been sharpened to a point. Romano was honestly worried if that boomer rang could kill someone. Ah well better them than him I guess. "Hell yeah! It was nice talking to you Italy, see you around." Romano froze both inside and out when he heard the blonde call him Italy.

Someone finally called him Italy for the first time since he was personified and it was this big American fool of a nation that Romano had more than one time thought about punching in the face was the one was called him that. Romano blamed his heart racing on the anger that America didn't say yes to his invite. Yeah that has to be it. There was no other explanation for it (or at least one that he was willing to believe).

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