Eight Mortal Secrets [Hetalia Drabbles] (Completed, to be Edited)

Mini Drabble XVII: The Bathroom Incident

Alfred did nothing in moderation. Nothing. Which meant that, when he was thirsty, he didn't just take a swig of water every-so-often. No, instead, the blonde country downed three large cokes and at least two plastic water bottles, as well as stealing one of Shelby's pomegranate and blueberry waters.

This was not smart, because what goes in, must come out. Meaning?

The dude had to pee.

BAD.

Unfortunately, Shelby was occupying the bathroom. She got up to brush her teeth and wash her face, but she had been in there for about 15 minutes, which was an abnormal amount time for said activities. America left it alone, figuring she was actually using the bathroom as well, a latrine, and didn't want to call her out and embarrass her. However, time crawled past, and Alfred was starting to break sweat. His bladder was starting to burn, and he was convinced that if he didn't keep a hand on his junk, he might piss himself.

With slow, careful steps, he made his way to the bathroom and knocked on the door. "Yo, Shelbs, you in there dude?" He asked in a slightly higher pitched voice than usual.

"Uh, yeah, you can come in if you want." Her voice said from the other side. America raised an eyebrow in confusion, and curiosity made him temporally forget about his bladder issue as he grabbed the unlocked door knob and opened it, peering inside.

At first, the bathroom appeared empty, but when he glanced behind the door, he saw Shelby sitting up against the wall, her phone in her face, her expression completely indifferent to his arrival.

"Sup bud?" She inquired, not moving her eyes from the screen.

"Dude, are you freaking kidding me?" Alfred snapped. Shelby glanced up in confusion, raising a thin brow.

"Bro, don't talk to me like that."

"I'VE BEEN WAITING SO FREAKING LONG TO PEE, SHELBY!" He shouted, his cheek flaring a rosy red in frustration.

"Okay, you were perfectly capable of getting up and coming here earlier." She stated simply, not budging from her spot.

"I thought you were using the bathroom!" He hissed.

"Nah, I was gonna wash my face, but after I brushed my teeth... I don't know, I just sat down and went on my phone. I've actually been doing this for a while." She explained.

"Well, get out so I can pee." Alfred seethed, his brows furrowed in anger.

"Alright, alright, don't get all pissy," she giggled as she stood, "get it? Pissy? Ya know, 'cause you might piss your-"

"I get it." The blonde huffed, pushing his way into the bathroom.

Shelby laughed, glancing at him before she closed the door. "Stop grabbing your junk, Alfie, you're 19. Not 5." She snickered, having to get one last teasing comment in, before she shut the door, not giving him a chance to retort.