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Despite how everyone always saw him as innocent and callow, canada had always been kind of a pervert.
He'd never admit it, or at least he didn't want to seem like one, but there's no denying that he kinda was one. Canada was into a lot of kinda crazy shit and if anything even made him slightly aroused he would get a hard on
When he started going through puberty he got hard very frequently, and over time even just someone with a mildly attractive face could make his blood flow downwards
Luckily he rarely had to be without thick pants and his coat or a sweater, so he was pretty covered if someone even noticed him in the first place.
His little problem was hardly a pressing issue outside of just being kinda uncomfortable.
What was a pressing issue was Russias fat ass pressing canada down into his seat. It was pretty usual for someone to not see him in a chair and sit down or move the chair around.
It was also usual for him to get a hard on from someone sitting on him despite it usually just being uncomfortable and not really hot, and he was usually able to squirm out from under them.
That was not the case with Russia. Despite canada reaching somewhat close to Russia's exceedingly tall stature Russia was quite a bit bulkier than him, with more muscle and a lot more fat to boot.
Canada said quite a few "excuse me"s and "hey Russia!"s but as per usual no one heard him and there was no way he was gonna be able to squirm away.
He was definitely hard which was a fact he was begrudgingly used to. He was praying that Russia didn't feel it but as Russia readjusted his weight and moved forward to lean on the table it was hard not to squirm under the extra friction.
He really felt like a creep, he hated making people uncomfortable and Russia didn't deserve to be accidentally pseudo sexually assaulted, despite being the one who sat on canada and caused it.
He kinda wished Russia would just crush him to death so he didn't have to deal with this situation anymore
Not like anyone would miss him!
Canada quickly tried to brush off the morbid but true thought, albeit in favor of more self deprecating ones
Canada just tried to zone out, there was really no point in listening to the meeting which had already descended into madness, his brother Alfred at the scene of the crime of course.
He really didn't want to pay attention to anything that was actively happening to him but it was difficult with Russia causing just enough friction to make his boner worse but not enough to at all relive it.
God he felt so gross
He prayed the meeting would end soon
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Canada got pulled from his thoughts as America clapped and, in the loudest tone possible, said "alright dudes! Meetings over! Don't forget, party at my place tomorrow! See you later bros!"
Canada breathed a sigh of relief, he was ready to exit the personal hell he was being subjected to.
Russia slowly got up from his chair and turned around to face Canada. With a disconcerting smile Russia spoke "you make a very good chair, Canada"
What
Canada froze, a heavy blush warming his face. He stammered not knowing what to say or think
Russia put on a happier and thusly scarrier smile and said something even more embarrassing "seems you enjoyed it aswell, da?" obviously alluding to his boner
The only sound canada could produce was a high pitched "eeehhhhhhhh????" his face hot and sweat beading on his forehead
Canada finally forced himself to speak and mumbled "ohmymaple I'm so sorry!! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to I didn't want to I'm sorry Mr Russia! And you even remembered my name! I'm sorry!"
As canada finally stopped his anxiety and embarrassment death ramble Russia simply said."don't worry, is fine... Your face is very funny when you are embarrassed"
Russia produced the cutest expression one can while being extremely intimidating and walked off.
Canada sat stunned in the chair before quickly springing up and leaving the room as quick as he possibly could and rushing to the bathroom.
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Canada sat in a stall and briefly contemplated the situation.
Russia actually remembered his name
Russia had to have purposefully sat on him, or at least didn't move even after noticing him
He noticed his boner and didn't get up or at least noticed after getting up and didn't care
He thought his face was 'funny' when he was embarrassed
Canada couldn't help but worry that Russia was going to murder him or put him in a sex dungeon or something
He was always thinking and expecting the worst but he was just so confused that he didn't even know what to be paranoid about first
Oh... It's still here
Usually his unwanted boners would go away within a few minutes especially if he got distracted or upset but this one was lingering
He wasn't the type of guy to just casually jerk off in a public bathroom but it was better than having to deal with it any longer and might at least relive some stress
God he felt so weird and gross
Not like that feeling was very new