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World x Canako
Ukraine x Canada
Rated: T
Stacking Up
is every nation's wet dream
Okay, it didn't take Ukraine all that long to figure out that Canada couldn't handle her vodka too well.
"A-and Francis asked me a question the other day," Canada giggled, slurring her words horribly as she leaned from one side to the other, as if trying to keep her balance (which was strange because they were both sitting comfortable on some soft pillows), "Whose breasts do you think are bigger? Mine or yours?"
Ukraine immediately turned a light red at the very idea of comparing themselves and their large assets, "I-I do not think–!" Her accented English words were instantly cut off when she felt Canada's fingers clench around the edge of her overly-long dress shirt that she wore to bed.
"Oh," Canada squinted, having a hard time seeing through the haze of drunkenness and her lost glasses, "I think that," She paused, suddenly groping the other nation's 'large tracts of land', "–that maybe yours are bigger?" The North American didn't appear to hear Ukraine's squeak of embarrassment and slight arousal, "I-I have to tell France next time I see him..."
"Madeleine," Ukraine uttered softly, pressing herself more firmly against Canada's hands as she guiltily took advantage of her drunken friend at the moment, "Do not think of him right now." She pleaded softly, but firmly.
Both female nations didn't hear the low cat whistle that sounded from the open window only seconds after Canada clumsily pressed herself against Ukraine.
"Damn, that's hot!"
"...Alfred, she's your sister..."
Meh, request anyone for Canako (including any Nyotalia!)