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That definitely had to be the best Canada felt in a long time. He just wished he didn't have to do it himself... He knew he eventually wouldn't if Prussia really did like him though. He really hoped the other did, especially since he was going to go out of his way to let Prussia stay in his house. He didn't have to do that, but he couldn't stand the thought of him having to stay somewhere else. He wanted Prussia to be comfortable and about someone that actually cared for him... Canada knew he cared for him, so he was definitely going to have to make sure he stayed with him... At least until he could get back in Germany's house or something... If that were going to happen.

Though, he thought he heard a toilet seat rattling. He figured it was his imagination as he cleaned everything off and threw the tissue into the toilet. He was just about to flush when he heard something else. There was no reason for anyone to be in here... There was no way someone had heard what he did... But the noise was coming from the stall next to him. What the hell? He knew he didn't miss someone walking in here... He definitely would have heard that! So, what was going on? He would have figured he was imaging things had he not heard several things from the stall next to him. His heart was definitely increasing in pace... He was going to have to try to calm his mind down and figure out just what the hell was going on.

As he thought about it, he realized he'd heard a moan... A moan? That wasn't his? Oh god, it had to be Prussia. He would recognize that voice anywhere. Had he heard this entire thing? Was he hiding there while he did this? Jesus, he'd heard everything hadn't he? Canada's mind was going a mile a minute and his head was spinning as he leaned against the wall, his eyes staring towards the stall right next to him. He wasn't sure how he was supposed to react to this. He couldn't believe that Prussia would do that! Had he been touching himself as well? He had to have been. There was no other reason for him to be in the stall next to him and moaning nonetheless. This wasn't good.

"Maple..." Canada stammered out, his face burning a bright color. He swallowed the sudden dryness in his throat and quickly pulled his panties back up. He smoothed his skirt back down over his thighs, glad he didn't have a rather obvious bulge protruding from the front as he made his way out of the stall. He pulled his other glove off and washed his hands frantically. He wanted to leave the bathroom and pretend this never happened. He dried his hands off and then tried to stuff his hands back in his gloves quickly. He managed to get one back on, but the other was definitely trying to fight with him. God he didn't like this. He wanted to leave his shame behind already and not have to face Prussia while they were in the bathroom. It didn't look like he was going to be able to do that though.

Dammit, why the hell did Prussia have to fall and make a noise? All those things had to have made it obvious and if Canada didn't realize it then he was deaf or practically stupid to not have realized. He was sure the blond could put two and two together and realize what that noise was and what was going on in the bathroom. The stall next to him no less... he surely heard that. This bathroom wasn't that big anyways and it had the habit of echoing loud noises too. The moan had rang out into the bathroom rather obvious in Prussia's opinion and now he was embarrassed.

Sighing, he cleaned himself off quickly before pulling his pants off. He was lucky that he didn't get it everywhere. It was very lucky for him considering he fell... okay really... everywhere meant his clothes. It was on the floor and maybe a little bit on the stall walls too. Heck, there was no getting by it, there was stuff everywhere. That was just being blunt not gross...

Prussia zipped up his pants as he stepped out of the stall, seeing Canada struggling to put his glove back on. He was rather embarrassed himself, his usual pale face a slight tint of red as he looked over to the blond. It was obvious they were both caught.

A crude comment would have been his original response to this, but it didn't come out. There was just something different about Canada and all though he thought about saying something he stopped as soon as he saw the other. Canada was just so innocent... it wouldn't have been right and it wouldn't have been right at all anyways. Prussia sighed as he looked down at the floor before walking up to the sink and washing his hands.

Then he turned back to Canada and grabbed the hand he was struggling to put his glove on, helping him the best he could and finally got it on the blond. "How about one more dance before we leave?" Then he awkwardly looked away again, "that is if you aren't mad... I'm sorry. I just couldn't walk out there like that and knew you wouldn't do it if you knew I was here."

As Canada stood there, he couldn't help but repeat the same words over and over in his head. 'This isn't happening. This isn't happening. This isn't happening. This is all just a dream. A huge, odd, disturbing, sexy dream.' His eyes were pressed shut as he thought, trying to convince himself that he didn't really just get himself off with the one person he was actually liking right now listening to him. Why would he do that? Why would he listen to him while he got rid of this problem? He didn't like this one bit.

Then there was the obvious fact that Prussia was touching himself too. Did that mean he liked this a little too much? He'd noticed that the other was hard, but he didn't think he was completely hard from the little bit of things they'd done... He was shocked by all of these things he was able to piece together without even really thinking about them. He swallowed rather hard at that thought, wondering how the hell someone like Prussia would want to do something like that. Couldn't he try to make it with someone that was much more interesting than Canada? He was surely much more noticed than Canada was... So, why would he go for someone like him and not someone that was the opposite?

Why the hell was he thinking about Prussia while he was pleasing himself? Now he definitely wasn't going to be able to look at the other country without being so embarrassed. He was wondering how badly he'd messed up with all of this. Now when he looked at Prussia all he was going to be able to think about was the other touching him when he looked at him. He was hoping he was wrong though. He didn't want to be that sex driven. He hadn't even had sex, but he knew he wanted to. If it felt that good to touch himself and just be thinking about the other... Then it would feel so much better to have Prussia actually touching him... Hell, the touches on his skin were really good too... He just wanted this other nation, but didn't want to admit it out loud.

Turning when he heard the sink next to him turn on, Canada's eyes widening when he looked to see Prussia standing there. He stopped his fumbling with his glove as his eyes just stared at the other that hadn't left the bathroom like he'd once thought. His face was such a bright color as he watched Prussia wash his hands, his body trembling lightly from all of the things he was feeling right now. The main thing was embarrassment, obviously... Since his face was such a bright color. He swallowed down the dryness in his throat, hoping for it to feel better after that. He just couldn't believe everything that was happening tonight... And he'd expected it to be so much different. He didn't expect it to be that good.

When Prussia helped him put his glove back on, he couldn't help but turn his gaze downwards. He knew he wasn't going to be able to think about anything but this for a while. He didn't like the thought of someone touching themselves to the sound of him pleasing himself, obviously... But he was going to try his best to get past it. He turned his eyes back up towards Prussia's when he asked if they could dance again. Just that question made his heart flutter some. Of course he wanted another dance with him... He really did. He couldn't help it and he wasn't mad. He wasn't mad at all. He was just too embarrassed for words.

"Let's dance..." he whispered, reached out and grabbing Prussia's hand in his own. He then lightly began to tug the other towards the door, walking out of it. He really did want to dance with the other and he was hoping that Prussia wouldn't bring up what happened in there again. He was going to try his best to forget it... But he knew he wouldn't be able to, especially not with Prussia staying with him for a while.

It seemed like it was forever before Prussia finally got his answer. He was holding his breath in hard as he waited to know what Canada would say. It was tortures and his lungs burned, but not just because he was holding out the air. It was a lot more like there was something heavy sitting on his chest and it was building up further and further and getting even more heavy as it did. It was like that fat guy just couldn't stop eating and all Prussia wanted to do was breathe... that was it. He wanted to breathe and to hear Canada say something that didn't make him sound angry and to accept the dance. Prussia knew that he would die if Canada turned down the dance... even if he seemed okay and not mad anymore. It would just kill Prussia. The fat guy on his chest would never stop eating.

The words were the best ones he heard though. Canada couldn't have said anything better at that point. It didn't even matter if he said he was mad or not because him telling him that he would dance with him was enough. That told him if he was mad or not and that made Prussia really happy to know that he wasn't.

Prussia knew that Canada was embarrassed by what happened and he knew that he shouldn't repeat it either. He didn't want to make the other mad at him and he decided to keep it at that. When Canada took his hand he allowed him to and followed him out of the bathroom. It was obvious if someone saw them they would think they had just done something in there since they were holding hands, but he didn't care... they pretty much did anyways. That wasn't completely mutual of course, but no one had to know that at all.

Then they were finally to the dance floor and he turned to smile at Canada, trying to not let his face get red again. For some reason he found himself embarrassed for Canada even. The poor little innocent Canada... Prussia wondered if he was always like that though. Who was going to jack off in a public restroom though? Really? It didn't take innocence at all... there was another story to that.

Now there was definitely going to be some awkwardness and tension between them. It was obvious that they were both wanting the same thing, but Canada wasn't going to let that happen today. That was just going to make the desire and the needs build up and up... They were definitely going to have some problems between them, especially living under the same house. If only they weren't so damned attracted to each other... Or perhaps if Canada had less morals and problems in his head when it came to sex then they would be able to have less sexual tension arising between them.

Even if someone did look at them and figure they'd done something in the bathroom, Canada didn't really care. What they could think they were doing would not be anywhere near as bad as what they really were doing. Canada was too embarrassed by the fact that they were touching each other in separate stalls than he was letting on, honestly... And he was looking like he was extremely embarrassed about the thought too. He just couldn't stand all of these images and thoughts running through his head... Then there was the memory of the feelings on his skin. God, he couldn't believe he felt this way right now. All he could think about was the last thing he wanted on his mind. This was going to be rather interesting.

It made much more sense for him to get rid of his problem in the bathroom than have to get in a car with Prussia, with his problem so obviously sticking up in his dress. Hell, he wasn't even sure if he would have been able to make it home with that problem nagging at him and begging for so much attention. It had already been throbbing when he was finally in the bathroom by himself... And then when Prussia came in there and pushed his hand against him, it only made matters worse. It made him desire the other country so much more... Hence why he had to go into the stall. He didn't want to sit in a car with Prussia and have to worry about the other touching him. He didn't want their night to be ruined by something that physical. They didn't know enough about each other for Canada to consent to that.

Looking up at Prussia when they were on the dance floor, Canada's face paled some. He couldn't get over how handsome the other looked... That thought hadn't changed, even though he was mortified to be able to look the other in the eyes after that. He had to avert his gaze after a while though, placing his hand on Prussia's shoulder again. He then leaned in and pressed his head against the other's chest, much like they'd been doing before. He wanted to dance with him like they had been before they went outside. It had been so perfect, so of course he would be holding the other's hand and pushing himself this close to the other. The song that was playing was rather pretty too... And it sounded like it hadn't started too long ago.

"Let's go home after this..." he stated softly, glancing upwards towards the Prussian. Canada wouldn't be able to take anymore excitement.

Dancing could be awkward considering this is what got them in the place they were in to begin with. Though Prussia made an effort to not let himself get carried away and feel Canada up this time. That would be awful. He could at least breath. That was another problem from earlier... it was a little suffocating, but now it seemed that a lot of people had already gone home so it was a little less crowded than it was before they had found themselves in the bathroom.

One thing that made it less awkward though was the fact that Canada seemed to want to dance as close as they were before and Prussia smiled lightly as he rested one of his hands on the blond's hip and the other was holding his hand lightly as they danced across the floor. This wasn't going to be so bad after all.

The albino male nodded his head as a response. He fully agreed to the fact that they should leave after this dance. It had been a seemingly long night for the two of them... even if it wasn't that long. It made Prussia wonder what time it was anyways. That wasn't important though. There was no where he had to be except with Canada who was going to be there at the same time he was.

"Yeah, I think we should. I'm so tired now..." he laughed nervously as he held onto Canada tighter. He was very tired and when the song was over he was sure he didn't want to dance again. It was just something about what he had done and the stress from Germany and the rejections from Canada all together took it out of him.

It made Canada so very happy that this wasn't awkward. He liked dancing with Prussia and it was obvious, since he was so quick to agree to it after everything they did while they were in the bathroom... He wasn't going to let that sway what he thought about the other. He really did want to dance with him and he really did want to make sure he didn't have to sleep under some random bridge or something tonight. Why would someone want to kick out a male as charming as this one? He could see how he could be a handful though... Perhaps he'd done something to anger the large and scary German man that was still here with his rather adorable Italy.

The closeness had almost the same affect on him as it did before, sadly. He inhaled the scent of Prussia, beginning to feel much more comfortable with him again. The smell of him was just so sweet and intoxicating. He wasn't sure why he felt that way, but he knew he liked being this close to him. He was so warm against his body as well. He couldn't help how he felt about dancing with the other. He'd never danced with someone before and he was glad that he'd gotten to share that with Prussia instead of someone that didn't really like him or anything of the sort. Canada was finding himself becoming more and more fond of the male he was twirling about the dance floor with.

It felt good that Prussia agreed to his terms of wanting to go home after the dance. He exhaled heavily when the song stopped and he withdrew from the other, but didn't release his hold on Prussia's hand. He looked up at him, a small smile dancing across his face. He couldn't wait to get home and get out of these clothes... Especially the shoes he was wearing. His feet really were hurting now. Then his breathing hitched as his face gained some color. He turned his gaze downwards and cleared his throat, remembering the hand that had trailed down his leg not too long before. He felt so wrong to be thinking about it again, but how could he help it? It was out of his control now and it appeared to be the only thing on his mind.

"Come on," he said and pointed towards the door. "Let's get going. I want out of these shoes." He then let out a small laugh from that admittance, figuring the other would understand how his feet would hurt from them. He then began to guide the other towards the front door. Of course he would want to get out of there as soon as possible now. He just wanted to get home now so he could relax and get out of these clothes... So, he was extremely happy when he got to his car, unlocking it and walking around to the driver's side, his heels clicking on the asphalt ground. He was glad it was America's party... His house would only be a mere ten minutes away.

Things weren't so difficult for Prussia now since they had their little... supposed-to-be alone time in the bathroom. That did help this go by so much more smoothly. Prussia would feel absolutely awful to have another mess up with Canada. He had to be a good boy. He had too. That was a very hard thing for Prussia though. One could not expect him to keep his hands to himself for to long. Though he usually did a very good job at it. Most of the time the only person he would hit on was Italy. That was all. He rarely even did that because he knew Germany would get mad and he knew when he overdid something. So it was rare to do something like that. It had just been so long since he had... okay forget it, it had been never since he had done anything that would result in him having relief.

Canada's movement seemed to be slowed or something though. It made Prussia think that his feet were hurting for real now. This time though he wasn't going to offer a massage and end up groping the other up. Though, he didn't want him to hurt so he wouldn't mind offering again either... It made him wonder if that was just it though. It had to be since Canada had been in those for a while now. Prussia couldn't even think about ever wearing shoes like that. He seriously had every thought in mind that he would never, ever put his foot in a woman's shoe though. There was no way. Canada on the other hand looked good that way so it was a good thing for him. Seeing Canada in those shoes was sexy. Those nice feet and those smooth legs... yes, they very much indeed made him about drool as he thought about it.

Hearing that Canada wanted to go was one of the best things he had heard though, besides the fact that he would take him in for the night. He wondered how long he would be welcomed there even. Though the night was fun and he liked dancing with Canada, he was tired and wanted food and something to drink. He wondered if Canada had alcohol. That would be nice... a nice cold beer and a Canada by his side.

Allowing Canada to lead him along, he looked over to him while they were going outside. A small smile on his face as they did leave. "I knew your feet hurt. I would probably kill myself if I had to wear those," he laughed and looked down at the shoes, "you should wear them more often though. They look so very nice one you," he teased. Though he wasn't lying about it either. Then there were stockings... those fishnet stockings. Yes, he was getting himself going again and he shook his head to clear his thoughts. There was no way he was letting them get that bad again already.

It was surely going to be odd to have someone Canada was honestly attracted to living in his house with him, even if it was just for a little while. With that thought, he wondered how long the other would need/want to stay. Canada didn't mind how long he stayed, really. As long as things didn't go downhill between them. If something happened that made them not like each other- which wasn't really something Canada was planning on- then he was going to have to find somewhere else for Prussia to stay. He hoped nothing happened between them though. It would be most unnerving to have something against the first person that seemed to like you and actually gave you attention.

Now that his feet really were hurting, Canada had found it very difficult to walk to the car. He'd actually thought about taking them off and walking barefoot... But since he was wearing fishnet stockings, then he wasn't going to do that because his feet may as well be bare. Asphalt was not a more forgiving substance to be walking on without shoes... So, he was obviously going to have to suffer, just for a few more steps to get into the car. He was cursing his bear for making him wear these though. He didn't like them in the least. They hurt, were hard to walk in, and were so very annoying to him. He had to step so very carefully to make sure he didn't topple over and cause the night to take a turn for the worst.

Though, when he heard what Prussia had to say about the shoes, he laughed. He knew the other would never want to wear something that was so very feminine. He could tell by looking at him that this wasn't really his style... But Canada didn't mind. He liked the attention he got- even if it was only attention from Prussia... It was such good attention in the end. He loved it far too much to let it get to him in a bad way. Though, when he said he should wear them more often, he couldn't help that his cheeks flared up and he hid his face in slight shame. He didn't take compliments very well, obviously... Well, not one as sexual and personal as that one. He swallowed the dryness in his throat from that comment though and just nodded his head. He didn't think he'd wear anything like this for a while now.

"Well. We'll have to keep you away from clothing like this so you don't have to kill yourself. Sound like a plan?" he teased out. He didn't want to say anything about the other comment though. It was far too embarrassing. As he sat down in his car, he took the shoes off and tossed them to the floorboard. He didn't want those on his feet while they were driving. He let out a small and satisfied moan from the feeling of his feet no longer being crammed into those shoes. He rubbed the sides a little before turning himself to fully sit down in the car. He then cranked it up and back out of his parking spot when Prussia was safely inside the vehicle as well. Then they were off, Canada not being able to wait for them to get to his home. He wanted to relax.

As they walked across the parking lot it really did seem that Canada was in pain from walking in those shoes. It made Prussia feel bad, but he wasn't sure what to do about it... besides carry the other the rest of the way to his car. That wouldn't have been a plan he'd want to go through though because Canada could take it the wrong way or something could happen. It was just very close to one another if that were the case. So he opted out of it unless the other were to seem even more in pain then that.

Once in the car it was much better. It seemed that Canada would be more relaxed now and he didn't have to wear those shoes either. That was a good thing it seemed. At least that was a lack of pain that he would be feeling while they were on their way. Then the next stop he figured would be Canada's home and he would be able to relax a lot once in there. Prussia was actually very excited to see what Canada's house was like. He had never been there obviously and it was turning out to be interesting to know this country.

"That sounds like a plan. I don't think I would enjoy that very much." Not at all, he was sure he wouldn't enjoy wearing clothes like that. He was sure it would be rather degrading to him... even though he very much liked the idea of being with another male that would dress like that (hints Italy and Canada). He turned his attention to the window, wondering how long it would take them to get back to Canada's house and how to get there. He had to try his best to avoid looking to hard at Canada.

Sure, the thought of asking Prussia to carry him to the car did cross his mind. He decided not to ask though, since it would be rather odd after what they did. He didn't want to be that close to the other. Who knows what would happen then... He liked being close to the other far too much for it to be real, which was probably obvious due to how easy it was for him to be so flustered by the touches... And god those lips against his were like a dream. A god damned dream. He really didn't think anyone would want to do anything like that with him and he was sad he'd let it get that far with the Prussian... And yet he wasn't. That was the best first kiss he could have ever asked for.

When they finally got to his house, he was hoping the awkward silence would finally be over. He could tell that Prussia was trying not to look at him and Canada was doing the same... Though, he had no such luck since his blue eyes kept glancing over towards the shockingly handsome man in the passenger side of his vehicle. He liked the thought of him being in the car with him though. He couldn't even fathom what it would have been like for them to have done those things and then have to part ways. He would have over analyzed it far too much... Far too much indeed. That's not what he wanted to do. He didn't want to find the flaws and everything in what they did. He wanted to think about the good.

Pulling into his driveway, he just grabbed his shoes from the floorboard and opted not to even bother with putting them back on. He glanced over towards Prussia one last time and inhaled deeply. He liked the way he looked far too much for this to even be right. He stepped out of the car and took the keys with him, walking up to the front door, his feet stinging as they hit the cement of his driveway and then the wood of his porch. God did his feet hurt... He couldn't wait to go to bed... Or take a bath or something. He shook his head as he shoved the key into the lock and then waved for Prussia to come inside. He wanted out of this dress already and it wasn't like he was going to leave the other outside.

"Come on in. I'll show you were everything is after I get this dress off," he said, figuring the other would just wait in the living room or something. His bedroom was right next to it, so he quickly limped and hopped his way to his room, tossing the shoes down on the floor. He then sighed and sat down for a moment, enjoying the lack of pressure on his feet. He then leaned into his hand, propping his elbow up on his thigh. He looked around the room, trying to assess his current situation. He couldn't help but wonder what the hell was going to come of this.

Finally, he stood again and winced a little. He lifted his leg onto the bed and pulled his skirts up his thigh some. His eyes were intent on the top of the stocking and then he slowly rolled it down his leg, taking his time with it. He soon got it off and tossed it to the side, making the same work of the other one. He placed his feet back on the floor firmly and reached behind him, trying to grasp the zipper of his dress. It just wasn't working out for him. He was going to have to ask for some help. Where the hell was that damn bear when you needed him?

Honestly, Prussia wasn't sure what he should have been expecting Canada's house to look like. There was no idea in his mind what it could look like because for some reason he hadn't even thought about what the place he was going to be staying at to be like. Back at Germany's it was a big house and nice... this looked nice as well, just smaller. A lot smaller. It was not a shack though and it seemed very roomy.

When Prussia walked into the house he smiled. Canada seemed like such a neat person. Nothing was out of place it seemed and considering he was America's brother, things were perfectly arranged. For some reason if he would have thought about anything with Canada's home was that it would be as messy as it seemed America's would be. That would have been a wrong assumption though. Very wrong. Prussia knew he was going to like this. Germany was a very clean person so he had learned how to live with someone that liked things clean and how comforting it was to be in a clean room. It was better that way.

"Alright," Prussia replied to Canada. He didn't even think about what the other had said at first because he was to busy looking around to see the he realized what Canada had said and turned his head to see he had already gone to his room. That was a problem because Prussia had to pee really bad. Considering they were in a bathroom for so long, he should have gone then, but that was the last thing he thought of.

Hoping that he wasn't intruding if he looked, Prussia went down the hall way to find the bathroom. He was rather quiet since he didn't want to have Canada alerted and it might have been a good thing since Prussia had stopped and noticed an open door. He looked into the room seeing that it was obviously Canada's bed room and he was getting undressed.

Then his eyes went straight to what Canada was doing. He was rolling those stockings down so slowly. Was he trying to put on a show? Did he know Prussia was going to be looking? Dammit, did it matter? It really didn't. Prussia moved to the side of the door as his eyes ran over those nice legs as the stockings came off. For some reason that was something Prussia really liked. Usually he thought stockings looked so good on women, but there were a few select (only two) guys that he found to have very nice legs and the stockings were looking good... Next to those shoes Canada was wearing - they were very nice indeed.

Neatness was definitely something Canada always appreciated. He had to appreciate it seeing as how he had the ever so destructive little Kumajiro to also share a house with. The little bear was a handful and he often made a mess out of everything he touched... And then he'd just waddle away like he didn't do anything. He hated it when he forgot to let the damn thing outside to go to the bathroom. The bear would often pee somewhere he didn't want to find a wet spot... and he often found it by simply stepping in it. That was never good, was it? He hated stepping in stuff like that... It was so disgusting. So, he'd made a point to often where slippers about his house when the bear forgot to tell him it needed to pee.

A large house never did seem appealing to Canada. He figured he'd always be alone, so he didn't need a lot of room anyway. His home was plenty large enough though, so it wasn't a problem in the end. He had a lot of room and space. Not to mention- it didn't take long to clean at all. That was always a plus, right? He liked to be clean, but he didn't like the act of literally cleaning... That was such an odd combination of things, but it was how Canada's mind worked. He would much rather relax and sleep than have to clean his house or do dishes. He did that so often. That thought caused a light huff to be expelled from his throat, but he knew he'd be able to deal with it. Cleaning was necessary.

Then he heard a noise outside his door. He paused in what he was doing and just stared at the wall, his throat going dry for the millionth time this night. Was it Prussia at his door? He didn't know why it bothered him so much to think that it really was him... But, he couldn't help it. He was so very painfully shy. He didn't like to have someone sneak up on him like that, but he knew the Prussian wouldn't be able to help it... He didn't know where anything was. What if he needed to pee or something? Or he wanted to wash his hands for some reason... There were so many thoughts running through his head about what Prussia would need... Perhaps he was just wanting to get a better feel for where he was to be staying or something? That was a good thought too... It was plausible.

Turning his head, he sighed softly. It was just Kumajiro. "Oh... It's just you, Kuma... Jipa," he said and then shook his head. He was slightly angered by the response he got though. "Who are you~?" the bear called out, almost too playfully. He then turned to the damn thing and glared at him. "I'm Canada, remember? Your owner?" Even though he wanted to tack on there 'the one that feeds you and cleans up your messes?', he didn't. He never was one to be mean... And this bear was making him want to be just that. He didn't have the heart to do it though.. He had to be nice to him. He did like in his house after all. He grumbled to himself as he watched the little bear walk away. So much for asking him to unzip his dress.

Making his way towards his door, he then realized that Prussia had been standing there the entire time as well. His eyes grew a little wide at that, wondering what he'd seen. The hallway was dark and his room only had a little light to it, so he hadn't realized he was there the entire time he was talking to the odd little furry bear. He scratched the back of his neck and looked him over. There seemed to be something wrong with him right now... Canada wasn't quite sure what it was, but obviously the other wanted something. No-needed something.

At first Prussia was wondering if he was heard. It seemed that Canada was alerted of something and he looked around him to see what he could find there. He hadn't noticed anything. Not at first anyways. It didn't even seem it was him that did it. Prussia didn't make a noise or anything. Then when Canada spoke, he was sure it wasn't to him. Then that's when he realized the little white bear that Canada was speaking to.

The fact that the bear talked back almost gave Prussia heart-attack too. His little bird didn't talk to him like that, so why did Canada get a friend that did? Jeeze, Prussia was actually jealous at first - that was until he did hear everything the bear said and the fact that he upset Canada. Apparently this happened often then... That caused him to feel bad for the little blond. Not even his own pet remembered him. What was the deal with this guy anyways? He wasn't that forgettable, right? His land was so pretty and Canada himself was very attractive. Prussia saw nothing forgettable about him.

Prussia laughed nervously when Canada went to the door way and realized that he was there. He didn't meant to be caught spying this time. It just happened that way. All Prussia wanted was to find a bathroom and he hoped Canada didn't think he was just trying to see him naked or anything. It was a good goal to have, but one that would lead him in a bad direction with his new friend. That wasn't what he was planning... yet.

"Um... I really need to pee. I was looking for the bathroom."

Even though he didn't really think the other was spying on him, he was embarrassed in thinking that he might have seen him take his stockings off... Or even see him try to unzip his dress. It was so hard to do... Without some help though. Somehow he'd gotten it zipped all the way even without the bear's help. He was proud of himself for that, but he sadly had to cheat a little to get it zipped up... That was never good, but it worked so that was all that mattered, right? He just didn't like to ask for help. He didn't normally need it and there was never anyone around to give him any either.

It wasn't like he would want to ask that damn ungrateful bear for some help anyway. He was never nice to him and he always seemed to 'forget' what his name was... That bear knew who he was. Canada fed him everyday and took very good care of him! And yet, he didn't have any recognition for it at all. He hated that thought. The damn bear was definitely a handful when it came down to it. He wished he had a better friend that wouldn't be like everyone else. He wanted someone to remember him, but now it would seem as though he did. It seemed that Prussia would always remember him, especially since he seemed to enjoy the way he looked... He just hoped the other nation liked his house.

"Oh!" he said, a smile spreading over his face. He nodded his head and stepped out of his room some. He peered down the hallway just in time to see Kumajiro turn and walk into a different room. He rolled his eyes at the bear, even though no one could see him do it to appreciate the look on his face. He then brought a hand up and pointed to a room two doors down. "That's where the bathroom is. You can go in there." He found it odd that the male had been in a bathroom for a while before they left and he hadn't used it for its proper reason as it was... It didn't matter though. He at least knew where it was... So, now it was time to ask what he really didn't want to have to bother the other country with.

Grabbing his gloves, he tugged them both off and tossed them to his bed. He then turned around and turned his face to the side, glancing up at the other country. "Could you please unzip me? I can't get it..." Hopefully this wouldn't be too... Sensual to the other nation. It was already going to be bad enough for him, especially since this was going to be quite a lot of skin the other would be able to see.
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