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My Chair Is Haunted

By Waterrain

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Canada sighed heavily for America was sitting on him and once again no one noticed him at all. He was use to it, but it was getting a bit annoying.

'I wonder if America will notice if I happen to have one of my hands up his shirt?' Canada briefly thought and then he smiled faintly for this could be like a game plus maybe America would notice him. He slipped a hand up America's shirt and begun rubbing his hand all over America's bare chest.

"Um, England. Do you feel a chill in the air?" America asked quietly and his blue eyes were darting around the room. It felt like one of those horror film he had watched last night with Poland and then he bit his lip.

"No and shut the bloody hell up. This meeting is important." England snapped in a low voice and he glared at a moment at America. No one noticed or heard Canada's soft sigh.

'He thinks it is a ghost?' Canada thought to himself and then rolled his eyes in annoyance. He moved his hand down and out of America's shirt.

"America, America, America. You are sitting on me." Canada whispered in a low voice and he noticed that America tensed up.

"England, I think this room is haunted." America muttered under his breath and he ignored England's glare. "I'm damn serious and I'm not saying this just because-"

"Just pay attention." England snapped in a quiet voice and he frowned heavily to himself. Canada smiled faintly and it was amusing being able to scare America without any effort.

'It is not like America is heavy despite what other Nations might think.' Canada mentally thought and he did not feel crushed unlike when Russia sat on him. He felt a little bored and decided to have his right hand between America's legs which were already parted.

"England, I really think there is something here. It is all your fault." America stated in a sulky voice and that was when Canada begun to move his hand teasingly which caused America's legs to move closer together.

"America." England snapped angrily and he ignored the fact a few of the Nations were looking towards him in a curious manner. "How the hell is it my fault?"

"Because you a jinx." America stated firmly and Canada moved his hand away from between America's legs. He watched as America finally stood up and Canada quickly moved, but then as fate would have it Russia sat down on him.

'I was better off with America being on my lap.' Canada bitterly thought and his legs felt as if they were going numb.

"This chair is nice and comfy, da." Russia commented cheerfully and he did not notice Canada at all.

"I hope your chair is haunted, Russia." America said to him and he was still standing up. "I'm going to be standing up and it is my turn now."

Canada groaned to himself in pain and it felt as if Russia was purposely crushing him.

"It is not nice stealing someone's chair. Not nice at all, da. There is punishment for being in someone's chair." Russia whispered quietly and it sent cold chills down Canada's spine. He did not get up and instead kept on innocently crushing Canada.

'I hate Russia.' Canada thought and he gritted his teeth. His whole entire body was numb and he now knew for a fact Russia was doing this on purpose to him a lesson. 'I did not even know he had a certain chair or that anyone had one, but then again he is Russia and always have to have his way.'

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