Author's Note: Yeah my first crack! fic based on the story of dark-spirited Bakura's story What Deidara and Sasori do in their spare time. If you happen to love SasoDei, It is a must-read!

Special thanks to Troofs for being my Beta here.

Pairing: USUK (Well, on Canada's mind that is)
Warning: Very (?) Suggestive Themes and Nose bleeding Canada

Enjoy!

Canada walked through the hallways with a sad face. The World Meeting finished a few hours ago, and as usual, he was barely noticed. The nations went back to their hotel room after the meeting, which composed of mainly everyone debating with everyone.

"Why do they always do this to me?" He whispered to himself. "Even America and France ignored me. I wish Prussia was here…"

THUMP

"Huh? What was that?"

Canada tried to follow the source of the sound. He approached the room where the noise came from. It was England's room. He stared at it for a few moments, trying to decide what to do. After another tense moment, he leaned his ear against the door, wanting to hear more.

"It doesn't fit! Ah!"

Canada froze. Wasn't that America's voice? What was he doing in England's room and was he... m-moaning?

"You git! Of course it won't fit! It's too big!"

England's... voice?

"Then what do I do? It really won't fit?

"Try changing positions!"

"AH! AH! AH! No use!"

"Don't put it in so hard!"

"Grrrr…"

"Stop, I'll get something - OUCH! THAT BLOODY HURT!"

"Sorry, Iggy."

"You better be! I'm going to have a hard time sitting down…"

"Sorry! Huh? What's that?"

"Cold cream."

"What for?"

"Lubricant, you git. It'll fit easier with lube"

"Oh! Gimme! Gosh, it's cold!"

"It is cold cream. Why the heck are we doing this anyway?"

"Because I'm bored! And I've always wanted to do this with you, you know."

"Whatever."

Canada backed away from the door. Shock was plainly visible on his face. Blood trickled down his nose; his cheeks blushed an eerie red that matched the color of the blood dripping down his chin. "Must stop listening! GYAAAAA!" Canada screamed, running off.

(Inside the room)

America was fitting and placing the plastic arm of a big action figure of a hero he was building on England's table. England just stood beside America, wondering why he agreed to help the idiot build his "doll". Then he thought of something absolutely brilliant. Lubricant. He reached towards where he had remembered putting his cold cream, when America's foot came flying to his bottom. The annoying git had somehow managed to kick him in the butt. Hard. He would have punched him, but he was too busy thinking about how hard of a time he was going to have sitting.

"You better tidy all the litter you've left in my room, America." He grumbled threateningly.

"Yeah, whatever, England. Thanks for helping me." He waved off complacently, grinning excitedly at his now completed action figure.

A shout came from outside.

"What was that, Iggy?"

"Stop calling me IGGY!"

Review please? I hope you enjoyed reading! ^-^