ARTHUR'S NOTE: I went and did another omorashi fan fic~ miraaaa had suggested I do one of Canada. So if you're reading this, I do hope you enjoy this! Took me awhile to make, TTwTT If anyone has a character they would like me to write about, feel free to ask~ It might take me awhile though, sorry!

Rain pounded against the windshield of America's car.

Ever since Canada and America came back from the movie theater, it has been raining none stop. The day started off by America dragging Canada along to watch that new 'Lego Movie' that just recently came out.

The movie itself was hilarious. Defiantly worth watching. America laughed throughout the movie while Canada drank an insanely large amount of soda. Which came back to haunt him since he had forgotten to use the restroom before leaving the movie theater. Although, he didn't worry much about it since America had planned for them to go to dinner after the movie. However, the rain seemed to be coming down hard, making it a bit hard to see. Both of the brothers drove around for a few minutes, near twenty, and it seemed that they didn't know where they were going.

"Man," America sighed. "I could have sworn that the restaurant was around here somewhere! It's too hard to see in this rain. Hold on bro, let me pull over. I think there's a parking lot there."

"A-Alright," Canada replied.

America went and parked the car. He took out his phone and began to look through his phone.

Ten minutes had passed and the two where still currently sitting in the car.

Bladder now beginning to be even more filled up, Canada could feel his bladder starting to throb. All that soda was catching up with him. He tightly squeezed his thighs together. Looking over, he saw that America hadn't taken his eyes off the phone. Paying no attention to him whatsoever.

Canada turned to look out the window, trying to get his mind off his bladder, but the rain was just making it worse on his bladder.

"A-America," Canada said softly, with urgency in his voice. "D-Do you know where w-we are yet?" He looked to see that his brother's eyes were still glued to the phone.

"It says we passed our stop awhile back," America replied. "The things is, I have no idea where it is. The rain is coming down hard, I can hardly see though." America sighed loudly, leaning back in his chair. He then continued to look through his phone. "We'll have to wait until the weather dies down a bit."

This wasn't the answer Canada was hoping for. It alone made his face drop. Now he had to wait, god knows how long that would take. He didn't even think he would make it within the next fifteen minutes.

"A-Alright," Canada managed to somehow reply.

Not even five minutes had passed and Canada was squirming in his seat. Eyes shut, legs clenched together. Canada turned to see America was still looking at his phone. That would have been a good way to keep his mind off of his bladder. Just then, Canada's bladder spasm causing his to quickly squeeze his member so he would relief himself there.

Small whimpers were let out, causing America to finally look up from his phone and over to Canada.

"Hey, you're alright bro?"

"I-I'm fine, America," Canada lied, trying to subtle his squirming. "Alright," America replied.

"If you say so." America, once again, turned his attention toward his phone.

Canada continued to squirm, unable to hold it within the seconds that time passed on. He let out whimpers and tightly held himself. The weather didn't look like it was going to clear up. He wasn't going to last any longer. All the squirming and whimpering caught America's attention once more.

"What's wrong, Canada?" America asked.

"I-I-I..." Canada stuttered out as a spurt of urine escaped him. He squirmed until he finally gain control before turning to America. With a flushed face and teary eyes. "I-I have to use the restroom."

"Oh..." America trailed off. Looking out, he saw that it was still raining pretty hard. "It doesn't look like it going to clear up yet. Can you hold it?"

"N-No.. I-I can't!" Canada whined. "I-I have to go really bad."

"Maybe there's something in the back you could use! Like a bucket or a bottle." America looked around the back to find numerous of items. Such as: some wrappers, a blanket, change, some comics, a coupon for Food-4-Less, a ball, but nothing of use.

Turning back, he looked at Canada to see he was way passed his limit. His hand clutched to his crotch, eyes tightly shut, whimpering every now and then. With the weather not clearing up and Canada being in the sate he was in, there was no other choice in the matter.

"You can just... go," America calmly said to Canada.

Canada quickly turned to look at his brother. Face even more red than before. "W-WHAT!?" He shouted. America couldn't be serious, right? "I-I-I can't do that!" Being in this situation was already humiliating enough. He didn't want to complete embarrass himself by wetting himself in front of his brother. "I-I-!" Canada was cut off by a short stream of urine escaping him. It only lasted for a few seconds, but that was enough to cause a wet patch on the front of his trousers.

"Come on! You know you can hold it!' America told him. "You can just go here. If you're worried about being in wet clothing, you could use the blanket to cover yourself! If it makes you feel better, I won't look." Now looking out the window, America spoke, "See? I won't look! Promise!"

Canada thought for a moment. He could use the blanket and America did promised not to look.

"F-Fine..." Canada didn't know whether he gave it or his bladder thought it had enough. Either way, he finally released his bladder. Urine poured out and began to run down his legs. Canada moaned out from finally being able to relief himself.

To what seemed forever, the urine died down. The seat was now soaked with urine as well as his pants.

Canada looked to see America wasn't looking at him, but had the blanket in hand.

"You should take off you pants and underwear and sit in the back."

"O-Okay..." Doing as he was told, Canada took both his pants and underwear off. Taking the blanket from America he wrapped it around his waist, then moved to the back seat.

After awhile since the 'incident', the weather cleared up enough to drive again.

The two sat in silence before America spoke. "So..." He began. "I guess this means no dinner?"

"Just take me home."

ARTHUR'S NOTE: I hoped you enjoyed it! I'm probably better at drawing then I am with writing. TTwTT Please fav and review! I love them~ Ask for a Hetalia character you would like to see next. Also, if you have any kinks you want in it, don't mind asking!