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America x Canada

Neither knew what happened or how it happened.

But what they did know is that they were currently stuck in a box and that box was very, very small, or so Canada thought anyway.

"If this is another one of your jokes," Canada muttered, his face utterly red, but luckily, America could not see it because his face was buried in his brother's chest, "I swear, I'll..."

"I dunno how this happened either," America said loudly and Canada tried to give him a glare from his awkward position, "But my knees are kinda hurting." He whined, seeing as he was forced to bent his legs because the box was so fucking small.

"Look at me! I have to sit on top of you!" Canada retorted with snark while he tried to reposition himself, "And my legs are being bent backwards!"

"You make sitting on top of me sound bad," America pouted, giving a grin to his brother, though he couldn't exactly see it, "We can always make this a little more... fun, Mattie~" He wrapped his arms around Canada, tugging him in even more closer, if that were possible.

"How would that even work!?" Canada was too exasperated to be embarrassed, "There's barely any room to move in here!" He was thankful that Kumajirou wasn't in the box with them, otherwise there would be no room to move.

America's grin turned sly and he thrust his hips upwards, managing to rub against Canada's stomach in their awkward position, "I'll make it work."

Canada stiffened and felt his face heat even more, "I think we have more pressing matters to attend to." He said flatly, feeling America's fingers knead through his unruly blond hair.

"C'mon, box!sex sounds hot, dontcha think?" America snickered, "I'll even do all the work if you want, Mattie."

"Have you been spending time with France?" Canada accused with a fluster that had America laughing, "Let's try to move. My legs are starting to go numb." He sighed and America grunted his affirmative.

The two brother nations squirmed and twisted as best they could in the very limited space, finally finding themselves in completely new positions.

"Well," America smirked, "This way works perfectly for that box!sex I was talking 'bout earlier." He stated, his knees still bent, but on either side of Canada

Canada felt like banging his head on the wall of the box, probably in the most embarrassing position in his entire life, "I really don't think my knees are supposed to be behind my ears like this." He was grateful he was pretty flexible, or the position would have been very painful.

"Wish I had my phone so I could take a pic of you," America licked his lips, "Would make some good fap material for when I'm not with you and wanna get off."

Canada's arm darted out, managing to smack America in the face, "Where's that super strength of yours?" He grumbled and America suddenly blinked, as if remembering something, "Are you serious, Alfred!?" The northern country barked at America's sheepish expression.

"Well, don't blame me if this hurts you, Mattie," America pouted, but brought his legs close in to his body. With a breath, he abruptly spread all his limbs and the box immediately broke a part under the force of the superpower, "Haha~! Look at that!"

"Finally," Canada sighed, wincing as he stood up on his numb legs and feeling the blood rush back into them, "I'm gonna shove a hockey stick up the ass of whoever did that to us." He mumbled under his breath before letting out a yelp when he was picked up bridal style by America, "W-what are you doing!?"

"I gotta problem you need to help me with, Mattie," America's face could only be described as lewd as he gestured his head down to his groin, "We'll have a nice wall-pounding fuck if we can't have that box!sex...!"

"P-put me down, Alfred!"