It started out as just another boring World Meeting, like all the others. That was until there was some rather loud moans coming from a seat near the window...
Canada was sitting there, red faced and panting, playing with his curl, sucking on the end and running the rest between his fingers. He didn't think he would get caught, seeing as how he was normally forgotten and invisible. But that was until a few nations heard his moans and pants and started looking around; trying to find the source. "CANADA! TAKE YOU'RE HAND AWAY FROM THAT! NOW!" At England's word the whole world, literally, turned and stared at the usually forgotten nation. Some gasped, some blushed, some stared in want and some in disgust. The few that didn't turn away after about five minutes where the expected, France, Prussia, Spain, Russia and so on, and the ones that knew what he was doing, seeing as they had that stray hair that had the same effect. These nations where America, Italy, his brother Romano, and a few others. It was these nations, with the stray, that stared in slight disgust.
"Canada, dude, bro, whoa. Not cool man. We're in public, and you're doing that? Not. Cool."
"What the hell are you doing that for, maple bastard?! That's disgusting!" The other nations, except the more proper ones *cough*Austria*cough* who fainted, nodded their heads in agreement. If they could agree on one thing, it was that you just. Don't. Do. That.
Canada was now looking at them, his hair not in his mouth, but still being played with between his fingers. "I don't see what the big deal is. Not like you guys have never done it." They all just stare at him another minute, before shutting their mouths and sitting down. After a few minutes, Germany continues the meeting. Those with a stray looking over occasionally and shaking their heads in shame, and England mumbling something about 'stupid frogs' and 'corrupting the young'.
AN: I REGRET NOTHING! ...yet