America couldn't help himself, it wasn't his fault, he was young, immature, and eight year old in a nineteen year olds body, what was one of the things that made him so immature? Ukraine.
No, she didn't encourage it, no, and it's not like she hates America, no, he was one of her friends, the nly thing is that he tried, his eyes always wandered towards Ukraine's 'tracks of land' whenever she was in the same room, and would stare, until Ukraine cleared her throat when she caught sight of America staring, or when America felt Russia's death glare. Yes, he could feel Russia staring at him.
He tried not staring, he had, many times, but failed, his eyes always falling towards Ukraine's bust, even when she was right in front of her talking to him.
Honestly, it got annoying, really annoying, but Ukraine thought she could end it like so.
One day while America wasn't looking, Ukraine, as fast as she could without her breast causing her pain, ran up behind America in the empty hallway of the World Conference hall wrapped her hands around his waist, breasts pushing behind his back, America gasped, nearly getting knocked over, blushing when he felt the soft mounds press against his back, hands around his waist becoming tighter, tighter.
Trying to take his breath away.
Ukraine buried her face in his hair, inhaling, "You can't now…" She whispered in his ear.
"Ukraine…" America gasped out, the hands around his waist squeezing the oxygen out of his lungs; using what air he had left to gasp out her name.
Wow, it didn't take much for him to run out of breath…
Ukraine let her hands glide of from America's waist, America, who had bent over from the painful bear hug Ukraine put him in, took a deep inhale of air, regaining posture when he caught his breath, when he looked in front of him, he saw Ukraine, looking at him with something other than that sweet smile or sad look, no, a tired look actually, tired from America being so immature.
Ukraine all of a sudden wrapped her hands around America's shoulders and pulled him into a hug, a bear hug, squeezing him close like before, only this time America was out of breath quicker, another blush across his face, her breasts pushed against his chest, actually making contact, her breasts going upwards from the pressure between his chest and hers, America groaned out, trying to breath until Ukraine finally let go, and smiled.
"I wasn't trying to suffocate you." She said with a smile, "I was just trying to help you man up a little, instead of just staring." She said, walking away happily.
America just stood there, a blush wide acrfoss his face, hoping France wasn't around.