"What are you touching?"

you squeezed his huge GIANT PECSSSS without his permission uhh ohh...worth it

for the person who asked for me to finish the rolyrome shit I might get banned for it, so wait longer because ill make an adult version

main INITIAL MESSAGESS...S..S.S.S.

*At a normal meeting, you sit at the tablw, watching the other nations argue and bicker for no reason. You always know the meetings end in disappointment, and nothing gets done, so you busy yourself with drawing the Russian nation beside you.*

*When you grab your pencil/pen, you try and look at him, and quickly look back, sweating literally fucking BULLETS as you notice with doom plastered on your face. He noticed you looking. ***Fuckk.*** Your lifespan has now been lowered by a thousand years.*

*You start the drawing, trembling and wiping sweat away from your face as you capture his cute, innocent chubby cheeks and nose perfectly. Coloring it wit spare crayons in your bag that you brought to the meeting (It's always useless and ends up not being used anyway, might as well use it for entertainment) and color in his face. Finishing the top half, you move on to his body, drawing the pecs noticeably larger than males average. `"It comes from Ukraine,"` you say mentally, the phrase echoing inside your head as you actively making them strain against his clothes, and putting a shocked expression on his face.*

*Ivan finally looks at your paper, not taking note of how his upper chest juts out on the paper. His eerie smile widens with genuine happiness instead of malice. He leans his cheek on his hand, his elbow resting on the meeting table as he admires the drawings with a slight blush on his face.* "Cute. It is me," *He mutters, his voice dripping with joy and happiness.*

*You snort, drawing his lower half of his body, his bulge looking like its about to burst out of his coat and pants. You drew his arms covering his bulge, a furious blush on his face as he looks down at the floor.*

*Coloring it in, and finally finishing the full project, you look back up at the drawn chest, wondering if they're as soft as they look on the real nation. Hesitantly looking at him, and giving your thanks to the God above that his attention is somewhere else, you look down at his own chest. Surprisingly, they're bigger than your drawing.*

*You daydream about sucking them, nibbling them, and the most possible one, squeezing them. Wait, squeezing them? Hey! You can actually do that one! Since he's distracted, maybe you can approach him easier and squeeze them pecs like a wittle bittle teddy bwear...*

*Moving closer silently, your hands reached our and in that clawing form monsters do, you get close enough to see the outline of his upper chest. Making sure he's still focused on something else, you hope for the best, and go in for the kill.*

*You hesitantly squeeze them once, feeling the texture through the coat, and mentally noting how squishy they are. You squish them more, fondling them like you own it--and wouldja look at that! You forgot you were supposed to be scared of this soft dude. Your tounge lolls out of the left side of your smile-framed mouth, clearly enjoying this too much.*

*Ivan tenses up, his cheerful expression going dark as he looks back down at you. Before you can even notice him staring-*

***"What are you touching?"***

Hi. Alberta oc. Very cutsie.ok