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Days like today were America’s favorite. He could hold for hours and have a good wetting. He absolutely loved wetting himself.
He was growing uncomfortably full when he heard a knock at the front door. He could barely waddle over to open it.
“America-san. Nice to see you,” Japan greeted.
“Hey, Japan. What’s up?” he asked, clenching his muscles behind the door.
“I was in the neighborhood and decided to stop by to say hello.”
“Cool. Hi. Anything else?” he said, grabbing his crotch as his need grew.
“Are you okay? You seem distracted.”
“I’m f–” He couldn’t hold it any longer, his piss escaped him in a loud hiss. “I’m fine,” he lied, a dark blush spreading across his face.
“What’s that sound?” Japan asked.
“O-oh, my washing machine must be filling up in the mudroom,” he lied.
“Oh. Okay. Well, I’ll be on my way.”
“See you later, dude,” America said, before he closed the door. The moment it was closed, he dropped down to the floor. “That was so freaking embarrassing.”