Anyone/Russia - bed wetting
anonymous
August 18 2010, 06:51:32 UTC
Russia has a little problem. When he's really stressed or exhausted, he sometimes ends up wetting the bed. It doesn't happen all the time, and he's managed to hide all the evidence and keep it a secret from everyone (he IS pretty good at cover ups and keeping secrets, after all
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Wet Nights [1/?]
anonymous
September 7 2010, 05:28:42 UTC
Russia's eyes flew open as he awoke with a sharp jerk. He lay perfectly still for a moment, trying to understand what had woke him up. It hit him suddenly: the bed was wet. Completely soaked. The wet patch felt enormous, stretching from his lower back almost to his knees. He tensed his muscles a little, feeling that his bladder was empty. Russia groaned and squeezed his eyes shut, reluctant to get up and look at the damage
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Wet Nights [2/?]
anonymous
September 7 2010, 05:30:52 UTC
That taken care of, Russia finally started his much longed for shower, turning the water as hot as he could stand. He didn't feel truly clean unless the water was scorching hot, and he especially wanted to feel clean now, after what had happened. It was shameful, humiliating that this kind of thing still happened to him. This was a little child's problem, not a man's. It was been a worry when he was small too, but it was excusable when he was young enough to still be frightened of the dark. There was no excuse now. And nothing he did seemed to help. He tried drinking little at night and relieving himself before bed. It didn't change a thing. He had sought the help of various doctors over the years under the greatest secrecy, but no concoction or remedy could fix him. There was little he could do but try to predict when it would happen, and remember to keep a protective rubber sheet on his bed during especially stressful times. It didn't happen too frequently, often not for years at a time when there were few things to upset him, but
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Wet Nights [3/?]
anonymous
October 2 2010, 19:01:55 UTC
After taking his time with the unexpected clean up, Russia was indeed running late to the meeting. Half of him wanted to just call in sick, but no, he couldn't draw any attention to himself. He'd be better off pretending that nothing was amiss. And he had already told America he'd be coming. If he didn't show up, America would probably assume that Russia had been abducted by aliens and launch a massive international rescue mission before learning that Russia was just staying home because he was feeling all out of sorts over a humiliating personal problem. Better to save everyone the trouble and tough it out
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Wet Nights [4/?]
anonymous
October 2 2010, 19:07:11 UTC
“Nothing, I told you,” Russia snapped, pulling his zipper up quickly as soon as he finished. In his haste to finish and to get away from America, he failed to shake off the last few drops. His cheeks flushed as he felt them soak into his underwear, but he forced himself to ignore it as he pushed past America to wash his hands
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Re: Wet Nights [4/?]
anonymous
October 3 2010, 22:44:44 UTC
damn it stories as cute as this (oh and americas insecurities are delicious when russia also has insecurities) make me sorta like juuust a biiit this kink.
Re: Wet Nights [4/?]
anonymous
October 3 2010, 22:46:08 UTC
They are so cute! Poor Russia couldn't say no...I already got happy fuzzies when he felt the need at the meeting, so I'm pretty excited by what's coming...
Re: Wet Nights [4/?]
anonymous
October 5 2010, 04:33:29 UTC
Seriously? This fill is adorable. I love everything about it, from the different texting style to how insecure (but in such a cute way) Ivan is to how caring Alfred is. I can't wait to see where this goes. Please update soon. :]
Wet Nights [5/?]
anonymous
October 8 2010, 03:25:49 UTC
If Russia had hoped that he problem was going to magically vanish, those hopes would have been dashed the on the following morning, a Tuesday, when he woke up drenched again. He was wet again on Wednesday, dry on Thursday, dry again on Friday, wet on Saturday (though he blamed that on foolishly drinking vodka before bed when he was still getting over the most recent episode of his condition,) dry on Sunday and dry again on Monday. He tried to convince himself that he was getting better. Saturday had been a fluke, and if he ignored that, he hadn't had any...incidents for several days. Maybe he had just strained his bladder somehow earlier that week, maybe that was the only reason for what had been happening. And surely he was on his way to recovery now, yes? Nothing would happen at America's house. He told himself that again and again as he packed his bags and hunted for his passport. Nothing would happen. It couldn't happen. Surely even Russia wasn't that unlucky
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poor Russia!
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