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It was a late Tuesday night, the moon gently glowed between closed curtains, lighting up dark rooms with its touch. The numbers ‘3:24’ glowed on a digital clock on a bedside table to a twin-sized bed, where the young Aerican Empire laid, looking uncomfortable as he tossed and turned in his sleep.
His eyes flew open once it ended. Another nightmare. He had moved recently, and now lived with master Canada, his room directly down the hall from his own, and their father's bedroom in the middle of the hallway, always locked to make sure they didn’t stumble into it. America immediately felt the wetness between his legs, the same wetness that easily soaked through white shorts, wetting his thighs lower than just where his shorts were. He cursed under his breath as he lifted up his blanket, immediately noticing that his sheets were soaked, glowing in the gleam of the moon, which hung above the window by his bed, staring at him almost mockingly at the moment. “God…” He mumbled involuntarily, unable to think of anything else to say at the moment. He got out of bed quickly, immediately moving to assist the wetness of his bed. Well, he would if he wasn’t interrupted by a knock on the door, a gentle three knocks, but it made Aerica’s heart sink down deep into his stomach, the voice calling out from the other end of the door not helping much.
“Hello? Aerica? I heard shuffling, so I came out to check.” Shit.
“Master Canada?” He replied, his brain racing with excuses and how believable they were. “I was just having a nightmare… Nothing more. I’ll be back to bed after… Grabbing water.” He said, hoping the occasional pauses wouldn’t register to Canada, who he assumed to be half asleep.
“Ehm… You don’t have to lie Aerica…” He said, trying to be gentle, but he still wanted to call out Aerica’s bluff.
Aerica was staring… No, glaring at the door, clearly irritated, but he didn’t want to trouble Canada by letting it show. He was still standing in soaked shorts, which were only slightly covered by an oversized T-shirt he had worn to bed. “I… I’m perfectly fine, master Canada!” He spoke.
The sound of the door creaking open startled him, but he froze like a deer in headlights, making no move to cover up the stain on either his bed or his shorts.
“...Oh dear.”
Canada’s voice made Aerica want to sink into the floor with embarrassment. His gaze shifted from Aerica’s soaked shorts, up to his face, then down to his bed. “I-I’m sorry… I didn’t know…” Canada said, making Aerica stammer out an excuse, praying the blonde wouldn’t think this was a daily occurrence.
“N-No! Master Canada! This isn’t- I don’t- this does not happen often! May God strike me down If I’m lying…” He said, desperately trying to salvage the dignity he lost the second he woke up.
“No- It's fine! I’m not judging! I-It's fine if you wet the bed…! I can help you clean up if you want…” He said, making Aerica’s face turn red with shame. “No… It's fine. I can clean up on my own… I wouldn’t want to trouble you.” He said, trying to be as polite as possible, holding back tears. He couldn’t have a meltdown like a toddler now… That would make everything far more shameful. “No, I insist! It’s no trouble at all, I swear.” Canada insisted, making Aerica’s stomach turn. He didn’t want to be stubborn, and resist help, but at the same time, the thought of help at the moment disgusted him. “...I’m an adult. Worry do not, I shall clean up on my own.” The brunette said, grabbing his blanket and sheets, making the pillows fall. They were quickly grabbed by the Canadian, who gave him a warm smile, “It’s no trouble, I’m willing to wash your clothes for you as well.” Canada said. The brunette sighed, lifting his shirt up to grab the hem of his shorts to pull off. “Oh my… It is pretty bad, isn’t it?” Canada said, making the brunette want to find a hole somewhere, curl up in it and die. “...Yes, it truly is.” He mumbled, handing Canada his shorts, leaving him just in his underwear. Canada didn’t expect him to just take them off, that’d be extremely uncomfortable. “...Just slide your underwear under the door, I’ll grab them.” He said, walking out of the door, Aerica closing the door behind him. He looked down at his underwear, which had the same treatment as his shorts. He sighed. Sliding the soaked fabric off and shoving it under the door and getting up, stripping off his shirt and throwing it into a laundry basket. He walked over to the bathroom connected to his bedroom(Yes, France is that rich).
The feeling of shower water rushing over him made him sigh in relief, wetting his hair as his little ahoge drooped down as water soaked into it. He used a cloth to make sure his intimate bits were clean, not driving any pleasure from it as he hummed the intro to Star Wars.
After soaking for an extra few minutes, he got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around himself, leaving his bedroom to change his sheets. His skin was still damp as he grabbed an old blanket, deciding to sleep without bed sheets for the night.
Canada entered the room once more, sitting down on the bed next to Aerica, who put on his glasses after seeing Canada re-enter his room. “So… You wet the bed?” Canada said, unable to find the words to sugar-coat his words. “Not exactly… It is just that I’ve moved in with you and you and your dad, and it's been stressful, so I assume it's taking a toll on me. You know, I really hate when things change like that, so I guess my bladder is just acting out due to the stress. Nothing more. I doubt it will happen again. Aerica explained. Canada smiled, offering a comforting pat to his shoulder. “It’s okay! If it ever happens again, don’t be scared to ask me for help. I don’t really mind.” The blonde said. “It’s no big deal.” Aerica responded. “I don’t think it shall happen again. Now head back to your room. We should be returning back to our rest.” He said, taking off his glasses and putting them onto his end-table. Canada stood up, walking down the hall to his own room.
THE END.