Molossia is about 8 in this one.

I don't own Hetalia! end/AN/

It was the shuffling that woke America up. He didn't have super werewolf ears or anything, but the soft sound of crying combined with what sounded like things being moved around had been like a trigger to wake him up.

He sighed, getting out of the cozy bed, and pulled his robe on around himself.

The sound was coming from Molossia's room, and he opened the door, which had a British flag tacked on it, for whatever reason. Molossia's room almost always made him giggle, because the little boy had taken a picture of Prussia and set it up to use as a 'dartboard' (the darts being suction cup tipped, of course). It also had a huge X through his face, in permanent marker, which was a sure sign of how seriously Molossia took his nonexistent feud with him.

Baseball trophies were on the dresser, and the floor was littered with Rescue Heroes. But what really captured America attention was Molossia seemingly rubbing his pillow on the floor and trying to choke back his crying.

"Hey bud," America said, pushing the sleep back from his mind. "What's up?"

Molossia stiffened, and he quickly sat on his pillow. "Nothing! I didn't do anything! It's really nothing, I promise, just go back to bed-"

"Whoa, don't panic, little dude," America said, walking over. A smell assaulted his nose, and rather than getting angry, as the quivering Molossia clearly expected, he wrinkled his nose in a rather bemused fashion. "Molossia? Did you pee on the floor?"

"I just, uh, no, uh, well… I really had to pee, but I was asleep! I tried to make it to the bathroom, but I couldn't!" Molossia was flushed red now, sitting on the pillow and generally looking miserable.

America raised his eyebrows. "You peed on the floor?"

"Yes! I'm sorry!" And Molossia buried his face in his hands. Finally, he looked up, and said in a tremulous voice, "Are you gonna spank me?"

"What? No! Molossia, I've never spanked you; why would I start now?" America sighed, and flicked on the light. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up, kay?"

"Okay," Molossia said, and he stood up. "Should I take a shower?"

"Yeah, that'd probably be best," America said, and he patted Molossia on the head. "You get clean, and I'll clean this mess up. Although…"

"What?" Molossia froze. America still wasn't sure where he got the idea that he was a strict disciplinarian.

"Next time, don't try to mop it up with your pillow, okay? It's gonna stain," America said, and he grinned at Molossia, sleep completely gone from his mind. "Hey, come on, buck up! It's not so bad."

"Don't tell anyone," Molossia said, slipping away into the shower.

America sighed, and cleaned up the mess. England was definitely hearing about this bit of his parenting adventure…

/AN/ So there was incident involving peeing on the floor despite being well beyond potty-training years in my family (though I shall not point out anyone in specific), and naturally I got inspiration. You know me, that's how it works. I hope you enjoyed it!