A REALLY OLD prompt from the Hetalia kink meme asking for Latvia to wet himself because of injury, and then Russia keeps putting him in situations where he has no access to a toilet to mess with him. Possible PWP at the end. Warning: Omorashi. Also, it was 4am when I wrote this. Hopefully the next chapters won't suck ass. I do not own Hetalia.

Ivan had been in a particularly bad mood lately. No one knew why, but everyone, specifically the three Baltics, were extra careful not to drop anything.

Raivis was cleaning Ivan's study, while Ivan was still in it, because the Russian was working so often that there was no avoiding the task. He was quiet about it, staying at least six feet away from the Russian at all times. He dusted and scrubbed the wood floors and took out the trash while staying as silent as he could. Ivan stayed hunched over some paperwork. There was tension in the air, because Raivis was waiting for something to go wrong.

After about fifteen minutes, Ivan spoke up. "Raivis, go get me a vodka." He said. His voice wasn't stern, but Raivis knew he didn't have a choice.

He simply nodded at the request, turning and walking toward the door.

Then Ivan said something that made his heart almost stop. "Be back in a minute."

A minute. With the size of Ivan's house, this was near impossible. Raivis bolted out of the room, running as fast as his legs would carry him down the large staircase and into the kitchen. He grabbed a bottle of Ivan's favorite drink, and started back up the stairs. Raivis wasn't strong, nor was he active or tall or any quality that one would assume of someone who tried to sprint up the stairs two at a time. He was almost to the top when his foot missed a step. First he fell forward, and cracked his head against a wooden step.

Then he was suddenly at the bottom of the staircase, bleeding and aching and smelling of alcohol. He heard footsteps, and a voice, but he couldn't make out anything other than Eduard calling his name and telling him to keep his eyes open. Raivis didn't listen.

When he finally woke up again, he was in his tiny broom closet of a bedroom, lying in bed. Confused, he sat up, various aches and pains shooting through him as he did so. He noticed that his left leg was elevated on a stack of pillows, presumably from Toris's room, because Raivis recognized they matched the print on his bed sheets. He pulled the leg of his pants up a bit. His ankle was an ugly purple color, and heavily swollen. He didn't even try to move it, because he could already feel the pain, which was much stronger than any of the others. Now that he was sitting up for a while, his vision was blurring a little. He lied back down. What happened?

He stared at the ceiling for what seemed like hours, though it was only about forty-five minutes. Then, his bedroom door opened, and Eduard and Toris both entered. Toris's eyes were wide, and Eduard had his signature face of slight concern mixed with oh-Raivis-not-again.

Eduard walked to his bedside. "How do you feel?" He asked.

"Lots of pain." Raivis answered, turning to look at him.

Toris looked at his ankle. "Why were you running up the stairs?"

"He said I had to be back in a minute."

The two both nodded in understanding. It couldn't be helped.

"Well, your ankle is badly sprained, but I don't think it's broken." Eduard adjusted his glasses. "You're pretty bruised from the stairs. I'm pretty sure you have a concussion, but I'm not sure and Ivan said he won't let me borrow the car to take you to the doctor's." He smiled slightly. "Just stay in bed for a few days. I'm going to see if I can find a pair of crutches for you, that way you can at least get up to eat and change clothes and stuff. Toris and I can cover your chores until you can walk again."

"Thanks." Raivis sighed. Why was he so clumsy?

"I'll be right back with something to wrap your ankle, and something for the pain." Eduard gestured for Toris to follow, and they left the room. As promised, Eduard soon returned an ACE bandage, a bottle of painkillers, and a glass of water. While Raivis took the painkillers and drank a little because he was thirsty, Eduard wrapped his ankle with the bandage. He then took the glass and left with the promise to bring dinner later and try and check on him often.