AUTHOR'S NOTES: Finally finished up the new chapter! Sorry that it took so long, been pretty busy. Anyway, this was requested by anon and they wanted a Spain x Russia one. I do hope this is to your liking! Sorry that it was late and stuff... :'3

The world meeting was taking its break. All were out and about, talking with one another, having snacks. It was at the refreshment table where Russia stood. Looking over at America, as the boy chatted with Canada, France, Prussia and Spain.

America...

During the whole meeting, America had only done interruptions. Starting fights with other countries and stuff his face with burgers. All this was why Russia had thought that America deserves, a little prank. He was mixing a cup of coffee with a 'special' ingredient added to it. Glancing at the clock, it was only five minutes before the meeting shall begin again. He walked over to the small group of nations and lightly tapped America on his shoulder. Quickly catching his attention.

"Here America," Russia said with that child-like smile of his, offering the cup of coffee. "You ran out of your milkshake so you seem to be needing a drink, da? I went and made one just for you!"

America glanced at the cup of coffee then back at Russia. With a smile, he happily took the cup. "Thanks dude!"

Russia gave America a kind smile before going to take his seat. He looked over, waiting for America to take the sip. Before America was going to take the bait, something unexpected happened.

Spain suddenly began to cough, quickly stopping America from taking his drink.

"Spain!" France called out.

"Here dude, drink this!" America gave Spain the coffee, to which Spain drank. All of it.

"Thanks amigo!" Spain replied, wiping the liquid trailing down his lip.

"Alright everyone, take your seats. The meeting shall begin once again." Germany announced. Everyone had obliged and took their seats.

Damn, now the prank on America had failed. He couldn't give him another, and since Spain drank the whole thing there wasn't else he could do about it now. For most part, he sat and listened to there and listened as the meeting went on. Taking a notes and such. As an hour went by, from the corner of his eye, he could see that Spain was squirming a bit in his seat.

That's right, the drink.

A small smirk appeared on Russia's lips. If he couldn't have any fun with America then it might as well be Spain.

With his thighs tightly squeezed together, Spain sat in his seat wondering what was wrong. He didn't have a small bladder nor did he forget to use the restroom before the meeting started. How could his bladder possibly be this full? Was the coffee he had? No... One simple drink couldn't make him go those badly.

He crossed his legs as he continued to squirm in his seat.

With such actions, of course Russia wasn't the only one to take notice of Spain's predicament.

Spain sat between Romano and France. With all his movement it did caught their attention. Both turned to look at Spain squirm in his seat. They could tell by the movement what was wrong.

From Russia's perspective, he could see they weren't that concern for Spain. Or seeming to help him in the slightest. France seemed to whispered something to Prussia ((who knows why he's even in the world meeting)), but that seemed it. They continued to focus on the meeting a few seconds afterward.

During the meeting, Russia continued to give glances at Spain who's problem was growing more and more desperate by the second. By the time the meeting would be over, Russia knew he would be at his limit.

Glancing at the clock, only twenty minutes were left before the end of the meeting.

Spain's face was flushed. His mouth slightly open, panting softly. The squirming didn't stop. It only grew more.

"And that will dismiss the meeting."

All the nations began to gather their belongings and left the room.

Spain was almost to the door before Russia quickly got in his way and blocked him from leaving. Seeing the Spain's little problem, Russia couldn't help but want to continue it.

"H-Hola, Russia," Spain stuttered, shifting from leg to leg. "I-If you need s-something, c-can it wait? I-I really need to be somewhere r-right now."

Russia looked down at Spain, having that child-like grin of his. "Nah," he said with a cheerful tone. "I think not."

"...W-Wha?"

"You stay right here, da?" Russia's voice was sweet, but there was a hint of darkness to it. "I want to see how long you'll last. It'll be like a game, won't that be fun?"

Spain looked at Russia, face paled. He wouldn't last five minutes. Looking to the side he saw that Romano, France and Prussia were heading out.

"Amigos! Guys!" Spain called out to his friends, hoping that they'll be able to help him with Russia. However, they only glanced at Spain. They did nothing more than that as they left through the door.

That's it.

No one was there to help him. Even his friends left him there with Russia.

His knees were bent slightly. One hand was grabbing onto his crotch while he bounced slightly.

"P-Please," Spain choked out. "I-I really need to use the restroom!" Spain tried to get pass Russia, however with Russia's strength and his full bladder there was no hope in getting around.

"I think not," Russia happily said. "Besides, this is too much fun~"

Spain could feel the tears filling the corner of his eyes. This was his limit. His bladder was ready to burst at any second now. He was trying anything, ANYTHING, to prevent it. Crossing his legs, holding onto his crotch. None to which helped him. A stream a urine began to trial down his leg.

The stream began again once it stopped. A wet patch was now beginning to form infront of his pants. It began to grow larger within seconds. Much to Russia's amusement.

Finally, Spain's bladder had enough. Now full relieving itself. The urine ran down his leg and began pooling underneath him. Despite how much effort he was putting into stopping it, it was no use. His mind yelled for him to stop but he couldn't. Once it had started it didn't stop until his bladder was completely empty.

Spain stood there. Humiliated and wet. He was a grown man, but had an accident like a child.

Russia thought this was all fun in games, until, he heard a soft sob.

Spain... Was crying?

A slight pain began to form in Russia's chest. What was is? The more he looked at Spain the more it began to hurt. Was it... Guilt? Did he feel guilty for he did to Spain?

Without thinking, Russia pulled Spain into a soft embrace.

"I'm sorry," he said. Lifting Spain's chin up, he could see his glossy eyes. They were wide. Due to the shock of Russia's kindness. The distance between them was close when their lips met. Russia was shock when Spain started to kiss back. They held the pose for a few seconds before they pulled away.

Silence.

Neither had anything to say. It wasn't until Russia began to take off his coat and handed it to Spain when he spoke. "Wear this," Russia said. "Lets go get you cleaned up before anyone notices."

Spain looked at Russia, but smiled. Taking the coat and putting it on.

"Thank you, Russia."

AUTHOR'S NOTES: I was trying to get this finished sooner but I had so many distractions. By the way, if you are wondering I do take AUs. The settings can be anything! Hide-and-Seek, someone hurt their ankle and can't walk but needs to go, zombies are everywhere but the person's bladder is full. Settings are real helpful! But enjoy the story and I'll get to the other requests as soon as possible!