AUTHOR'S NOTES: A request from luvz-blonde-guyz, sorry these take so long! I've been working on other stories. But I'll try to get them all done as soon as I can. Until then, enjoy this new chapter! Another Spain Omorashi as requested!

The distance between his home and Romano's wasn't long, however, it would still be tough for a child to travel alone.

Spain told Romano time and time again that he could escort him to his home only for the young Italian to deny his offer. Stating that he wasn't a child that needed to be taken care of.

Funny, seeing as how he still wet the bed at night.

As Romano went off to travel back home Spain couldn't help but follow him to make sure his trip home was save. Romano was know for getting in trouble quite often and was a klutz. The road ahead would be dangerous for the young nation and Spain couldn't let anything happen to his young henchmen.

The only thing he didn't expect was that Romano had left earlier than expected. Spain had to quickly get dress to make sure he was able to keep a close eye on Romano while he was on the journey.

He stayed close behind as Romano walked along the path. From time to time Romano would turn back to look behind him, Spain was always close to being caught. He didn't want Romano think that he didn't think he could handle himself. He was just worried for him.

"What a cute nation. He would be better as French territory, non~?"

Spain almost screamed at the sudden Frenchmen behind him. "Oh, it's just you," Spain sighed.

France has always been trying to get Romano to be his, which Spain would never let him. Romano was his! France may have fought Romano countless of times but Spain would always win. There was no way he would let this Frenchmen has his little Romano.

"Hey Spain, how about you give him to me! I'll treat him well~"

He was always so determined to get nations. It was almost scary.

"I already told you, you can't have Romano."

"Come on~ Don't be like that! He'll be much happier with me!"

"I already said n-"

"I KNEW YOU WERE FOLLOWING ME!"

Both older nations turned to see little Romano standing there glaring at the two. He seemed to have over heard them and walked over.

"I KNEW YOU DIDN'T TRUST ME! SPAIN, YOU JERK!"

Romano had then dashed off to god knows where.

Spain sadly watched as he ran off. He had hurt his little Romano. He never meant it, he was only worried for the young nation.

"Oh poo, there he goes."

Spain turned and glared at France. "This is all your fault! Thanks to you, Romano had ran off!"

Before France had a chance to reply, Spain had left after Romano.

Oh well, he'll have to try again another time.

"Romano!" Spain called out for the young nation. But there was no reply. To make matters worse he felt a twitch in his bladder. Damn, he had left earlier to catch up to Romano he didn't have time to use the bathroom. But there wasn't anytime to use the restroom at this moment. He had to find his Romano and quickly.

Who knows what could be happening to him right now.

"Spain..."

He stopped in his tracks. The voice was faint but he was certain that it was Romano.

"Spain, you jerk..."

He ran toward the direction where the voice was at. However, he had stopped when he saw who was there.

The Ottoman Empire.

He was a wicked strong empire and Spain knew if he got into a war with him it'll be the last of him.

He hid in the bushes and tried to think of a plan. What was worse than having to watch his little henchmen be captured was that his bladder was filling up. It was already filled when he had left his home and now it was getting to a point where he might not be able to hold it any second longer.

"Spain... You stupid jerk come save me..."

Romano...

If only Romano could act more like this when he was being captured.

Seeing as how this was for Romano, he would risk anything for him.

"Finding a nation here was sure lucky," The Ottoman Empire chuckled. "Better start heading back."

That thought was cut off when suddenly a bull came out of nowhere and smashed into his cart, catching the young nation. The Ottoman Empire watched as such action was taken. He looked to see another nation standing there, protecting the young nation.

Did a nation like this man really think he could stand a chance to him?

"What a small, weak nation you are," The Ottoman Empire said as he scanned Spain. "Do you really think you can stand a chance against me?"

Spain was surprised his bladder didn't release right then and there. But he could feel that it had began to throb. Not much time left. He could feel a stream of urine escape him.

"You will not take Romano!" Spain held his stance, ready to fight for his little henchmen. "I will protect Romano at all cost!"

Their eyes met. Staring each other down.

"Alright."

...What?

Spain stared at the larger nation, shocked. Did he really just let him go?

"I'll let you go for now, but if we meet paths again it means war." With that, the Ottoman Empire had left.

Spain was still dumbfounded at what just happened. That thought was cut off as another stream of urine escaped him. Damn, he almost forgot. He looked to see Romano passed out on his bull.

"Bull, take care of Romano."

With a nod from the bull, Spain left into the forest. It was his fault for having to wait this long. He had never felt his bladder be so full. He tried to quickly get his armed off, but, it was taking him quite awhile. If he hadn't spend time saving Romano, his bladder wouldn't be this full.

But he had to save him. Romano was his.

Although his bladder didn't care for that. Another stream escaped. He tried hurrying but it only put more strain on his bladder making him release even more.

God, he didn't know if he would stop himself from wetting himself completely.

'Hurry! Hurry!'

The more he struggle the more he released. He never knew how complicated his clothing were.

His bladder couldn't take much more of it. Despite how much his mind yelled at him not to, his body didn't listen. Within seconds, warm urine began to trial down his legs.

The relief felt so good to him, but his cheeks flushed as he realized what he was doing.

To what seemed like hours, it finally stopped. He looked down to see the damage. The urine pooled underneath him however it didn't show on his armer.

He sighed as he made his way back to the bull. He'll have to change and get a bath when they get back.

Hopefully Romano doesn't wake up on their way back home.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: I'm surprised what I can get done when I ignore everything else and just get down to writing! But, I'm working on other stories that has my interest but I won't forget this one! The others are more to help with my writing skills. Which I do hope is working. Feel free to put a request! I'll try to get to them as soon as possible!