Locked out and Cuffed - Hetalia Romano Omorashi

WARNING: Heatlia, Spamano, mild bleeped cursing, and wetting/pee desperation, if that upsets or disturbs you, please don't read.
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 "I'll see you in a few hours." Spain said, then kissed Romano on the cheek. Prussia muttered something about going to be late behind him. Romano cursed at Spain as he checked the time, seeing that he was indeed going to be late.

 "Go you b*stard! You're going to be f***ing late again!!!" Romano whined to his boyfriend, about ready to kick him out the door.

 "Okay, okay. Now be good and take care of the house." Spain said before Prussia started dragging him out of the doorway. "I love you!!" He shouted, and with that, France locked, and shut the door behind them.

~Later-

 It had simply been a few minutes, and now the Italian was bored, he always got this way. He would get frustrated with someone and yell, telling them to leave him alone. But when someone actually would leave him alone, he got sad and a lonely faster then he could realize. That's why Italy and Spain were pretty good for him, their stupid nature of caring so much for their loved ones. He hated and love it. He let the next hour drift by unnoticed.

 He was laying half on half off the couch, thinking about Spain. A good half hour pasted. Then he got up, feeling a his bladder had become slightly full, he made his way to the bathroom, when he went to turn the knob, he noticed that it was locked. D*mn it, Spain He thought, Spain had managed to lock the bathroom door, again. Well, if he pissed everywhere, it was Spain's fault. Just like when he was little.

 He left the bathroom door, and went back to couch, laying down for a while, boarding himself again for quite some time. Then he remembered that Spain kept a collection of different board games in the drawing room, which was mainly Spain's office because Romano had never been very interested in drawing, nor very good, Italy had always showed him up.

 After walking into the drawing room, he decided to make it quick. The room was messy, mostly papers everywhere. He opened the closet and found a pack of cards, he set it on the desk that was beside the closet. He pulled out a few two player games before finding a jigsaw puzzle. Spain had bought a few for him for when he had to work and couldn't stop to play anything.

 The Italian pulled out the two he could see and put everything else back, excluding the cards. He went to grab the cards when he saw a very shiny something. He quickly sat down the games and picked up the object. It was one of the thing that police would have. He had need seen one being used. He looked at it with eagerness, it looked new and entertaining. For a second he thought he should maybe leave it alone, many times his brother had managed to get himself stuck by things he didn't know. But it was too fascinating.

 He looked down at the table. The other end was tightened around one of the legs. He wondered, putting his hand through it and clamping it shut. Oh Sh*t he thought, seeing he had managed to get himself trapped. He started crying. Spain wasn't going to be back for another, at least, 2 hours. He was no better then Italy right now. Why did he think it was such a good idea.

 After an hour of sitting down and playing Solitare with himself, he put back the cards and set then gently them on the desk. He went to grab the box of puzzle pieces blindly and ended up knocking Spain's wine glass over onto his head. Luckily it didn't break, but now Romano was cover in sticky wine, and his outfit was stained. He began cursing until he felt his bladder begging for attention.

 No, not now. Come on you tomato b*stard! Romano began whining to himself. He tried adjusting his position, but it only worsened his need, now he pressed his legs together. Spain! Please come home early! He begged, as he put his free hand between his legs. He really didn't want to have to wet himself, he would feel like Italy. Being looked at like a child instead of the adult he is. (Yes, Italy is a technical adult, being 20)

 A half hour pasted, he could feel every second tick by, his bladder tightening, and his hair sticking up at odd angles. His abdomen began to hurt, all the pressure weighting down like a ton of bricks. Suddenly, he felt his bladder release a small bit of urine. He gasped in panic as he stopped the small flow. He wasn't going to last very long if his bladder was going to start this.

 About 15 minutes later, he felt his bladder release a little more urine causing the burnett Italian to grip himself harder, trying so hard to stop himself from wetting. He could feel his bladder start giving in.

 He closed his eyes tightly and just wished for Spain to get home. With that he could hear the lock of the door click, and Spain yell "I'm home!" just like he always would.

 "Spain! YOU B*SARD!!! COME HERE!!!!" He screamed, his bladder ached again for good measure on the poor small, Italian. The Spaniard ran in, his eyes widened at the scene. His wine was spilt all on his little Roma... it looked like he had managed to get his hand stuck in the handcuffs he had been examining. Romano had cards and jigsaw puzzles laid on the desk. He had tried to entertain himself while being stuck here. How cute.

 Spain grabbed the key to the cuffs, slipping it into the slot and turning it, Romano stood up and ran out of the room to the best of his ability, Spain followed him. Romano paused at the door, reaching for the door knob he felt his bladder let go, his thin frame melted, he drenched his pants with the warm feeling of his own piss. Spain starred, at the small Italian, he had never been so turned on by such a scene.

 Romano instantly began wailing, he didn't mean too, he really didn't. When he felt the arm of Spain meet him, he shivered, the touch was so familiar it felt unreal. Spain kissed his neck, whispering something about it all being okay and that he was still beautiful~