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Russia woke up to the sounds of hushed crying and words from the room down the hall. Normally he would’ve gone back to bed, but something urged him to check it out.
Once in the hallway, it was clear the noises were coming from Latvia’s room. Russia knocked out of politeness but entered without bothering to wait for a response. There he found Latvia crying and Lithuania desperately trying to calm him down while staying as quiet as possible.
Both men looked up at Russia, terror in their eyes. Russia wondered why, he did not notice anything off. That was until he looked closer at Latvia. Latvia’s pants had a large wet spot in the front that trailed down his legs partially. His bed was also soaked in what Russia could only assume to be urine.
Before Lithuania could come up with some sort of excuse for his friend, Russia smiled and asked softly, “What are the tears for? These things can be cleaned, and no one is harmed.”
Latvia’s tears had stopped fully now. “What?” He asked, “You’re not mad?”
”Of course not. младенцы can’t help but wet the bed. Did you have a nightmare, малыш?” Russia replied, walking over to Latvia and helping him stand up off the bed.
Latvia flushed red at Russia’s teasing but nodded, knowing better than to not answer the older man.
”Don’t worry, big brother Lithuania will clear your sheets while I make sure you’re clean. Then you need to get back to sleep; I don’t want a cranky baby in the morning.” Russia explained, holding Latvia close. Both Latvia and Lithuania froze from the odd reaction.
After regaining his composure, Lithuania began to strip the bed of its duvet and sheets. Russia smiled at Lithuania and then led the still-in-shock younger Baltic country into the bathroom. Inside, Russia undressed Latvia quickly before moving to wipe the boy’s thighs and groin with toilet paper.
”I can do it,” Latvia said, face still red as a cherry.
”No need, малыш, Mama will do it,” Russia insisted as he wiped Latvia clean. The other man just stood there in confused, had Russia just referred to himself as “Mama”?
When Russia finished, he sat the younger man on the open toilet and then sat on the edge of the bathtub. He began to fill the tub with lukewarm water, letting it get about 1/3 of the way before stopping it. Latvia squirmed at the idea of Russia trying to bathe him but was relieved when Russia yelled out, “Lithuania, bring the wet things in here.”
Lithuania obeyed, even placing them in the tub once instructed.
”Anything that is not wet can go in the laundry basket, as I want them washed later just in case. Then you may go to bed once more,” Russia ordered.
Lithuania just nodded, saying good night to Latvia before leaving the bathroom.
Russia turned to Latvia again, “I think it’s be best if you sleep the rest of the night with me, малыш.” Latvia just nodded, too nervous to argue. Russia then stood up and guided Latvia out of the bathroom and towards his dresser. “First, we must get you dressed,” Russia continued. He picked a light blue pajama set and squatted down, having Latvia step into the open pants, before standing back up and pulling the shirt over the younger’s head, maneuvering his arms into the sleeves. Russia smiled, “There, now we must get you back to bed.”
"But…" Latvia mumbled.
”Yes, малыш?” Russia asked patiently.
”Don’t I need underwear?” Latvia answered nervously.
”There are some in my bedroom. Come,” Russia spoke as he led the smaller man back to his room.
Once in his room, Russia went into the closet and fetched something from inside a box on the top shelf. It took Latvia a second to register what it was, but once he had, he was shaking. It was a bright pink pull-up with princess designs on it. He wasn’t really going to have to wear that…right?
Russia called him over but Latvia was frozen still. The older man sighed and walked back to the other, pulling him pants down swiftly and openly the pull up. “Step,” He instructed.
Latvia’s stomach did flips as he fought himself internally. After a minute of no movement, Russia ordered again, “Step, unless you want a spanking.” Latvia whimpered but managed to step into the pull-up, trembling as Russia pulled it up his legs. The man patted his covered butt twice and chuckled, “You look cute like this, малыш.” He then pulled the boy’s pants back up and led him to lay on his bed with him.
"Russia—" Before Latvia could finish, he was interrupted, “Do not call me that; call me Mama, малыш.”
Latvia squirmed as he got comfortable under the blankets, Russia laid next to him and held him close in an attempt to soothe him.
"Mama…" Latvia squeaked, his face getting hot as Russia clutched him to his chest.
”Yes, малыш?” Russia asked, shutting his eyes and resting his chin on the boy’s head.
“Good night,” Latvia had changed his mind on arguing, too tired to face punishment.
”Good night, малыш,” Russia said with a kiss to the younger’s hair.