Finland, the Alarm Clock (Hetalia Omorashi)

The chains were tightly bound around his wrists, the rust clinging to them drawing blood. It was dark, and it was so cold, he could barely feel his own body anymore. His captor smirked at him. Then, he felt wet. And warm. What the hell?

Denmark jolted awake with a yelp. Another damn nightmare! But what had that feeling been? He sighed and rolled over, hoping to catch a few more hours of sleep before Finland came to wake him up. But as he shifted, he felt wet. Again. And this time, he wasn't dreaming. Mumbling incoherently, he reached his hand down to feel what was there, and instantly froze. His eyes snapped open, and his face went ghostly pale.

How could this have happened? Had he really wet the bed? Tears brimmed at his eyes as he quickly turned to his clock, checking the time. Shit! It was almost seven thirty! Finland would be here to wake him up any damn minute! What the hell was he supposed to do?!

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Finland adjusted his tie, he had woken up an hour ago, just like every morning, to shower, brush his teeth, wash his face, and dress for the day before going to wake up his fellow Nordics. He always saved a few minutes for Denmark, who was a fairly heavy sleeper, and took quite a while to wake up. Sweden was usually always awake, Iceland always woke without much hassle, and greeted Finland in a friendly manor, he had always been nice. Norway was pretty normal, woke up without a fuss, then went through his morning routine while Finland woke the other Nordics. This morning was no exception to any of their regular behavior.

Finland slowly opened Sweden's door and peeked in, to make sure he was awake. As per usual, Sweden was at his desk, quietly working, and as per usual, he glanced over his shoulder, gave Finland a nod, then got back to work. Finland returned the nod with a slight smile, and closed the door. Next up, Iceland.

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Denmark's tears rolled across his burning cheeks, there was nothing he could do now. Finland would enter and see him at any moment now. He let out a quiet sob, the bed under him was soaking with his piss. He was supposed to be the brave one, the strong one, the best of all the Nordics, and here he was, a sobbing mess that had wet the bed because of one silly little nightmare.

He wiped his tears and took a shaky breath, he had to keep Finland out of the room by all means. No matter what, Finland couldn't see this, Denmark didn't think he could live it down if anybody found out what he had done. The bed he was sitting in was getting cold, so much to his embarrassment, he got out of his bed and stood up, examining his soaked pajama pants in horror. He was completely drenched.

This caused his bubbling sobs to resurface, seeing the state he was in, no better than a child. When had it happened? When had he wet the bed? When in the night had his bladder turned against him? He shivered in the cold, uncomfortable, clingy, soiled pants. How was he gonna get out of this?

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There. He had woken Sweden, Iceland, and Norway, and still had enough time to wake Denmark. So he continued walking down the hall, towards Denmark's door. He sighed, the war was about to begin. Denmark had to be the hardest nation on the planet to wake up, he was practically dead while he slept.

Denmark heard footsteps. Small, childish ones. Finland. His eyes widen, and he quickly slammed backwards against the door, holding it closed tightly. He wouldn't let Finland in, not while he was like this.

Finland suddenly heard a loud thud from Denmark's room, and saw the door budge slightly. Curiously, he walked a little faster, and turned the door handle gently, and attempted to push the door in, but it wouldn't move. How strange.

"Denmark? You ok in there? Why are you holding the door shut, exactly?" the blonde inquired, knocking lightly on the door.

"I-I'M PERFECTLY FINE, J-JUST...JUST GO AWAY!" came a cry. Finland was shocked, Denmark sounded afraid, but why would he be? Finland always came to wake him up, every single morning! What did he have to fear?

"Denmark, what is the matter? You don't sound perfectly fine." he responded timidly. Then something caught his attention. A smell. Wafting from under the door. The smell of urine. Finland's eyes widened slightly as he pressed his face to the door, his mouth hovering near the crack.

"Denmark...did you wet the bed?" he whispered, quiet enough so only Denmark could hear him.

Denmark broke into hysterical sobbing and fell to his knees a few feet away from the door. Finland slowly opened it to see Denmark on his knees, furiously swiping at the tears on his cheeks, his pants soaked with urine, matching his bed. Finland's expression was a hard one to read, a mixture of shock, confusion, and sympathy for his Nordic friend.

Finland stood in front of Denmark, looking down on him. Before the poor Danish man could even think, Finland was down on his knees, hugging him tightly, and for some unexplainable reason, this made Denmark feel so much better. When he was finally released, Finland was smiling at him.

"It's no big deal, Den, it was just an accident, they happen. And besides..." Finland fished around in his pocket before pulling out a small clipping from a newspaper. Confused, Denmark grabbed it.

"FLOODING IN COPENHAGEN, DENMARK, LEAVES SEVERAL AREAS SUBMERGED"

Oh. Well, that explains everything. There was a flood. Lovely. Denmark sighed, this bladder control issue was going to last a while.

"Go shower and change, I can handle your bed." Finland's warm, comforting smile was enough to convince Denmark. He couldn't have asked for a better alarm clo-....friend. A better friend. Also, he totally wasn't about to call Finland an alarm clock.