The Lonely Sunflower (Hetalia Russia Story)

Fear Me?

A/N: Sorry for such a late update! I've been really busy and have been having major writer's block. From now on, I will try to update as often as I can!

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"L-Lithuania?" Latvia walked up to his fellow Baltic, arms full with freshly cleaned plates. "I am needing help in putting these away." His trembling hands made the the plates clatter together. Smiling, Lithuania leaned over and relieved the young Baltic from the weight of the plates.

"Don't worry, Latvia." He said softly. "I will put these away. We can't risk you breaking another one of Mr. Russia's plates." Latvia gave him a shaky smile. "Y-Yes, thank you, Lithuania."

The Baltics were at their normal routine of chores and cleaning up Mr. Russia's house. Lithuania was handling the main hall, Latvia with the kitchen and dining room, and Estonia with the library and guest rooms (it's not like many guests come over, but good to keep it clean just in case).

"I just swept the floors inside the library." Estonia entered the main hall, looking worn down. In his hand was a battered broomstick, in the other was a simple book.

"What book is that, Estonia?" Lithuania questioned, seeing the novel. "Mr. Russia will be very angry if he sees you reading his books without permission!" Estonia waved the book in his hand dismissively.

"I don't care about him or what he says." A tone of hatred in his voice. "Besides, this book holds different locations on where people like to visit. I was thinking, when we leave this place, we can escape to somewhere nice and... safe."

"If we manage to leave.." Lithuania said softly, shifting his hold on the plates. Estonia walked up to the two nations.
"We will leave this place and we will be free from Russia."

Slam

The Baltics' little chat was disrupted by the loud slamming of the front door. Russia stormed in, obviously not in a good mood. The plates in Lithuania's hands clattered together as his shaking arms struggled to keep them from moving. Russia stopped right in the middle of the main hall, standing before the three Baltic nations. The three nations stared at the larger nation in silence. Lithuania froze where he stood.

Oh no... He doesn't look happy, yet he doesn't look mad... What's going to happen to us?

"W-Welcome back, Mr. Russia." Lithuania greeted softly. Russia frowned at his greeting, sending a chill down his spine. Usually, Russia would give him a smile in return, however there was no sign of that normal smiile anywhere on his face.

"Estonia," Russia said softly walking up to the blonde nation, "why are you having my book in your hands?" Estonia felt his blood turn to ice. Standing tall, he took a shaky step towards the larger nation.

"I was looking at it, R-Russia..." He spoke, keeping the fear hidden from his voice. "Is something wrong with that?"

"Da," Russia replied taking a step forward, "there is much wrongness in that. You are needing to be asking me permission before touching my belongings... You have been much of the disobedience." Estonia would usually start trembling now, however he did not. Instead, he glared up at Russia, putting his hands to his hips.

"I am? I'm not sure I understand you, Russia." Estonia retorted. "What are you going to do, huh? Punish me?" Russia blinked, noticing the change of tone in his voice. That wasn't the silent, frightened Estonia he knew.

"Da, of course. You are needing to be taught a lesson." He looked at Estonia with a look of pure innocence. Lithuania stared in fright. Something was going to happen. One of them will say something effective against the other and the one getting harmed will be them. There's no other possibility.

Then it happened. Estonia had defied all the logics of Russia's house.

It happened so quick, yet so much happened in that little amount of time. Before he realised it, Lithuania was looking down at Russia. Down. He was clutching his face, whimpering very softly. Estonia stood, fist still made and in midair. His face showed no regret in what he had just done. In all honesty, he felt proud of his action. Lithuania and Latvia stared in shock and fear.

"E-Estonia!" Lithuania hissed feeling chills crawl down his spine. "Why did you hit Russia?!" He gave him a he's-going-to-kill-us-now look, glancing at Russia, who remained covering his face, softly wincing.

"He deserves it, for treating us like... like shit!" Estonia shouted glaring at Russia. He was about to say what else he'd been meaning to yell at the large nation, but was soon hushed when Russia began to stand back on his feet. Once again, he towered over the Baltics, but now his cheerful face was replaced by a frown. Blood trickled from his mouth, a result from Estonia's punch. Estonia gulped, feeling his old sense of fear creep back.

Russia took a step forward. Lithuania shuddered.

Oh god, Estonia, what have you done...?

Another step towards Estonia.

You're dead, Eduard.

Russia was a foot away from Estonia. The Baltic glared up at him, but secretly screaming inside. Latvia was trembling for Estonia, as if he was the one about to get punished. Lithuania watched, desperately wishing some miracle would happen so no one would get hurt. As he silently wished for something to happen, something did. Something no one was expecting. Another unexpected action.

Instead of being met with a cold, metal pipe to the head, Estonia felt two hands roughly push him aside as a pair of heavy footsteps ran out of the hallway and up the stairs. The Baltics were left in a Russia empty room, completely confused. For once they had been of disobedience, but received no punishment. None of them knew the expression Russia had on his face as he left. Their eyes were shut tight, expecting to hear the sound of pain and cries of one of their fellow nations. To their ears fortune, they heard none of that. Only the sound of the larger nation's footsteps fading away as he distanced himself from the three.

"What..." Lithuania broke the silence. He stared after Russia, still comprehending what happened. "He didn't... hurt us."

"That felt good." Estonia scoffed, rubbing his hand. A smirk crawled on his face. "It was time he felt the taste of his own medicine." He turned to Lithuania and the shaking Latvia, who remained silent.

"Toris," He spoke strongly, "Raivis, we're leaving here. Tomorrow morning. We are leaving this damned place. We'll be free... Are you with me?"

Latvia answered with a shaky nod, a smile crawling on his lips.

Estonia looked at Lithuania, "Toris?"

Lithuania looked over at the door Russia exited. Something didn't feel right, but he wasn't going to just throw away a pass to freedom. Putting on a smile, he nodded.

"Yes, I'm in." He said cheerfully. As he answered, he couldn't help but feel a slight dread in his heart. Something wasn't right. But what was it?

What was making this celebratory news... not so happy?