The Lonely Sunflower (Hetalia Russia Story)

Why are you here?

Lithuania knew they had left. He had stopped around the corner and watched Estonia and Latvia depart from the house. They had left. His friends were now free, and he was not. A little regret stabbed at his heart, but the Lithuanian felt that what he was doing was right. After a moment, he turned back around and slowly made his way up the stairs.

It wasn't hard for him to track down which room Russia had fled. Droplets of blood littered the steps and wooden floorboards. The spots soon began clumping together, being more noticeable on the planks. Lithuania followed these traces all the way up to Russia's bedroom. His door was shut, no sound could be heard inside. Was he in there? The Baltic took a deep breath and nervously knocked on the bedroom door.

"M-Mr. Russia?" Lithuania spoke shakily, not knowing what to expect behind the piece of wood separating him from a possible threat. "Can I-I come in...?" No answer. No sound. His answer was silence. That's when he decided to risk everything. Hands shaking, Lithuania took hold of the cold door handle and gently pushed it open.

Lithuania closed his eyes when he took a step into the room, expecting to be hit or slapped for entering without given permission. But, what he expected did not happen. He was not greeted by any pain or anyone. Opening his eyes, Lithuania's gaze drifted towards a large man hugging his knees in the corner of the room. The larger nation had his head bowed, shoulders shaking slightly from his quiet sobs. A small pool of red liquid could be seen on the floor by the Russian's side, the obvious source of the crimson droplets out in the hall. Russia did not acknowledge Lithuania's presence nor did he know he came in.

The Lithuanian bit his lip, slowly approaching the broken Russian. He knelt down next to him, a fear growing at being so closed to Russia.

"M-Mr. Russia.." Lithuania said, staring at the top of Russia's head. Russia sniffed and slowly looked up to meet the brunette nation's stare. His eyes were once again filled with tears, however his whole face looked paler than usual.

"Lithuania..." Russia's voice was hoarse and soft, much to Lithuania's surprise. Not once had he heard such a tone and voice come from Mr. Russia. Today was full of surprises, wasn't it. Lithuania didn't say anything at first, but gave Russia a pitiful stare. Russia stared back, his eyes frequently drifting downwards, avoiding the other's gaze. Not being able to take the awkward silence, Russia spoke, "Wh-What are you doing here...? I thought y-you left.."

"I wanted to see if you were okay." Lithuania replied, glancing down at the blood soaked tan coat the Russian wore. Blood continued to flow, however Russia paid no attention.

"I-I am fine..-" Russia suddenly let out a breathy whimper, clutching his side. His gloved hands, now stained with a warm, sticky fluid, shook slightly as it made contact with his wound. The pain in his side was nothing compared to the pain in his heart. His heart felt as if it was being squeezed and crushed, the pressure increasing by the second.

Lithuania moved his hand towards Russia, wanting to comfort him. "Mr. Russia.. your-"

"Why?" Russia cut in, voice feeble and weak. "Wh-Why do you all leave me? Why does everyone leave me? Why am I always alone?" He looked at Lithuania in a pleading manner, lips trembling as he was once again on the verge of more tears. "Why, Litva? I am not understanding... It hurts..." He trailed off, burying his face into his arms again. The hold on his side tightened, wincing at the throbbing pain. Lithuania watched him, feeling bad for the larger nation.

"Russia..." He began, speaking calmly and gently. "You don't treat others well. You hurt people, and force them to do things they don't want to do. You strip them from their rights and freedom-"

"I-I'm not understanding!" Russia exclaimed, yelping almost instantly after saying those words. "I don't know what you are meaning. I am only doing what is right-"

"But that isn't right, Russia." Lithuania interjected. "Hurting people is never right. You... You don't know how to love." Russia's sniffling silenced at that last word. Love.

L-... Love? What is that word? I have never heard it before.

Russia remained silence for a moment, his whimpering vanishing. "Why are you here?" He asked in a quiet voice, much like a child's. "Why aren't you leaving me?" The brunette didn't answer at first. A small smile appeared on lips as he held out a hand towards Russia.

"You're hurt." Lithuania replied, smiling shakily. When Russia did not take his hand, he slowly took the larger nation's hand in his. "I am wanting to help you. I don't want you to be hurt... I want to heal you." Russia stared wide eyed at the young nation. Help? Why would he help him? No one ever did.

"Y-You.." Russia mumbled as he felt fresh tears appear in his eyes. "Ack!" The Russian winced, the hand holding Lithuania's tightened as a sharp pain shot up his side. His vision suddenly began to blur as his body began to sway. Everything seemed to spin around him. All sound was muffled.

"Mr. Russia?" Lithuania's voice echoed throughout Russia's head. He blinked, trying to focus his eyesight, all attempts failing. "Mr. Russia?"

Before he knew it, he was lying on the ground with someone shaking him to get up. The last thing he remembered before blacking out was someone desperately trying to hold him up, their pleading voice barely making it to his ears.

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A/N: Aaaah, apologises for this chapter. My confidence in this chapter isn't that high. I hope you enjoyed it though (: