Hetalia: The Baltics

2 cleaning up

Continuing work, even when your body is giving up is horrible. Your muscles, tired, causing you to shake with every move you make. To continue more work while letting your friends do the easy job is hard. But when you love them, you would do anything for them. Especially when you have more than just a family love for a certain one. When you have feelings for them.

That's how Estonia feels.

Sweat dripping down his pale face, scrubbing with all his might. "Latvia." Estonia whispers, looking over at him. "Go work with Lithuania, I can scrub the rest of the blood out." His voice was shaky, just like the rest of his worn out body. "A-are you sure?" Latvia stutters, consern for his friend in his voice. "I can h-help you." "No. Just go work in the kitchen, I got this." He noticed how badly Latvia's tiny body was shaking, he was worried about him. He didn't want him to collapse on the job and get punished. He wouldn't be able to stand hearing Latvia's screams all night, Lithuania's was bad enough, but he loved Latvia.

"O-ok Estonia." Latvia says quietly, not wanting to leave his friend alone in a house like this. You see, Latvia shares the feelings Estonia feels for him. And he didn't want his friend to be hurt by Russia.

He stood up and wiped sweat off of his forehead, his small legs shaking from exhaustion. "Be careful." He says, looking down at Estonia before walking up the steps to the kitchen.

Estonia continues to scrub the carpeted steps, trying his hardest to get the blood stains out. "How sweet." A soft voice says, coming from behind Estonia causing him to jump. "You know you two can't be together. You both work for me and you have to focus on your jobs. Especially Latvia, he cannot have a distraction like this." He says, his voice dark and angry, sending a shiver up Estonia's spine. "Y-yes Mr. Russia." His voice weak and tired from all the scrubbing. "Good."

"Lithuania." Latvia says with his soft, shaky voice. Lithuania was chopping as fast as he could, trying to make as much food as possible, hoping they get to eat the left overs. "Yes Latvia?" He says, blood soaking through the back of his shirt slightly. "I-i'm here to h-help you." He stuttered, grabbing a knife and a clean chopping board. "I don't need help." His voice was shaking and his eyes were filled with tears. He was terrified.

"Yes you do." Latvia says, grabbing a carrot and setting it on the board softly. "Whatever, just chop them small." He said, continuing his chopping.

Latvia watches and copies Lithuania, trying not to mess up, he goes slowly.

"Hurry guys." Estonia says as he walks in. His body shaking. "The guest will be here soon." Blood dripping from a cut just above his left eyebrow. He looks at Latvia, worry in his eyes. He knew who the guest was and be was worried about the boy he loved. "We'll hurry." Latvia says, looking away from Estonia. He knew who was coming just by looking at Estonia's worried eyes. He was scared, he was always the one that had to 'entertain' the guests. Maybe it was because he was small and easy for the guests to control, or maybe the guests preferred him.

Either way, Latvia hated his job. He hated being pushed around and grabbed at every time Russia would have guests over for 'business'.

"If you don't make enough food this time, none of you will be fed tonight." Russia's voice came from the entrance of the kitchen. He walked lightly for such a heavy person, and he could sneak up on a fly. Thats only one of the reasons he was so scary, and because of that they always watched what they said.

"Yes Mr. Russia." Lithuania said softly, keeping his head down as he chopped in fear. "Good." He said, walking out, his steps still light. Estonia grabbed a knife and chopping board and joined his friends, helping them make the food.

Once everything was done, all the food letting off wonderful, delicious, sents that made them hungry, and tempted them to take just a nibble off of the edges of the dishes. They never got fed enough to get nourishment, so when each of them would take off their shirts you could see their bones, each of them weighed no more than 130 lbs. Latvia being the smallest weighing just under 75 pounds, and Estonia being the heaviest weighing 125 pounds, with Lithuania weighing anything in between the two weights.

Their stomachs growled as they started to set the table, laying the pure white table cloth over the black table. Setting the dishes of food on it. Setting out plates and silverware for the guest and their master. They were starving. "Why can't we eat like this?" Latvia asks, his stomach growling even more. "Because... It doesn't work that way. We work for Russia. Only the powerful people get what they want." Estonia replies, he was hungry too, and he wanted so badly to feed Latvia, but he knew they would be punished. He just wanted the one he loved to have a full belly when he slept for once in his life. And the fact that he couldn't do that for him tore his heart into pieces. It's all he wanted.

"Oh." Latvia's soft voice rang through the large dining hall. "We still need to make the desert." Lithuania says, his voice sounded slightly proud of how much they made. They were all excited, hopefully getting leftovers. "Ok." Estonia says, a hint of excitement in his voice as well. They start to make their way to the kitchen. "Wait." Russia's voice comes from behind them. "Latvia, the guest is waiting for you." He smirked. "Y-yes Mr. Russia." He hung his head low, the excitement draining from his body. "Come on." Russia grabs his arm and leads him to a room. "Have fun." He says, leaving Latvia a lone in the foom with the guest, France.

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