Hetalia: The Baltics

3 Entertaining the guest.

Hate and jealousy are both felt in the heart. So is pain, not the physical kind, but the kind that comes from jealousy or from words, the hateful kind of words. Nobody likes to feel pain in the heart. Especially when it comes from watching someone you love being forced to love someone else. Its even worse when you're left unable to do anything about it.

Its a bad feeling. It will also tear your heart apart.

"H-hello... Mr. France." Latvia says, looking down at his feet, nervously. He didn't want to 'entertain' him. He wanted to work with Estonia and Lithuania. "Hello little one~" The Frenchman says, pulling the young boy close to him. He unbuttons Latvia's coat slowly, looking into his eyes. Latvia looks away shyly as he pulls of his coat and begins to move his hands up his shirt. "You're so small ~" he whispers, feeling his ribs making the young boy uncomfortable.

Estonia watched as the one he loved was touched by this older guest. That should be me. He thought, jealousy creeping up on him. The fact that he couldn't save him made the man angry. He wanted so badly to just push the ugly blonde away from his love, and hold him. But he couldn't, for if the man wasn't 'entertained' enough, the blame would go to Latvia, and he would be punished. Estonia wouldn't be able to stand to hear his loves screams.

Latvia's shirt now off, the Frenchman begins to kiss and lick his neck. The young boy shaking. France has never gone this far before. He thought, and he was right. France would only touch his waist up, with just his hands. Sometimes kissing him, but that didn't bother him. Just the touching would catch him off guard every time.

He was pushed onto the couch and the blonde man got on top of him. He's never done this before. "W-what are y-y-you doing?" Latvia manages to get out in a stutter. "Entertaining myself." He replies, looking at Latvia with a devilish smirk on his face. He began to unbutton and unzip the boys pants, slowly pulling them down to the edge of his long underwear before he kicked France off.

He got up and tried to run to his room, but not making it very far before he had tripped over the sleeves of his pants. "You little-!!!" France began to say, but stopped before he could swear. "You'll pay for this!!!" He got on top of the boy laying in the hallway, and pulled his pants off quickly. The Latvian was now partially naked, except for his boxers, his small body quivering with fear. "N-no!!!" He squirmed, trying to get out from under the heavy man.

The Frenchman planted a powerful punch on the side of the young boys face. He began punching him more, one after the other, harder and harder. He then began to hit him on the rest of his body, in his stomach, on his legs, and eventually his special spot. The small boy began coughing after he hit there, he couldn't breathe the wind was knocked out of him so hard.

The Frenchman smirked, unbuckling his belt getting ready to pull it off and beat him with it. "What are you doing?" The smiling Russians voice came from behind France. "Only I get to hit them." He was mad. "And only I get to touch them that way." Not that he ever did, but be was protective of them, not letting love ever be forced on any of them. In a way, Latvia kind of liked him for that. "I-im sorry Mr. Russia." France said, nervously before he was pulled back by his long hair by the Russian. "Get out of my house." He whispered in his ear. He let go of his hair, letting the Frenchman run out of the house and down the street.

"Th-thank you, Mr. Russia." Latvia says softly, he was weak and bloody from being beaten by the horrible man. "Da..." The Russian said, picking the small boy up and walking into the Baltic's room. He pulled out Latvia's sleeping garments, a T-shirt and a pair of boxers, and began to dress him. Putting on his boxers first so he was covered up quickly, then he put the shirt on his frail body slowly. "Go get cleaned up." He finally said, planting a kiss on his right cheek. "Y-yes Mr. Russia." Latvia said, blushing slightly. He walked down the hallway where France tried to take him, and discovered a big, bloody stain that estonia would have to spend hours of scrubbing to get the stain out. Estonia doesn't need to so that. He thought. I can do it for him.
He knew how much work Estonia had to put in to clean the carpets. He would scrub so hard for so long that he would be trembling from exhaustion before he would be done.

He finally made it to the bathroom, and began to scrub off the blood that had dried on his face. Why did Russia put me in my sleeping clothes? He thought. And why is he being so nice to me? Did he do something? Or was he serious about him being the only one to touch us like that? Maybe he wants to.

These thoughts continue to race through his mind as he scrubs the last bit of blood off of his pale face.

"Estonia, Latvia, and Lithuania!" The soft voice of the Russian rang through the mansion. "Come to the dining hall!" Latvia made his way to the dining hall quickly, not wanting to make Russia mad.

Once he was there he found Russia, Lithuania, and Estonia, sitting at the long black table, with the food they had made. "Sit down." Mr. Russia said, he looked happy. Latvia looked around and took a seat next to Estonia, finding that everyone was wearing their sleeping clothes. Why is he doing this? He thought.

"Eat." All three of the servants look at Russia with a confused look on their faces. Eat? This isn't a funny joke. Latvia thought. "A-are you sure?" Estonia finally spoke up. "Yes, I cannot eat so much food all by myself." The Russian replied, still smiling. "Do you not want to eat?" He asked. "H-he didn't mean it like that." Latvia said, nervously. "It's just that we have never eaten at the dining table before." He smiled, trying not to make the situation go bad. "Oh. Well now you will." He said. "So eat."

They all began to eat, filling their plates full with delicious food, and still having more after that. I've never had food that tasted this good. Latvia thought as he gobbled down a mountain of food.

I'll never be full.

That night, all four of them went to bed with a full stomach.

"Estonia." Latvia whispered, scooting next to him in the bed. "Can you hold me?" The Estonian man blushed as his love said theses words. "I-im scared that... F-France will..." He began to say. "Of course." Estonia said, cutting him off. He pulled the small boy close to him and wrapped his arms around him softly. "Is this good?" He asked. "Yes." The Latvian was blushing, cuddling up to Estonia's warm body and eventually falling asleep without having to hear the screaming of his dear friend, Lithuania.

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Sorry if you didn't like it ^^" I didn't know what to write for the rest so I just went with it.

But I'm not ending the story here.

I DONT HAVE ANYTHING AGAINST FRANCE IN FACT I LOVE HIM