Hetalia: The Baltics

4 Mr. Russia's Personalities

Switching emotions is easy, especially if you have a muli-personity disorder. One day you can be cheerful and loving, the next you can be full of hate and ready to beat someone up. Or you can be calm one day and just be in a kind of 'middle mood', where you feel neither love nor hate.

Someone could die and you could have no emotion, just simply sit there and think why should I care? It could even be your best friend, and you would just sit there, emotionless. Like the horrible person you are, or people think you are

"What are you guys doing!?" A high pitched voice coming from the small body of Lithuania awakens both Latvia and Estonia. The frightened Lithuanian was staring at them, staring because Latvia was on top of Estonia, both of them shirtless with a blanket covering their waists, making it look.... weird.
Latvia slowly opens his eyes, realizing what the man was talking about. "I-its not what you think!!!!" His voice sounded scared. What if it was what he thinks. He thought.

The small boy sat up quickly, both his and Estonia's waists (and others) touching. Estonia opened his eyes and sat up swiftly, hitting heads with Latvia. "Ow!!!" They both cried. "What are you talking about!?" Estonia asked, looking at Lithuania as he rubbed his head. "What you two are doing." He pointed out, and Estonia realized how it looked. "WE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!!!"

He pulled back the covers and revealed that they were both in boxers. "H-he just looked hot so I took his shirt off" He tried to explain, but not making it sound any better. "Ah..." Lithuania smiled, making Latvia blush. He hadn't see Lithuania smile very often, only when poland would sneak over and talk to him. "I didn't mean it like that!" Estonia's voice cracked. "I just..."

"We know." They both said, a smile on both of their faces. "I just thought... It was about time." Lithuania said. "You guys are so in love... So I assumed."

Estonia and Latvia blushed, actually, it was more than a blush. Their faces were more of a red embarrassment kind. "I-i....ah..." Neither of them knew what to say. They both shared feelings for each other, but neither of them knew the other had liked them back.

They had both hoped, though.

Suddenly the door flew open, Mr. Russia wasn't being so quiet when he entered a room this time. It was clear on his face that he was angry, about what they didn't know.

"You guys aren't ready?" He almost yelled. He pulled the whip he beat Lithuania with out from his coat. "Somebody needs to be punished."

Estonia pulled Latvia on his lap and held him close while pulling Lithuania too his side. They were all scared, the smiles on their faces were gone now, and what was left was a look of fear. A look of worry.