Hetalia: The Baltics

5 Love for Estonia

Being away from your love is painful. It can make you sick to your stomach, like a kind of home sick. Like being with your love is like being home, and not being home hurts you. Emotionally. But being with your love, hurts you more than being away from home. So in a way... Being without your love is, in fact, worse than being without your home.

But... Home is where the heart is, and your heart lies with your love.

So what's the difference between home and love?

Nothing.

The moon shining through the window, the light landing on Latvia's pale face. His beautiful eyes gleaming. He had stayed up the past two nights, wonder when Russia would unchain him. Assuming that he would, considering he wouldn't let them in the basement yet.

Whatever he's doing to him, it must be horrible.

"Lithuania." Latvia says softly, trying to see if his friend was still awake as he was. "Yes, Latvia?" He was, in fact, awake. His eyes were wide open, he was also unable to sleep due to their friend being down their so long, with how dirty and disgusting that filthy basement was. "When will he let him go?" Tears start to run down the small boys face, he missed Estonia's warm body that he would curl up to in the middle of the night when he would get cold.

He missed that.

"I'm not sure Latvia..." His voice was even softer this time. Filled with fright and exhaustion.

Latvia rolled over into Estonia's spot, where Estonia should be. Where he was ment to be, right next to Latvia. Holding him.

A small tapping noise coming from the window above their bed made both of the tired, but some how wide awake, men (well, man and boy) jump. "Hey guys, like, you should totally open up." A whisper came from a shadowy man out side, but somehow Lithuania knew exactly who it was. "Poland!" He whisper-yelled, trying not to wake Russia up.

Lithuania immediately opened the windown, allowing both freezing air, and a cold Pol to come in.

"What are you doing here Poland? Mr. Russia is going to kill you if he finds out." Lithuania whispered. "I don't care" Poland said, smiling. "I just wanted to see my cute little liet." These words made Lithuania blush.

"So what's happening? Are you guys getting fed enough yet?" He asks, not knowing that his love, Lithuania, gets beat. "N-no... Not yet Pol." He shivered from the cold air. "Well I brought you guys food." He says, holding up a basket full of breads, meats, and cheeses that could last all three of them for days if they rationed it right.