Hetalia: The Baltics

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No more wise word thingies :D yayyyyy
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"Let's go!!!" Denmark yelled, his gigantic battle-ax resting over his shoulder. "Shut up Dane." Both Norway and Iceland said in unison, they even had the same look of slight irritation on their faces. "Yeah, so stop bickering and let's go." Sweden's low voice rumbled, slightly frightening the Dane and brothers. "Please..." Estonia said softly, but not loud enough for anyone to hear except himself.

"Let's head out!!!" Denmark raised his ax in the air triumphantly. "Who made you leader?" Norway glared at him. "I did of course!!!"

"Well I don't like it."

"So?"

"Ugh..."

Finland grabbed Estonia's arm and dragged him out, slightly irritated with Denmark and Norway's small fight and wanting to save the small Latvian from the oh so big and powerful Russian.

Sweden followed, of course, and after realizing that they had been left behind the arguing countries ran to catch up. "So! How did you get out?" Denmark asked, a big grin on his face as he rested a hand on Estonia's shoulder. "I... Um... He let me out." Estonia blushed slightly from getting so much attention from all of them. "Wow! Looks like he's getting soft!" Denmark boasted, his grin got bigger. "So how's Lithuania? Is Russia going to... Um... You know." Denmark's smile faded, rape wasn't something the Nordics particularly liked to talk about. It was actually kind of a touchy subject, so none of them really brought it up, ever.

"No, Lithuania is gone, I believe he escaped somehow..." Estonia trailed off deep into his thoughts as they walked down the smooth, white cement. It was obviously new, and so were most of the houses that they had passed by. Looks like Russia's fixing up a little. Estonia thought, out of the many things he could be thinking about.

"So why would Russia, erm..." Finland began, not wanting to finish the question. Estonia snapped out of his dream world and back into the cold reality that life is, was, and forever will be. "I'm n-not sure." Estonia's voice caught in his throat. "He claims to love Latvia."

"Oh..." They both got lost in thought again while Sweden followed quietly and the other three were arguing about who knows what!

-Finland's thoughts-

How could Russia do something like this? Latvia's physical age looks to be only about 16 or 17. That's sick!

'Maybe you should pay him back, you know you want to.' A new voice had entered in Finland's mind now, and he didn't like it, not one bit.

What? Who was that?

'It was me, now listen to me.' The voice replied, a little irritated.

Ok.

'You want to pay him back for all the pain he's caused to everyone, right?'

Of course I do!!! The "voice's" smirk grew slightly, believe it or not, it had a mouth to smile with. Finland hadn't seen it, because it hasn't decided to reveal itself just yet.

'Then listen to me, I can help you if you will take my hand.' A mental image formed in Finland's mind of an outline of a hand, faded away into the darkness just above the wrist.