Hetalia: The Baltics

15 Snowed In

Morning came too quick and left all of the Nordic nations as tired as they could possibly get. They gathered around in the kitchen, all except for Finland who was still out cold, which left a bugging nervous feeling in them all. "Dane, make me some coffee." The Norwegian yawned, slumping down in a kitchen chair next to him and resting his head onto his shoulder. His head soon slumping down at a weird angle when Denmark actually got up for Norway's coffee.

"What are we suppose to do about Fin and this whole Latvia situation?" Norway finally broke the silence between them all, Sweden simply looked down at the thought of his lover and Estonia did the same. Both of them were worried and both of them wanted answers.

"We can't get Latvia back if we're not using force." Sweden mumbled. "He wants to stay with him so he won't come easily. As for Finland..." His voice faded out as he tried to elaborate on the matter of his boyfriend. "We wait..." He whispered.

Denmark walked back into their circle and handed Nor his coffee, said drink was already being guzzled down by the Norwegian in an attempt to gain energy for the day as quickly as possible.

Estonia raised his head to gaze out the window above the kitchen sink. "It's snowing..." He whispered. "Well duh, we are up north." Denmark rolled his eyes, Estonia simple shook his head. "We're snowed in." He walked over to the window to get a better look. Just as he thought, snow was piled up against all sides of the house and the surrounding homes could not be seen. "And it was so nice yesterday." He mumbled, the only thing going through his mind was how would Latvia escape today if he needed to? How would Estonia be able to even help him?
His heart hurt, it really did, at the thought of the poor Latvian trapped there with Ivan. What kind of crap was that Russian going to pull today?

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They held each other close, only one was awake and that was Lithuania. The only thing he thought about was the man in front of him, the love of his life, Poland. Said nation slept peacefully in the arms of his lover. 'I can't believe he got me out on a whim, so much could've happened if someone saw him helping me out the window. He could've gotten killed.' The thought of Felyks dying was enough to bring Liet to tears, what would he do with his life if something were to happen to him?

Tears streamed down Lithuania's face and he pulled the Pol closer to him. "I'm so sorry." He whispered, his voice shaking with sadness. "I'm sorry I can't be strong for you." Images from the past flashed through his mind, mist of them being Poland protecting Lithuania or Poland getting beat up for him, all because Lithuania wasn't strong enough to fend for himself and all he wanted to do was to protect Pol.

Poland's round green eyes opened slowly at the sound of Liet's voice. His pale hand went up and rubbed his eye softly as he let out a soft yawn. "Good morning." He mumbled tiredly as his vision started to clear and he could see the tears in Lithuania's eyes. Poland panicked. "W-whats wrong!?" He immediately moved closer to him and placed his soft hands on each of his cheeks. "D-does your back hurt? Are you not healed yet???" Lithuania shook his head and tried to laugh the tears away. "No, no." He whispered, a soft smile spreading across his lips as the tears still wet his face. "I just... I love you so much."

He hugged Poland, allowing his head to rest under his chin. Poland buried his eyes into Lithuania's chest, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. "I love you too, Liet." He grinned to himself. "I love you too..."

Italy pranced through the hall to Lithuania and Poland. "Good-a morning!~" He beamed, jumping next to them and startling them both. Germany soon followed him and stood in the doorway. His hair was messy and his cheeks were bright pink, both signs that something happened between the two. "G-good morning." Lithuania stuttered, Poland smiling up at them. "Like, good morning." He, unlike Lithuania, spotted the obvious and he pieced it all together. "Someone got lucky." He smirked at Italy, who responded with a red face full of embarrassment. "F-Felyks!" Lithuania yelled at the Pol who simply laughed.

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Russia kissed the small Latvians cheek softly, his beautiful eyes opening slowly and adjusting to the light. "Good morning love." Ivan's soft voice whispered to him. His gentle fingers brushed the hair from Latvia's face, the small boy rubbing his eyes afterward. "G-good morning." He whispered back nervously. Latvia was still covered in bandages and was still being held in Ivan's strong arms. "I have something planned for us." He smiled. Russia let go of him and rolled out of bed quickly. Oh he had something planned alright, something special. He really loved him, so to Russia, what he was about to do with Latvia was going to be great.

"Come on, I made you breakfast so let's get dressed." He reached out and pulled the unwilling Latvian out of bed. Latvia's body was so easy to lift and control that he didn't have a fighting chance against Ivan. "Here, let's get you into something besides that stiff outfit you always wear."
Russia held Latvia close as he made his way to the Baltics' old room, which made the latter a bit nervous. He didn't want to be in their room, he felt too guilty like it was his fault that all of this happened.

Russia, however, didn't notice Latvia's emotions that were flowing through him, and continued to take him into the room. "Get dressed in some warm clothes, it should snow today and I don't want you to be cold if it does." He smiled and stepped out of the room to give the small Latvian some privacy.

Latvia took advantage of his alone time and just let it out. Tear welled up and streamed down his face as the thoughts of regret and guilt flooded into his mind. 'What do you think you're doing?'

'I can't believe I'm leading him on like this.'

'What have I done?'

'What does Estonia think of me?'

'What does Russia really think?'

"Damn it!" He yelled, slamming his fists against the closet door and falling to his knees in a sad heap. He had given into Russia's will so easily and brushed the ones that were there for him to the side. How could he?

The tears became more frequent and larger on the Latvians face, as much as he hated to show weakness, he always did. Crying was just a form that came less often than the others such as shaking and stuttering.

He fought against his weak side and stood up straight, seeing the heavy blizzard instantly you the window.

It was going to be a long day.

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