Misunderstood

I Pose No Harm

Russia saw stars as soon as his head rebounded off of the floor. His vision blurred and Russia felt like throwing up.
"Please, stop."
A laugh, and a kick to his side. Russia flinched and curled himself in a fetal position.
" I don't think so, klaida."
Russia wanted to cry. He didn't know much Lithuanian, but that word had become very familiar with him for the last few weeks.
Another kick, this time to his temple. But this time it was weaker than Lithuania's. Estonia laughed.
" You two are j-j-just senseless cities on an ice block."
Russia felt adrenalin course through his body. No, no, no. Wrong thing to say. So wrong.
Lithuania looked at Russia with pure hatred and took a long knife out of his boot.
What a foolish thing to say.
Why, Russia, why?
Lithuania twirled the knife in his hand, then knelt next to Russia.
" My goodness, someone is feeling brave today. You must like having scars on your neck. Hmm?"
Russia's breath quickened as he felt his white scarf, now stained with mud and dark blood, was removed from where it sad comfortably on his wide shoulders.
The cool blade was pressed into Russia's neck, but brought back quickly.
Estonia pulled a small vial from the back of his pocket, and took the knife from Lithuania.
" Try this. It'll put that snow-witch in his place."
Lithuania took back the now dripping knife, and cut deeply into Russia's neck.
The last thing Russia remembered was Lithuania and Estonia's laugher fading off into the background.

Latvia looked up from his laptop as he heard footsteps trampling up the basement stairs.
" Brothers! Hello! Where is Russia?" Latvia stood and tried to go to the door of the basement, but his route was blocked by Lithuania and Estonia.
" Why would you care, Latvia?" Estonia asked. " He is always so mean to us."
Latvia shrugged. " He feeds us, and lets us stay here, with him, I'd stay that he is pretty nice to us."
Lithuania rolled his eyes. " He keeps us here. We cannot leave, Latvia! That can only mean one thing- we, are, slaves." He depicted the three words clearly, and then mumbled, " C'mon. It's time for bed."
The three baltics headed for the stairs, and once they were in their room, they got ready and went to bed.

Latvia waited until he was sure that his brothers were asleep. Then, he carefully pulled himself from his warm sheets and bit his tounge as he pushed himself out of bed and onto the cold floor. He was going to help Russia, because if Latvia was correct about his suspicions, Russia wouldn't be able to see straight for at least two days.