Russian roulette

chapter 3 words cannot describe it.

I walk next to Sweden and Finland, partly hidden by the larger countries. We knock on England's door.
" You found Latvia?! My god I heard he was missing and possibly frozen!" England said rushing us in.
" He might have well been! Mr.Sweden and I found him in the snow."
" You were a big muscular figure coming out of the snow. Fear is a motivator worthy of acknowledgement." I mutter.
" Well then what is it you need?" England asks.
"We need a spell or something to stop Russia-"
Said country barged in via smashing door open with a pickaxe, I screamed and england rushed us to the basement. Sweden and Finland held the door shut.
" # screaming# imgonnadieanditsgonnahurtcuzhesgonnasmashmyheadin!" I screamed.
England smacked my face, I touched the area.
" Get a grip man!" He shouts.
" He's gonna kill me!" I reply.
Sweden glared at the door, dang I've never seen a mad Sweden. Finland gulped and I took it as a sign to hide or something, I bit my lip.
" Latvia. please come out I'll only partially crack you skull open."
-Insert me screaming for five minutes here-
"You have serious lungs." England say's.
I was breathing again and I bit my tongue, the pick hit Sweden on the shoulder. He grunted in pain another three hits and he fell as Finland clung onto him, I gapped as the enraged Russia stalked towards me. Smacking England away like a fly, I back as far away as I can. He raises the pick to kill me, I shove him back best I can. I'm surprisingly strong for a little country, he stumbles back. England is on all fours, Russia fell over and knocked a neon pink potion onto his head. There's a crack and a groan, I look over at the hopefully unconscious Russian. Nope. Not knocked out, he sits up.
I cower in the corner.
" My head is hurting." Russia groans and looks me.
His eyes are neon pink for a brief moment but soon change back Violet, a smile crosses his face.
" Oh Latvia!" He practically sings.
Before my mind can catch up he grabs me and kisses me full on my lips, I try and pull back but his grip is too constricting. His lips are still attached to mine and I'm almost out of not Russian air, he finally pulls away. I turn to England.
" Help. Me." I whisper.
Russia has me firmly in his massive arms, I whimper as he kisses my head repeatedly.
" Russia please let Latvia go." England say's.
" Never he is my Latvian cupcake! My handsome little princess." Russia replies, " You will never touch my Latvia."
" Jeese what was that stuff?" Finland asks.
" A high potency love potion. I was going to dispose of it but... Well you know what happened."
Russia squeezed me tight and kisses me more if possible, a petrified squeak escapes my lips.
" Aww he squeaks like adorable little hedgehog."
" How long is this gonna last?"
" Until I make an antidote. So between 4 months to 90 years."
" What?!"
" You do not agrivate my Malen'kaya Latvya (little Latvia)"
" Pozhaluysta poz vol' mne uti!"
Please let me go!