Happy Birthday Hetalia!

Crash! Estonia

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Crash!

Estonia and Latvia looked up, hearing sounds coming from upstairs. They were both in the kitchen, cleaning, but paused when they head those sounds. Latvia spoke up after a moment, "What was that?"

"I don't know," Estonia said. "It sounded like something fell."

"Like a lamp or something?"

Estonia shook his head, frowning. "No... Russia and Lithuania are up there though, aren't they?"

"Yes..."

"They probably did it then," Estonia shrugged. "What are they doing in there anyway?"

"I don't know..."

Estonia raised an eyebrow. "You don't know what they're doing? Russia called Lithuania up there, that's all I know." Estonia tried to swallow a small bit of worry.

"No," Latvia's eyes shifted around nervously. "Russia just called Lithuania in there thirty minutes or so ago and he hasn't come back down yet..." he trailed off.

"...Yet?" Estonia stared for a moment, then looked up towards the ceiling, back at Latvia, the ceiling, and finally Latvia. "You... You don't think anything... bad is happening up there, ri-?"

Whump!

The two were silent for a moment. Latvia's eyes were widened. "I h-hope not... I-I mean, what could Russia possible be doi-?"

"Yah!"

Estonia and Latvia both dropped the dishes they were holding, turning pale. That yell came from up stairs. That yell came from Lithuania, who was alone upstairs with Russia. Estonia and Latvia looked upwards, a faint shake taking hold of them both. They stared at each other and could only assume the worse.

Estonia finally muttered something in Estonian before saying, "He's finally snapped... You don't suppose Russia is-"

"Poor Toris..." Latvia whimpered. "S-should we go up there at all...?"

"I-I don't know..." Estonia muttered, a bit concerned for Latvia. "What will happen if we do?" They began to imagine worse than the worse.

"What will h-happen if we don't?"

"...What will happen if we don't what, now?"

Estonia and Latvia jumped, whipping around to see Lithuania standing in the kitchen doorway. He looked at them simply in question and curiosity, as if everything was fine. But it clearly wasn't. A small, brownish bruise was blooming on Lithuania's left cheek.

"Lithuania?" Estonia stuttered, staring at his brother. "W-what happened?"

"What do you mean?"

Estonia looked around the kitchen, eyes soon falling upon a clean plate. He grabbed it and handed it to Lithuania. "Look at yourself."

Lithuania did so, but his expression didn't change as he peered at the bruise in the tiny reflection of the plate. "Nothing." He set the plate down onto the counter again.

"N-nothing?" Latvia gawked. "Where did that bruise come from?'

"What bruise? I don't see anything."

"Nowhere? It had to come from somewhere, Lithuania."

Lithuania only shook his head, moving away from the doorway and to the refrigerator. But something wasn't right. He was limping.