How Not to Snoop Through Russia's House

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The twinkle of nightly jewels spread out on the expanse of midnight sky was an exquisite rarity to catch sight of, indeed. Especially when compared to the location's usually cloudy days offering nothing but pitch black nights. Seeing something different was like a lovely breath of fresh air to a certain Latvian by the name of Raivis.

Raivis sighed dreamily from the window of the mansion that granted him access to a spectacular view of Mother Nature's evening scenery. Observing the beauty of the natural world had always been something he longed to do but couldn't under Ivan's suffocating control.

Now that he was free, albeit still being physically crushed from time to time, he could do such things and not be punished for it, though he was prone to checking wherever he was to make sure the creepy Russian wasn't somewhere lurking nearby. You can't blame him for it since he would have been at least ten centimeters taller by now if it weren't for all of that awful crushing Ivan does!

A high pitch squeak broke through the shaky teen's thoughts as he immediately went to find his fellow Baltic brothers.

"Estonia? Is that you? Is Mr. Russia coming?!" he called to an empty hallway, his soft voice feebly fading out through abandoned corridors as he slowly edged his way to the source of the manly squeak, large violet eyes darting every which way in his previously explained paranoia.

You see, the Baltics had invited themselves into Ivan's house (mansion) for reasons of which only Eduard knew. He just showed up on Raivis' doorstep earlier that night with Toris and announced that they were going to his house, no questions asked. They had idiotically followed him and ended up at their tormentor's place after not too long, suddenly seeming to realize that they didn't have a way of opening the door without damaging the ancient estate. Luckily, or unluckily if you really think about it, Raivis remembered that he had a key from when he was still the former Soviet's servant on him and was able to unlock the front door for them. Stepping into the place he used to live in constant fear and suffering made him feel like he was permanently trapped there again, so he excused himself from the two older nations to clear his head and try calming his excitable nerves.

Turning down hallway after identical hallway, he was now beginning to regret that decision as the shadows began to curl into each other, scaring the living crap out of him until he realized it wasn't some hellish demon coming to take him. Or a serene Ivan. That was way worse than any sort of demon he could imagine-

Abruptly stopping in a hallway darker than the last, he wondered how long he had been walking to end up here. It was a more than familiar place since it was where he most likely ended up after playing none-too fair games with Ivan. The usual and his most favorite game being Hide and Seek. That game never went well for the little Latvian who would crouch under anything and everything to get out of the childish man's field of vision, just to narrowly avoid getting beaten senseless by the pipe he would use to smash whatever he was hiding in/under.

He shuddered at the frightening memories. What a messed up childhood he had to endure! Quickly surveying his surroundings he figured it was best to get out of plain sight just in case the Russian was somehow there, playing with him unexpectedly. It wasn't an unusual thought to have since that had already happened more than twice before.

Entering through the parted door into the not-as-dusty-as-the-rest-of-the-place room, he was unnerved by the silence pervading from it and began to look for the familiar book he liked to pass the time with when he was chased there.

It was a diary of sorts about the Cold War and its effect on Russia. Raivis didn't know why it fascinated him so much, but he could read about the fall of the Soviet Union multiple times without getting even a little bored. Maybe it was the idea of the person he's most afraid of getting a taste of his own medicine that made its readability greater than it ought to be. Either way, it was like an unspoken tradition to read it in there and he oddly couldn't find it as easily today. Where was it?