Author Commentary: I actually did read this in my English class (changed some words for the class, of course). I am totally in love with LatLiet/LietLat (or whatever the hell it's called). Hope you like it!

Rating: M

Warnings: Blood, attempted suicide, and gay romance

Disclaimer: I only own the story!

Lithuania felt the razor blade pierce the skin on his arm. The small nation bit down on the inside of his lip. Cutting—it hurt, but it felt so good.

"This is better than sex!" Lithuania laughed.

He created a new cut once there was a sufficient amount of blood dripping from the first. Once Lithuania had finished on his right arm, there were six horizontal silts.

The Baltic nation started in on his left arm. There was then disorderly slitting in a multitude of directions: horizontal, vertical, diagonal, and V-shaped marks.

Lithuania dabbed his first and middle fingers in the mass amount of blood pooling on his left arm. He smeared the blood on the glossy white wall.

This was wrong—he was worth so much more.

He really did not wish to die. This was all just to spite a ton of people—Russia for being so cruel, Poland for running away when things got bad, America for leaving him with Russia... the list goes on and on.

"Lithuania!" Latvia's voice pierced the air. "Lithuania, wake up!"

Lithuania bolted straight up. There he was—sitting warm and safe in his bed.

"It was only a nightmare," Lithuania told himself. "Only a nightmare."

"Lithuania!" Latvia repeated.

Lithuania looked at the boy. "Ye-yes?"

"I had a nightmare," Latvia informed Lithuania. "And I'm scared."

"You could... uh... lay in my bed with me."

The two blushed at Lithuania's suggestion.

Latvia crawled in bed and went straight under Lithuania's covers. "It must be foolish—a fifteen year old boy having nightmares!"

Lithuania shook his head in disagreement. "I'm nineteen and I have nightmares all the time."

"About what?" Latvia asked as he snuggled next to Lithuania.

"Hurting myself," Lithuania said, sounding ashamed. He then looked at little Latvia. "What do you dream about?"

"Being invaded by Russia," Latvia confessed. "He—he's so big and scary."

Lithuania kissed Latvia's cheek. "He is."

Latvia shied away from Lithuania. "Russia used to kiss me too... and I never liked it."

"I'm so sorry." Lithuania's heart began aching. "I didn't mean to scare you."

Latvia kissed Lithuania back. "I said I never liked Russia's kisses. I didn't say anything about yours."

Latvia rolled onto his left side. Lithuania smiled and rolled onto his right, so the two Baltics were back-to-back.

Lithuania laid awake for awhile, thinking about life and how truly lucky he was to be alive.

The Baltic nation rolled over and looked at Latvia, who was peacefully sleeping.

Lithuania smiled and whispered quietly to himself, "Nightmares... aren't so bad after all."