Heya! So this is a sadder, Russia is a jerk, messed up little Latvia story. (Messed up Baltics) YAY!

And sorry to the reviewer from Dear Soviet Russia who was happy about the non-abusive Soviet story. I will continue there, I'm just trying to write multiple aspects of Russia. Fanfiction is my writing sharpening block, I try to write as many different characters as possible. :D Sorry and tack for the reviews.

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All he could do was watch. He couldn't scream, he couldn't tell Latvia he was there. He could only watch Russia kick and hit the small nation, all over a word he had said "Solidarity". The pipe crashed down, a lit cigarette had been held against the boy's shoulder, and now Russia was just plain hitting him and Latvia was being an idiot.

"We are- we are n-nations too!"

The much larger country grabbed Latvia by the shoulders and slammed him into the wall.

"You are not! You are a part of the Soviet Union and that is final! You have no power over your people and you will not break away!" Latvia choked and gasped for breath, fought tooth and nail for Russia to let him go and Estonia watched. He could still do nothing and that was the hardest part. Every time, every time Latvia broke a cup or said something wrong, whistled the tune of his national anthem while he scraped ice off the front steps, Estonia would know, because Latvia would limp through the door or cry out when Russia held a cigarette to his back or chest or leg, wherever he thought would hurt Latvia the most. And then Lithuania or Estonia would try to comfort the boy and stop his tears, although usually to no avail.

That was life in Mr. Russia's house.

Estonia is watching soup cook in the kitchen, remembering, when Lithuania's voice drifts through the doorway, on the phone with Poland. He turns off the stove, because he's just heard his name.

"-Estonia and I do our best, Polska, but I don't see him getting any better."

Estonia strains to hear Poland's words.

"You should, like, have his in therapy or something..."

"I don't know. It's a delicate situation, and I can't ask him to hold something back from a therapist."

"I mean, like, with another country, you know?"

Estonia steps closer and sets a hand on Lithuania's shoulder. He jumps and all too late Estonia remembers that that was one of Russia's trademarks. "Sorry."

"Estonia's here."

Poland speaks louder for Estonia's sake. "I think you two should totally get Latvia into therapy, and you should probably see someone too. It might not have to be, like, another unfamiliar country, but you could talk with the Nordics or America or someone. But for Latvia, he, like, really needs to talk. Talk with someone new. I mean, this isn't a comment on your abilities, but you guys have been through it all too, and you, like, know a lot of this already. You know?"

Trademark Poland. Deep heavy things... You know?

"Yes, what you say makes perfect sense." Estonia pushes his glasses up on his nose and sighs. "I don't think Latvia would resist anything, and we're both very worried for him."

"I don't know how to say this..." They can both picture Poland sitting down on a couch and covering his eyes, stressed and thinking. "Okay, I have a recommendation."

"Who?" Lithuania looks over his shoulder. He's either doing this out of habit or just worried that Latvia's going to come downstairs. Unlikely. Sealand's over, and it takes a lot to pull them away from whatever they do. So habit. From always being on the run, worried that Russia would appear in one of his moods again.

"China."

"China?"

"Like, hear me out. Think about it. He's the oldest nation. He raised Japan, and see how the guy turned out. He's, like, totally, the peacekeeper. He's a good guy- both of them. And China is the shoulder to cry on for both of the Koreas so he knows about brothers and stuff like that. Also, think about Hong Kong. He knows countries and independence and rebellions. You should totally talk to him!"

Estonia looks at Lithuania. Lithuania looks at Estonia.

"I mean, it can't, like, hurt, can it?"

"I suppose not..." At that point, right before a crucial decision, Latvia and Sealand appear around the corner with stained red faces from.. cherries? Popsicles? Cherry Popsicles?

Sealand is talking a mile a minute and Latvia nods excitedly. It appears that they are planning something. Most likely a bid for Sealand to spend the night, which works better at Latvia's house due to the fact that Estonia and Lithuania like seeing Latvia do stuff with others.

Lithuania glances over his shoulder. Definitely. They both look too innocent, too composed. "Yes, as long as you call Sweden." Finland is also a bit of a pushover.

Sealand high fives Latvia, who is still somewhat uncomfortable with the prospect and the totally foreign concept of something painful being good, but he gamely holds up his end and the two disappear again.

"Sorry. The boys." Lithuania pauses and then nods. "We'll call China."

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In the end, Sweden agrees and Sealand and Latvia plonk themselves down in front of the television with pizza and whatever else they could find when raiding the cupboards. Latvia is making up for lost time by being with friends nearly every day and eating junk food and watching television. Estonia and Lithuania were actually the ones behind all the crappy food, as they were hoping it would help tiny Latvia put on a little weight. He's now just underweight, not malnourished, and has energy to run around, not just walk or sit down every few minutes, out of breath and head swimming. For a while there, Lithuania (Estonia was also quite sick) was carrying Latvia up the stairs, because the boy would pass out against the wall. He's still exhausted easily. They doubt that will ever go away.

After some debate and some Netflixing, the boys settle on The Prince of Egypt, which Lithuania is somewhat uncomfortable with, due to a few scenes involving slavery, nationhood, and oppression. He stands nervously by the door until Estonia drags him away with a hard look.

Latvia and Sealand sing along to Let My People Go and then Latvia has to pause the movie and excitedly explain the Baltic Way. Sealand is impressed. They then have to watch that scene again. And again. And again. Estonia and Lithuania both end up with headaches.

As it often goes when Sealand is over, no one sleeps until midnight and there are some loud noises most likely coming from an iPad. Lithuania gives up on trying to control the pair and settles for doing paperwork.

He mentally marks Friday the fifteenth a "good day" for Latvia. A REALLY good day.

And then writes "CALL CHINA" in his chickenscratch handwriting on the calendar.

Sealand and Latvia are now borrowing the phone.

Please please please don't call Britain please please please please

"Britain! It's me, Sealand, and Latvia's here too! Latvia and I wanted to say hi!"

"H-hello Britain." Latvia swallows. "Can we have scones?"

"IT'S MIDNIGHT YOU CRAZY KIDS!"

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Yes, it was a good day.

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