It was for the greater good, he supposed.

The man turned away from his spot at the window, his hands shaking slightly and breathing ragged. It had taken weeks of planning, of secret phone calls and very little sleep. But now, he was sure.

It would happen tomorrow.

The moon shone, casting shadows down the hallway and illuminating his path back to his room shared with his two sleeping brothers, across from the three nations that voluntarily stayed in the house of the Soviet Union.

A board creaked as he slowly, carefully made his way back, nervously checking to make sure that the lights of the study upstairs were still off, and pushed his way inside.

Gentle snores rand through the darkness, undoubtedly Latvia, accompanied by the occasional movement from the other corner – Estonia.

Lithuania smiled slightly. He would miss them. They had become his sanctuary after he had been forced to go with Russia, cleaning his wounds and preventing the older nation from breaking down.

Yes, he would miss them.

No, there was nothing he could do about it. It was a sacrifice he would have to make.

Lithuania padded across to his own bed, curling his legs up to his chest when he sat down and listening for any sounds of movement. It was still silent, and he sighed in relief.

Without realising it, he started to plan everything out yet again in his mind, visualising the look on Russia's face and holding it there. It was a comforting image, after everything the older nation had done.

But it wouldn't matter anymore. He would be gone tomorrow.

He would be free.

Away from Russia. Away from abuse, away from being enslaved and towards freedom, his own country in which he hadn't set foot in for nearly half a century. He had been allowed out, of course, but that didn't stop the pain of feeling what was going on in his homeland, without knowing what the cause was personally. Being told and shown was not enough. He needed to know.

He smiled grimly to himself. It would be nice to find himself again, to have a ranking in the world other than Russia's lapdog and see everyone.

Including a small blond pole that had betrayed him and left him in the grasp of Russia.

Poland...

Would his oldest friend and former ally take him back? Would he still be Liet, the person Poland trusted the most?

Lithuania didn't know.

He had been able to come over the grief that his best friend had invaded and taken over his Vilnius, his capital city, but it had taken time. He though Poland would understand that, because of his own experience of being torn apart in world war two, but the Pole was still convinced that Lithuania was mad. Typical.

Their last meeting had been brief, bitter, overlooked by Russia as his Soviet Union retook Lithuania after his brief time with America. It had been impossible to decipher the look in the blond's eyes.

He would find out. When he was free.

So it would anger Russia. Hell yes, it would anger Russia. Not Belarus (the psychopath would be glad that Russia's favourite toy had gone and given her more room to declare her love for her older brother) and Ukraine so much, but Russia would be furious.

Hence the reason he hadn't run off years ago. The older nation would have got him back far too easily, and it was a risk Lithuania was not willing to take.

So he enlisted the help of the United Nations.

America, of course, was more than welcome to help. England had followed his ex-colonies lead, and France had followed him to try to get back in the Brit's good books. Not that it had worked, but Lithuania was touched by the notion all the same. So tomorrow, they would 'distract' Russia, and Lithuania would be free to go with America as watchdog in case Russia caught on.

Lithuania had seen holes in the plan (and from England's expression, he had to) but America had been so sure that they didn't want to break his moment of Heroics.

The next thing he had noticed were the two other Baltic's. His leaving would mean they would be under constant threat, ensuring they remained in the Union, and they would be vulnerable.

He wondered briefly who would become Russia's next toy, but shook the thought out immediately.

It would be for the greater good, and might give the other nations a reason to break the Soviet down altogether.

It would be necessary.

Lithuania lay down, back protesting slightly when it hit the bed, but he ignored it. Another thing he wouldn't miss. Constant pain at the twisted nations hand.

He shuddered. What he would do to be able to get a small part of revenge...

No.

That was Russia speaking. Not Lithuania. He wouldn't do anything like that, ever. It was just nice to picture, after all.

Shifting his weight over onto one side, Lithuania sighed and closed his eyes.

One more night.

Then he could go home.

Finally.


Hello!~

This is a pilot chapter, to see if anyone would be interested in reading it, and also a prologue of sorts :)

My first story, flames and criticism are accepted and probably needed, so say whatever, even if it is just 'Cool'.