The small boy known as Latvia moved around his room in a silent daze. With crazed eyes like those of a trapped and beaten animal, he continually flitted the purple orbs over the room, always coming to rest on a small box; surrounded like an island by a woolen sea of gray. The small solitary island held but one resident whose bird-like feet could be seen poking up from it. The child's eyes continued to stare at it, his gaze unfaltering. Slowly, he brought a hand to his head to run it through his bedraggled hair. Clasping each lock gingerly as if it would crumble to pieces the second it was released. Keeping a single curl in between his fingers, he began to stare at the walls. However, his eyes did not seem to focus on the mass but instead seemed to stare through it as if imagining something unbeknownst to everyone but him. He began to hum an eerie and desolate tune and as he did the room around him began to morph.

Its surroundings became bright and cheerful. All the open loneliness seemed to disappear. The sun above shone cheerful and bright whilst the clouds drifted around lazily in an assortment of soft puffs and wisps. Astounded by his new surroundings, Raivis allowed his hand to drop down to his side. Gazing as far as he could, all he was able to see was a world of open and free mind. Letting his legs fold beneath him, he sank down to the ground. A small smile made its way to his lips as he gently felt the dewy grass. Contentedly, he stared off into the distance. There by the horizon he could see the silloutes of three people. As they came closer, Raivis was able to distinguish them they were in fact Berwauld, Tino, and most of all, Peter. And all the while the small form of Hanatamago could be viewed skirting happily around the feet of her masters.

A joyful smile burst forth upon Raivis' lips quickly he rushed to get up and run to his friends. Tino looked up and saw him; he smiled to him and waved while Peter began to sprint towards him. Just as Raivis was about to start running towards them, his surroundings, for the second time, changed. The sky turned from a crystal blue to a deep murky red while the clouds turned quickly from white, to gray, and finally to a black like that of death, hiding the sun from view. While the grass which had once been green and luscious shriveled up and died, turning a grayish brown. And little Hanatamago morphed from a cute little dog into a vicious wolf. Her eyes glowing red, as saliva began to dribble from her mouth, flowing over large pointed canines. Then she began to attack the men she had once adored. First pouncing on Berwald, knocking him down on his back. The Swedish man desperately tried to fight against the animal as it began to claw and bite at him, tearing and ripping at his flesh in anyway it could. Tino, screaming, tried to ward of the beast attacking his 'husband' while yelling at Peter to run away.

The young micro-nation ran away in fear, tears streaming down his cheeks. His two parental figures were drenched in their own blood. Berwald, already dead, could be seen with massive gashes adorning his body, mostly near his chest, arms, and face. His glassy eyes still staring at the wolf and his hands clenched in a death grip around one of its front paws. Tino, sobbing, still tried to defend himself but to no avail. A sickening scream could be heard as the wolf went in for a death bite. Jawsclamping around the Finnish man's throat the held steady, leaching the life out of him. In his last seconds Tino stared into the animal's eyes in fear, still trying to claw at it. Finally he went limp the wolf dropping him to the ground with his mouth gaping open and an angry wound which revealed the innermost part of his throat. The canine's attention then shifted towards the fleeing boy. It began to bound after Peter the boy she had once played with on so many different occasions. Finally, the blond boy tripped leaving him at the mercy of the beast.

"Peter" cried out Raivis desperately "I'll help you." he finished running to help him companion. Suddenly, he found himself between Peter and the wolf, the animal's eyes lost in blood lust. The following moments happened in a blur. One moment, Raivis found himself trembling and losing all his grip on the situation. And then the next he found himself stabbing at the body of the wolf with a knife which had appeared in his hand. Who during the process returned to her original form but he continued to stab at the whimpering dog until she no longer moved and even continued tho drive the knife deeper into the corpse. The next thing he knew there was Peter clutching at his sleeve with teary eyes begging him to stop. For some reason, this infuriated Raivis. How dare Peter tell him to stop when he had been trying to save him? He deemed this not fare; he deserved to do what he wished to. Suddenly he brought the knife above his head and swung it down into the crook of Peter's neck. He began to smile insanely as he watched his friend drop to the ground the crimson liquid flowing from the wound in his neck. But as the realisation of what he had done hit him he became frantic. He moved down to try and somehow revive the younger boy.

But all around him, everything began to turn into a dark, almost black looking blood. It pooled around him until it had reached his waist and even then it still continued to rise. Raivis soon found himself submerged in the opaque substance. His eyes were met with complete darkness and as he tried to move around, his body suddenly felt like a dead weight. Dragging him down farther and farther until he saw a purple light shining still deeper yet into the darkness. Then a hand grabbed him looking down, he came face to face with the man he had feared for as long as he could remember. With an insane smile and equally crazed eyes, the Russian man began to speak to him.

"Come Raivis; come with me." That was all the man said while a familiar 'kolkolkol' could be heard chanted in the background.

Snapping his eyes open Raivis found himself back in his bedroom. Trembling, he fell to the ground holding his head in his hands. What a terrible vision that had been. After calming down a bit he knew what he must do. Picking himself up, he scoured his house for a pen, paper, and another object. Sitting down on the floor oh his room, he began to write.

Dearest Peter

This is the last that you will ever hear from me... and I know that for a fact. I wish only that I could tell you a proper goodbye in person. However, I realize that will not be possible at this point. I just wish you to know that towards the end I started to love you more than just as brother and I hope that you perhaps reciprocated my feelings. You may be too young realize the true meaning of this letter, as I myself can only grasp the merest understandings of my own feelings. If you don't understand it now, you will in due time as you grow older. It saddens me that I will not be able to grow there beside you. But this is the way things need to be. Please don't think that I am abandoning you. No, that would be the farthest thing from the truth. However it occurs to me that it would be better for the one I love... you... to not be around me.

When you find this letter it will probably be with my blood staining the floor and a slit through my throat. Try to look through the darkness of these events and heed my instructions well. Take my body, drink from the pools of my blood, burn it to cinders, and then devour the ashes. Only then will I truly become part of you. This may seem barbaric and cruel, but it is my dying wish. Once you have consumed my body wholly, the land that was once mine will become yours. I make this decision in the hopes that it will help you to accomplish your dream of becoming a real nation.

So many wonderful memories come back to me. Of times when I was truly happy. Although, these memories all have one thing in common and that was the joy that I found with you. Teardrops stain the page here making part of the letter indecipherable. Although I felt happy and alive with every moment I spent with you, there was an illness that was slowly killing me that I didn't notice until recently. Let me re-account to you a story that will make this easier to understand. One day, a song bird came to me, singing a sweet song every day, lifting the woes of my life from my soul. My little bird was the light of my world when there was no one else around to comfort me. Then it was forever silenced as its song was strangled out of it by the hand of a mad man... who was not Ivan, as most would suspect, but myself. This act of bitter hatred opened my eyes to how much I was becoming like him. His presence over the years has infected me psychically, mentally, and spiritually. There was only one cure I was able to find to stop the spread of this disease from enveloping me and that was to destroy the body in which the parasite grew.

Then a vision came to me today and I knew that I had already allowed it to develop too far. This may be viewed as the "coward's" way out, but I can see no other way. After all this time, I have neither the energy or will to fight anymore. Maybe I would if there was some light to be seen at the end of this grim tunnel. But any light in my life has been extinguished long ago and the doorway to escape has long since been nailed shut. And each nail was driven in each time I submitted to the ruthless tyranny of others. You are still very young; learn from my mistakes and do no repeat them.

There are so many more words that I wish to speak to you but there is so little time.

Goodbye...but not forever love,
Raivis Galante the former country of Latvia

Placing the pen down, Raivis folded the letter and placed it into an envelope along with a small golden locket. Slowly he closed it and signed the back of it. Placing it on the nightstand, he looked over to his bed where the casket of his bird lay. Gently, he picked up the dead bird, looking sadly at its unmoving figure and gently placed the box into a draw. Still holding the bird, he went to grab the extra item he had picked up before starting his letter. Taking both objects he went silently into his small closet. Shutting the door he allowed himself a moment to think as the darkness enveloped him.

He smiled sadly to himself this was the end and he knew it. Bringing the sharp butcher knife to his neck he paused for a second. Then he heard it; the two familiar voices of Tino and Peter. They were talking, looking for him. For a mere second Raivis thought about putting down the knife and going out to meet them. But then the memory of the vision came back to him. He then decided that if he paused now, he never would be able to. With a trembling hand he brought the razor edge to his throat and brought it across sharply, slicing his neck open. He had a moment to gasp and smile as his dying thoughts came to his mind.

Death would not be that bad after all his soul had already been for so many years. His body mereley had decided to keep functioning properly. But now it was all over. As his blood dripped down his neck, his hand holding the knife dropped down limply.

Author's Note: So I hope you guys liked this but I do understand death-fics aren't for everyone. I might be milking this story out longer than it needs to go but do you want a prequel to this? Because trust me this whole thing wasn't Raivis' fault it was all Ivan's so if you want to know tell me. And a thank you to my editor pineappleSAMBA without her these stories would have little to no grammar.