A/N:
H-H-Hello… My name is R-Raivis Galante. I r-represent Latvia in the a-anime s-series Hetalia. I-I have recently made t-this account so I c-can tell you a-about what it-it's like l-living in Mr. Russia's house. Please e-enjoy.
(Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. I do not own Raivis, I simply roleplay as him.)
The Escape, Planning.
"Do you really think it will work, Eduard?" Toris stared at the Estonian man.
"Of course it will… It has too." He answered, pushing up his glasses. The three Baltic nations sat in Raivis's room, talking about what was supposed to happen tomorrow. Toris was sitting next to Raivis on his bed, while Eduard stood, balancing on the wall. There was silence between them for awhile.
"Mr. Russia will be back soon…" Raivis reminded his brothers, "Did he say what he wanted for dinner?"
"I think he left it on my chore list. I'll go make it." Eduard said, opening the door to his left and walking out of it. Toris looked to his little 'brother,' and touched his back.
"Everything will be fine, Raivis… Don't worry. We'll get out of here for sure."
"But what if we don't?" Raivis said loudly, but not quite yelling. Toris shook his head, and then stood up.
"We'll just hope. I'm going to help Eduard with dinner. Make sure you did all your chores." Toris left the same way Eduard had. Raivis stared at the floor. He wanted to get out of here, but he didn't want to get punished by Mr. Russia. He thought of the time Eduard and Toris had planned to escape, and how they didn't tell him. Mr. Russia said it was only fair that he watched him beat his 'brothers.' Raivis covered his face with his hands, sighing. He got up, and checked over his chore list.
"Welcome home, Mr. Russia." Toris said purposely loud so that Raivis could hear him.
"Thank you, da. Is dinner done?" The voice that haunted him questioned his 'brother.' He came out of the downstairs bathroom. Mr. Russia was in the next room.
"Yes. When do you want to eat?" Toris answered back, quieter this time. Raivis realized Mr. Russia was heading towards his office, which was right next to him.
"Bring it into my office in 30 minutes." Mr. Russia said before he turned to corner, meeting eyes with Raivis. "Hello, Latvia." Mr. Russia said, walking straight up to him. Raivis couldn't help it, he started shaking. Mr. Russia smiled.
"G-G-Good e-evening, M-Mr. Russia…" Raivis bowed a little. Mr. Russia gripped his head, but instead of pushing, he threw him against the wall.
"The walkway need shoveled, and I believe I put that on your list, da? Don't let it happen again." He kicked the little Latvian, still smiling. Toris and Eduard heard this from the other room, and awhile back, they would be shocked. Mr. Russia never used to do stuff like that. But things change, apparently.
"Y-Y-Yes… Mr. R-Russia." Raivis said, standing back up slowly. When Toris heard the door to Mr. Russia's office close, he went silently down the hallways to grab the cleaning supplies Raivis dropped, then he patted his 'brother' on the back.
"Don't worry, Raivis… It wasn't your fault. I know he didn't put that on there." Raivis hit Toris's hand off his back.
"I don't care; I'm going to shovel the walkway." He stood up and marched to the closet by the door, and pulled out just a shovel.
"Raivis, stop it. You'll freeze, grab a c-" Eduard was cut off by the front door slamming. Both the other Baltic nations sighed. They kept preparing Mr. Russia's dinner, while quietly whispering about the plan.
"Stupid… Jerk… Fucker…!" Raivis shoveled the 3 feet of snow, trying not to cry. If he did, he would just become colder. Everything he did seemed to make everything colder. He was sick of this torture that he and his 'brothers' didn't deserve.
He would run as fast as he could tomorrow. No matter what.
OOC A/N:
Microsoft doesn't believe those words are real words… Did you like it?
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