The Slight Line of Courage and Stupidity

At first he seemed innocent, and kind, and they could hardly believe such a kind-hearted guy could have ulterior motives.

'I want to be your friend, and I don't want anyone to hurt my friends.'

Those were the words. Those were the damn words that had made the Baltics melt and give their lands to Ivan's rulers. The Russian troops conquered their military bases, 'just so we can protect you, if the German army attacks.'

'We're just like a family, da?'

And here was the result.

All three of them reluctantly lived under Ivan's roof, and they we're told to forget every single thing about their old life, about their own culture. They weren't allowed to use their own language, they had to learn russian and use only it. They weren't ruling their countries anymore. The lived along Ivan's commands.

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They sat around the kitchen table, numbed and tired of their lives. It was pouring and the wind whined in the corners of the house, like mirroring their feelings. Raivis, as always nowadays, was shaking from head to toes and his eyes were red and swollen. It was like the tears once appeared had come to stay. Eduard sat next to him, hand on his shoulder to comfort the youngest brother. He didn't look so good either. He always made sure Raivis got some sleep at nights which caused him to stay up usually the whole night. Dark shadows were decorating his lower lids and it was hard for him to sit straight. But Toris was, once again, in the worst condition. He had finally snapped to Ivan, and no one should do that, and got dragged to a special punisement room, which Toris visited rather often. It tore him apart from in- and outside, but at least his brothers didn't have to go through it.

Ivan arrived to the kitchen and made all three of them to stiffen in alert. Raivis started to tremble more violently and Eduard lost all the remaining sleepiness. They knew Ivan wasn't on a good mood in the morning, especially not after beating Toris. And so it was today as well. He glared at the others with a look that could kill and Toris rushed (as fast as he could with his sore limps) to prepare some scrambled eggs and toast. He placed a tea cup in front of the messed-up-looking Russian.

'Aren't you forgetting something, my dear Toris?', he asked with a sweet voice that could not prevent any good. Raivis and Eduard looked shocked at the oldest brother, who looked absolutely horror-strucked.

'I-I don't think so, t-the toasts are soon ready, just a minute..'

'No, no. You have something there in your pocket that I need to have. Give it to me. Now', he still continued with his sugar-sweet tone and a small smile, but a clear rage starting to flame in his eyes. Toris sighed and digged a bottle of vodka from is pocket. Reluctantly, he handed it to Ivan, who immediately opened the cap and took a long gulp.

'I-I really don't think you should.. This time of the d-..' His sentence was cut short by Ivan who pressed his hand on Toris neck and pushed his head down to his ear viciously. This sudden movement made Toris squint in pain.

'And I really don't think you should start telling me when to drink and what to drink. I thought I made quite clear to you that you have no right to judge what I do. Or have you already forgotten last night?. Would you need some reminding?' he whispered in a cold voice, sweetness forgotten. Toris shook his head- he sure didn't want to get himself beaten again.

'Good boy', he said and released Toris from his grip. The brunette gasped and hurried to make the breakfast ready. He really didn't need a pissed-off russian, not this early in the morning.

Whole this time Raivis and Eduard had just sat and stared this event. Last night had started exactly the same way. Raivis' tears we're now leaking over and he tried to silence his sobs. He knew that would make Ivan even madder, and might start beat him as well. Eduard was shaking, but unlike Raivis, not from fear but from rage. His other hand was clenched into a tight fist and oh, how he wished to stuck it into Ivan's throath. He couldn't bear to watch how his brother got hurt and how he could do absolutely nothing. It was hard for him to control his temper, but he had to swallow his anger. Eduard knew it would hurt Toris more if his little brothers got beaten up instead of himself.

But every time it was getting harder and harder.

A/N: My first fic here, so please, some reviews and feedback?

Not really historically accurate, just wanted to make a story with Estonia, as 'main' character.

And I don't own Hetalia or any of it's characters. You should know.