Here I go with another of my crazy ideas. I am in love with Poland, and Lithuania, and they are my second OTP, so I have to write something, and this idea just sort of came to me. This first chapter is a bit slow, really it's more or less and prologue. I promise it will pick up. It will not be historically accurate, so I apologize. No warnings really yet, I do not own Hetalia.

Latvia was sitting outside on the balcony that was connected to the bedroom that he and his two older brothers shared at Russia's large house. It was a typically cold day, though the sun was making a rare appearance and the snowfall had diminished completely. He took this opportunity to enjoy the mild weather and of course, make that phone call again.

He sighed as he pulled his phone out of his pocket; it was a rather small cell phone that America had given to him in secret, so that he could make calls without Russia knowing. He ended up using it quite often for a single purpose, one that he didn't particularly enjoy that much, but understood the importance of it nonetheless.

He flipped it open and pressed the familiar button, holding it to his ear and waiting; as usual he wasn't waiting long before a cheery voice sounded on the other end.

"Latvia! Like, hello! How are things over there?" Poland chirped, although there was real concern hidden in his tone that he was far too prideful to openly express.

"Hi Poland. Everything is fine for now." He responded softly, glancing behind his shoulder to be sure no one was watching him.

"Good. Like, how's Liet?" That was always the main thing that occupied the blonde's mind, and Latvia understood why; he was sure he would be the same way.

"He's okay for the most part. He keeps having nightmares; he talks in his sleep and says your name a lot."

"Like, he totally misses me, I can tell. That's totally sweet, I miss him too. I wish he could come back to me."

Latvia silently agreed; he may not have been extremely fond of the Pol, but he knew his eldest brother was happiest when they were together, and he deserved to be happy. "Yeah." was all the young country said in response.

"Well, I guess that's like, all for now. Thanks for keeping me updated Lattie, and like let me know if anything else happens, kay?"

"Yeah, of course Poland. Everything should be fine."

"Okay, well bye then!" There was a soft click as Poland hung up, and Latvia stowed his phone in its usual hiding spot and wandered back inside to warm up and find his brothers.

Poland closed his eyes and slumped against the wall, holding his phone to his chest and imagining he could open it and hear Liet's soft beautiful voice that he missed so. A few tears streamed down his cheeks and he stood and wandered outside to the stable where his horse lived. The large brown animal heard him approach and cantered over, snorting happily at the sight of his owner. Poland couldn't help but brighten as he reached the horse and hugged his face lightly.

"Hey Pony, I'm so glad you came to see me." The horse nickered softly and seemed to notice the sadness in his owner's eyes, as well as the tears there. He gently brushed his soft snout across Poland's face to wipe them away and then nuzzled into his neck in an attempt to cheer him up, eliciting a giggle from the blonde, his green eyes a bit brighter now.

"Dziękuję Pony, you always know how to make me feel better." Poland opened the gate in front of him and tugged lightly on his pets harness. "Let's go for a walk, kay?" The horse followed happily, trotting around the large green pasture alongside his master. They walked in silence for a few minutes before Poland began speaking out loud as he found his horse was a good listener even if he didn't understand him.

"I don't understand why Russia had to take him away. And he's so cruel to him; it's totally not fair! He should be here with me; I would always protect him and take care of him. I would always love him." Poland sighed and leaned up against the fence they were walking along. "All Russia wants him for is to use him to grow stronger, he doesn't give a rats ass about him. He's going to hurt him and it will be all my fault, because I did nothing to stop it." Poland petted Pony's head absently and glanced up at the setting sun; the sky was ablaze with varying shades of purples and oranges. It reminded him of the times he and Lithuania spent together in this very field, watching sunsets such as this one.

"Toris," he whispered, "please be alright, moja milosc ."

His heart ached and he longed to have his friend in his arms once more, he just wasn't sure how he could make that happen.

His thoughts were interrupted as his phone buzzed in his pocket. Strange, he wasn't expecting anyone to call him that night. When he pulled it out and saw Latvia's name flashing across the screen dread pooled in his stomach; the fact that the young nation was calling him again more than likely meant something was wrong.

He flipped it open and held it to his ear, answering tentatively. "Latvia, hello again. Like, is everything alright?"

"Poland." Latvia squeaked, his voice pained and full of fear, "please, you have to get here now!"

Loud noises could be heard in the background; things being thrown and smashed, and agonized screaming.

Poland's blood ran ice cold as he recognized the screaming to be that of his beloved Toris.

He was about to reply and ask what the hell was going on, but with a harsh snap the phone went completely dead.

"Do kurwy nędzy!" Poland swore loudly. He still wasn't sure how he was going to do this, but now he knew for sure; he had to bring Lithuania back to him, and now.

Cliffhanger, yup xD I've noticed I have a habit of making Russia evil. I swear I love him, he's one of my favorite characters, but he fits the evil role well I guess. Okay, translations:

Dziękuję = Thank you

moja milosc = my love

Do kurwy nędzy = Fuck

So, there ya go. Hope you liked it & please leave me a review!