Lithuania sat at a table with the other Baltics and Russia, when. . .

"THATS IT!" He yelled, slamming his hands down onto the table, standing up. Everyone stared at him.
"I'VE HAD IT!" He yelled. "I'M JUST ABOUT FED UP WITH BEING ABUSED DAY IN AND DAY OUT, RUSSIA!" He pointed an accussing finger at Russia, who by now looked shocked, spooked and angry. But right now, Lithuania didn't care. He was angry, and the only thing that came to mind was independence.

Earlier that evening

"Do it. Make him pay!" a voice whispered in Lithuania's head. The voice was rather feminine and sounded dry.

"No, Russia is too scary!" Lithuania whispered to himself, as Latvia sat in a chair next to Estonia, and Estonia next to Russia. Lithuania sat across from them, so they would not hear him whispering to himself.

"But you know that you want to be independant! Declair independence from Russia!" The voice whispered, Lithuania suddenly felt a grin coming to his face, and he laughed silently.

"You wanna get us both killed?" He wispered, making Latvia look at him.

"What is it, Lithuania?"

"Nothing, Latvia." Lithuania said.

So here he was, as Russia was nearly fuming. Latvia sat there in shock, eyes wide, and dropped the bread-roll he was eating. Estonia adgusted his glasses and coughed, as Lithuania panted for breath, being too scared of Russia's reaction. He, instead of being stupid and staying, Ran. Toris, Lithuania, what ever you call him, RAN.

100 years later

Lithuania had declaired war upon Russia and won. After that, he became an insane man. A mad man.

He stood there, on the battle field, blood everywhere, and his clothes stained with it. He looked at the ground, seeing the corpse of one of the Russian soldiers. He looked up, hearing familiar singing.

"Il giudizio finale sta per essere emesso
Nessuno puo emendarsi dal peccato che scorre nelle vene

Uminari no shirabe ni
Kurokumo wa sora e tsudou
Arashi o yobu kaze wa takaraka ni"

The voice sounded dry, but the words of the last thing that voice said rang in his ears.

"But you know that you want to be independant! Declair independence from Russia!"

Why did those words fit the voice? Lithuania looked shocked, and dropped his sword. He picked it up and walked off, wind mysteriously blowing.

X-X-X

The next day, he walked into the front room of his house, hearing a knock at the door. When he opened it, a girl stood there, and she looked like a young child.

"Who are you?"

"My official name? The Lithuanian Empire."

(CLIFFHANGER!!!!!!!! Lol, This fic is not meant to offend anyone! I wrote this on the spot based off of an idea I had buzzing around in my head. I got the idea the other day looking at a picture of Lithuania, when I was sleepy and wearing a nightgown. You get ideas at the strangest of times, eh? ^^" Anyways, Review! I do not own Hetalia or Umineko.)