First time writing a Hetalia fic. Never thought the first one I would do would be a RussiaXLatvia one. But since I read the description of the fics on the Hetalia Wiki, I came on here read some, and got hooked.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia in any way, shape, or form. I do however own my imagination. Uses the country names and human names.

"Oh Raivis, you are such a clumsy little Malchik."

Raivis looked up from where he had fallen. He had been taking Ivan's Vodka glasses to the kitchen for Lithuania to wash when he took a misstep and fell down the last flight of stairs. His head hurt from hitting and bouncing off the stairs, and he was sure his right wrist was sprained. He looked up to see the state of the Vodka glasses, and he had to stifle a terrified groan. The glasses were broken, and the ones that had somehow miraculously survived the fall had rolled away under furniture and into corners. Raivis' eyes widened with horror as he watched Russia descend from the stairs that he had jump fell down from with a big, evil grin on his face. Raivis was too afraid to stand and felt like he was about to cry.

Ivan took in the sight of the trembling country before him. He loved to watch and read the expressions on the little Baltic country's face and could not help the grin that spread across his own. Oh, Raivis feared punishment, but his own clumsiness was what made him have the punishments. Ivan was glad that the little nation was clumsy, though, just so that he could have someone to pick on. He loved to soak up the fear that poured off his body, loved to look into those terror-filled eyes. Latvia had become his favorite of the three Baltic nations, even more so that Lithuania.

Toris use to be his favorite until he left to stay with the blasted American. Russia did not like it one bit when he left, but he put on a fake mask of his face and told America to take good care of his Lithuania. He was his ex after all. But behind the mask, he was feeling hurt and didn't understand why Toris would leave. He was to love him, NEVER leave him! After everything they had been though, he thought that the Lithuanian would be more considerate about how he felt. He gave him everything he needed: food, water, a home. All Russia asked of him was to cook and clean the house for him in payment. They would also have sex at least once a week, mostly because Russia loved to Lithuania scream and beg. Didn't he show him his love?

Ivan had to restrain himself in front of the American. He was not going to look like some possessive abuser, though he did want to smack Toris across the face at that moment. He would let his love leave, but he knew Lithuania would come back.

The day the Stock Market Crash happened was a wonderful day. Russia was so happy; he was in suck luck. Toris had to be sent back to him; he knew Lithuania would also be glad he was back.

But things changed with Toris back in the Russian's house. Yes, the Lithuanian was still afraid of him, but not like he use to. America had taught him how to stand up for himself. He would tell Russia to stop "messing" with the other Baltic nations when they needed punishment. Toris would not sleep with him anymore, and he had to force the Lithuanian to do many things that he use to do without being told to do them. It became tiring and the Russian's interest in him diminished. He mostly left Toris alone now, except for maybe the occasional beating. Lithuania did the cooking, cleaning, and washing without so much as a shudder. Not even the beating put it them back in the Lithuanian. No terror, no fun. Russia decided he try it with the Estonian.

Estonia did not seem that much bothered by the Russian's presence. He was usually quiet and did the bookkeeping and would fix broken appliances. Eduard barely responded in any of his punishments, and Russia grew tired of him as well. That was when he started to really notice Latvia.

He little Baltic nation reminded him of himself when he was younger in some ways, mostly the physical appearance. His hair and eye color were very similar to his own. And Latvia seemed to dread the cold as much as he did (though living in the cold most of his life, Russia seemed to not be able to tell difference between cold and freezing anymore). Russia became intrigued with the Latvian and started giving him a lot more "attention." He had always picked on Raivis, but now he was more violent with the teasing. Instead of just messing with Raivis about his height, Russia would now throw him across the wall, kick him, and had almost buried him in his barren sunflower garden. Toris and Eduard came in time to save the Latvian before he could actually be buried though. But he had succeeded in putting the more terror in those violet orbs. He made Latvia's body rack with more shudders; he made his speech even more stuttered.

Raivis whimpered as Russia grabbed his hurt wrist and pulled him to his feet. Raivis was terrified. He did not know what Russia was going to do to him for breaking his Vodka glasses. He tilted his head downward so that he wouldn't look into the older man's face. Just feeling his evil aura was enough make him start shaking.

"I said you are clumsy, did I not, da?"

"Umm…uhhh…uhh…y-y-yess, M-mister Ru-Russia, s-s-sir."

"You broke my Vodka shot glasses, Raivis." As Russia said this, he tightened his on the Latvian's wrist. Raivis hissed slightly and shook.

"Y-yy-yess, sir, Mister R-Russia, I-I did."

"Why?" The grin never faltered on the Russian's face.

"I-I fell d-down the s-stairs a-a-and dropp-pped th-th-them."

"You will have to be punished Raivis."

Raivis closed his eyes and waited for Ivan to throw him, but it never came. He sneaked a look at the Russia, and the Russian flashed him a wider smile. Raivis was confused.

"I will be back later. You will wait for me, do? I have to go do somethings."

Something particularly evil and silver flashed behind Russia's eyes, and he left the house. Raivis became terrible afraid. Whatever was going to happen to him later was going to be majorly different and worse that what he had ever gotten. He felt like he might faint.

He gathered himself and picked up the remaining Vodka glasses and took them to Toris. Toris also bandaged his wrist and put some ice on it. It looked to be swelling pretty badly. But Latvia wasn't concentrating on the throbbing pain in his arm, he was preparing himself for tonight. He tried to reason with his thoughts, but he was afraid he might actually die tonight by the Russian's hands.

Poor Raivis, I'm sure he'll survive. But I think I just love to make him tortured. Bad me, bad me.