Summery: Latvia is called up to Russia's office. Hopefully he comes back alive... Warning, I got a little silly with it near the end. Thank goodness, this fic isn't Russia-hating torture and child abuse, mostly. Country names used. Rated k+ just in case. One-shot. Might be OOC.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. It wouldn't be half as funny if I did.
The Baltic states were doing their usual jobs that morning. Latvia was washing the breakfast dishes, Lithuania was dusting the cabinets, and Estonia was mopping the floor. Suddenly, the three boys heard thundering footsteps coming from upstairs.
"What? He shouldn't be stomping around this early- do you think one of his sisters called?" Lithuania asked uncertainly.
"No," said Estonia carefully. " He probably just misplaced something". Little Latvia had nothing to contribute. He started to tremble, and he knew that he wouldn't be able to form a word without stuttering.
"Latvia!" Shouted the voice from upstairs, "Where is my Vodka?" Lithuania's eyes grew wide as he asked, "You didn't set out his Vodka? That's like a death wish!" Latvia's face lost all it's color. He was as white as a ghost. "We can't send him up there!" Lithuania shouted.
"We'll follow behind you, Latvia." said Estonia.
So the three Baltic states crept carefully up the stairs. They finally made to the second floor, where Latvia gently knocked on the door of Russia's office, a new bottle of vodka in his other hand.
"S-sir? Mr. R-Russia?"
"Come in Little Latvia. I won't hurt you!" Responded an eerily cheerful voice from behind the door. Latvia entered. The door closed. The lock clicked, and the two boys outside the office shuddered.
"Oh, good lord, he's just a kid!"said Lithuania.
"We can only hope he comes out of there okay." said Estonia.
Meanwhile...
"I-I'm Sorry M-Mr. Russia S-Sir. I-I didn't mean to, I just, just-"
"Relax Latvia. Put that bottle on my desk over there."
Russia was standing in front of a big window that looked out over the snow. Latvia placed the bottle on the desk, just as commanded. He began to back slowly out of the room, when the taller country spoke.
"Oh Latvia!" He said in a sing-song tone. Latvia's blood turned cold. He felt a chill run down his spine. "Thank you". Was all Russia said.
"Oh how bad was it? I don't see any bruises, did he break any bones?" Lithuania murmured after Latvia left the office.
"No! Really! He said thank you!" Latvia cheerily answered.
"I suppose next he'll be sending chocolates to Belarus," replied Estonia sarcastically. All three of the boys shuddered at the thought.