Toris stood still as he felt a pain in his heart, his capital was being taken over. Why was Vilnius being taken?
It had happened once before, he remembered it well.
Russia had been the one whom had taken his heart, and the rest of his vital regions by storm.
But now, now was so much different. For the person whom was taking his people's lives and loyalty was a long time friend and partner.
It was Poland.
Yes, it was true. The Polish language had become more common in Lithuania, but that was because he'd been so loose with his end of the relationship that formed the commonwealth.
He couldn't believe that Poland had done such a thing, his eyes widened in shock and he wrapped his arms around himself.
Lithuania doubled over in pain, old scars ripping open at the seams.
Fresh blood was being spilt, once more. The brunette was not only doubled over but laying flat against the ground at this point.
His forest green eyes dulled, as he stared to the side staying silent.
He couldn't believe that Poland had done something so cruel.
Why?
Why had he done it?
What was there to gain from such a thing? Land? Population? Power?
The tears were unshed as he continued staring, his gaze distant, his skin, pale as the light from a full moon in the months of the winter.
His eyes slowly closed, trying to hide the pain as best as he could, He needed to be strong, so he could fight, so he could protect those dear to him.
If he couldn't protect himself, who was he to protect others? He failed as an older sibling to Estonia and to Latvia.
Just as he'd failed to be a proper lover to Poland.
Or how he had failed to be able to comfort Russia, in his time of need, the times when General winter was cruel.
Like how he'd been going after Belarus, just because he liked her slightly, wanted to make an alliance, but no. He failed horribly.
His eyes burned with pain as he thought of other nations as well.
He'd failed America. He'd tried his hardest to be a good friend, to help America be happy, but when it came to cleaning and cooking, he couldn't miss those sad expressions.
Who else had he failed?
Who had he failed so miserably?
His own siblings.
He'd failed to keep Latvia and Estonia safe.
No matter what he did, Latvia was always suffering, shaking and stuttering. He couldn't help but feel guilt at that, had be been stronger, he'd be able to keep Russia from hurting his beloved little brother.
Estonia was always quiet, especially around Russia. Always, tucked away working on a piece of Informational Technology. He never complained, and was strong and stable minded.
But, the person he failed the most, perhaps was himself. He was like a crumbling nation. His people killed themselves more often then any of the other nations peoples did.
He couldn't stop the pain of any of the people he cared about.
He couldn't stop thinking these thoughts, but each thought powered him on to wanting to live, to strive forward and take control, to be strong so the others can rely on him.
He didn't want to be weak any more.