Hetalia - different views
Sum: When femLatvia accidentally forces her and Russia to switch bodies, they're both given the chance to see through eachother's eyes. Some FemlatviaXRussia. This will probably be a two-shot.
For one little Latvian fear was part of the daily schedule. She would experience this as soon as she saw her unpredictable boss walk through the door, to the point where he walked back out of the door. It wasn't as if he beat her or harassed her (at least not in his eyes) But it was more the fact that the little Latvian was a little too socially clumsy and that her boss showed his aggression indirectly sometimes without even knowing it.
This particular day that the entire incident happened. Latvia was waiting for her boss, Mr. Russia to enter the door. He would always be in a slightly better mood, if he was greeted as soon as he came home.
A 6'7 silver haired man walked through the giant front doors. He wore a gray trench-coat, a super long purple scarf, and a childish grin upon his face.
"W-Welcome home, M-Mr. Russia." The 5'0 Latvian stuttered in a slightly cheerful voice. She wore an almost scared grin and was twittering her thumbs nervously. "How was the meeting? No one commented on how terrifying and loathsome you are, did they?"
"Latvia." A voice jerked little latvia's attention to her fellow baltic, Estonia. Staring up into his gaze, she realized what she had said must have been insulting in some way.
She looked back to Russia and her previous shaking suddenly became worse. He was staring her down, but still smiling like a child, a purple aura was slowly starting to form around him.
"I-I just meant that I hoped the other countries weren't being jerks and pointing out any of your many, obvious flaws to your face!" Latvia squeaked as the purple aura suddenly increased. She started to mumble something about laundry and tried to fast walk for one of the side doors in the entryway, but her boss's long legs carried him much faster to her.
She felt his giant hand clamp firmly on her shoulder and spoke, his heavily accented voice dripped with poisoned honey, "So my little Latvia, you are as small as always. It's nice though your so fun to play with that way."
"That doesn't mean I liked to be played with!" Latvia muttered as she was lifted off of the ground and into the air. Russia turned her around to face him. They were now eye level, but Latvia felt smaller then usual. Her eyes started to tear up, she whimpered, and her trembling became even worse.
Suddenly she was high above Russia tossed into the air and yelped as she was caught and tossed into the air over and over. After Russia became bored with his game, he carried Latvia around with him, to him it was no different then carrying a favorite stuffed animal every where with him. After an hour or so Latvia managed to slip away and hide for a few hours, until she unfortunately ran back into Russia, who re-caught her after a conversation about Russia's clothes and how it was silly to wear a scarf indoors. Latvia couldn't see where it went wrong.
Luckily for Latvia Estonia, took her from Russia with the excuse that she had chores to do. Which apparently she really did.
Latvia ended up really doing laundry and then dusting Russia's study, where Estonia usually did a bunch of paperwork. While dusting she noticed a new book on Russia's shelf. It looked like a funny fictional book, which was unusual since the bookcase was usually just used for vodka bottles and documents. Latvia curiously opened it. It seemed to have a lot of short stories. Maybe Russian fairy tales, she really wasn't all that sure. As she skipped through it, mostly looking at the pictures, a single page fell out. It seemed to have been previously ripped out. Latvia quickly picked it up and replaced the book on the bookshelf.
This piece of paper must have been important to have been ripped out on purpose. Latvia held it close to her face and slowly began to mutter the Russian words. Words and letters had been singled out with black marker circling them across the page. She wasn't the best at reading Russian, but she could at least try to sound the words out and put the message together. In a way it was exciting.
Just as she was finishing she heard the sound of heavy footsteps approaching. She slipped the piece of paper into her pocket nervously, what if she hadn't been allowed to read it?
As the footsteps got closer, Latvia considered hiding under the desk, usually Russia didn't walk this heavily unless he was a little drunk. Yet, then again if he found her hiding he might make up a story that she had been hiding from him, which of course would be true, but would put Latvia into a situation with a drunk, unpredictable, upset at her specifically Russia.
The little nation prepared her-self to deal with her boss. He slumped in with a happy almost sleepy grin. Seeing her he charged, "Latvia! My little comrade. The woman of my house!"
He hugged her tightly his speech becoming faster and more accented, he began to switch dialects probably speaking in very old Russian and various other languages he had picked up over his long life span. He had been more drunk then Latvia had realized, she started to panic a little, something bad must have happened for him to be acting this way and to get this drunk randomly. Now he was truly unpredictable.
Latvia had decided just to go not say anything until he let her go, but as he hugged her she began to start to feel more and more dizzy. She groaned unaware of her-self and began to feel very tired. She had been very stiff in the embrace of her giant boss, but suddenly she slumped forward.
"M-Mr. Russia, I-I don't feel so gooo," Her voice dropped off and her eyelids closed tiredly, leaving her unconscious in her drunk boss's arms.
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Latvia awoke feeling heavy in a way, yet pleasantly warm. She groggily felt around and realized she was laying on the large couch in front of the fireplace. Something small was resting on her chest, she had been hugging it.
Her eyebrows crinkled in confusion, how had she found such a large stuffed animal? Suddenly remembering how she had fainted, Latvia came to the conclusion that Russia must have laid her on the couch and given her a large stuffed animal. He had probably bought the animal on a whim at the meeting in America. He did have very childish thoughts sometimes.
Young Latvia groaned and stretched, she would have to do her chores soon. She had only gotten done with half of them the day before, so she would have to work extra hard today. Although it felt nice to have slept so much, she usually had a lot of trouble falling asleep at night. Mostly due with the fear that something was going to creep in her bedroom, or with the thought that something was staring at her from the darkness. Her best nights were usually when she sneaked into Estonia's bed, it was embarrassing but true. She always felt safe when someone she knew was with her. The stuffed animal on her chest, probably had helped her sleep that night, as well as the fire crackling soothingly in the fireplace, keeping the creeping dark and cold away.
Arguing in her mind whether she should get up or not, Latvia finally opened her heavy eyelids. Looking down at the stuffed animal, she realized it was actually a very realistic doll. It wore a red dress with white stockings and had soft short blond hair. In fact it looked a lot like she did. Actually, as Latvia turned it around a little it looked exactly like she did...and it was warm and soft, as if it was alive...and now it was yawning.
Latvia squealed in a surprisingly low tone and instantly sat up sending the girl onto her lap. She was tiny. She was an exact lookalike to Latvia. What had Russia done!?
"E-Excuse me little girl." Latvia began quickly, but than instantly stopped her speech. She looked behind her and all around, searching for Russia, wherever he could be. She had surely heard his voice overshadowing hers. Yet, he wouldn't have stuttered like she had.
Latvia had a sneaking suspicion in the pit of her stomach, but she refused to believe it. The little girl on her lap was now fully awake and staring at her with an unreadable expression. She suddenly reached up and pulled Latvia's hair and pinched her face. Then she inspected her own features, a look of comprehension coming upon her face. She felt along her body and pulled at the fabric of her modest dress. Her eyes returned to Latvia's face and a look of irritation cracked through, but it was quickly concealed with a childlike smile. It reminded Latvia of only one person.
The suspicion returned to her stomach uneasily. She began to feel her own face, hair, and fabric. It was only when she found a vodka flask at her hip and a faucet pipe in her long overcoat, did she accept the impossible.
"M-Mr. R-Russia?" Latvia stuttered in a low pitched Russian accent.
"Yes, Little Latvia?" Russia spoke in a high-pitched Latvian accent.
"Wh-how?" Latvia was unsure of how to phrase her question.
Russia was quiet then a look of horror which was quickly replaced by a smile came on his face. "Latvia have you been cleaning in my office?"
"Y-yes."
"And did you find a piece of parchment in a book?'
"Y-ye-yes"
"And did you read the circled words and letters!?"
"...yes..."
Even in Latvia's body Russia's purple aura and childish grin terrified the now large Latvia. She instantly began mumbling apologies although she wasn't exactly how reading a piece of paper was wrong.
"Two days." Russia said
"What?" Latvia asked, startled
"The curse." Russia's smile had disappeared and was now very serious "It will last for two more days. You cast it yesterday, around 7 p.m. I think. At 7 p.m. today that will have been day one, then we have one more day."
"W-Wait." Latvia began to shake, "I-I have to be you for two whole days!? That's disgusting!"
Latvia clamped her now giant hand over her mouth. She knew that must have sounded bad, as Russia looked like he was going to throttle her. "I-I meant just that your a guy! It's going to be weird and gross and I don't think I can go without using the bathroom for two days!"
Russia suddenly smiled even bigger, "This'll be a good way to have fun and bond, da?"
Latvia for a fleeting moment had the thought of how this situation might also give a lot of chances to have revenge as well, but she quickly dismissed the thought and began thinking of how to avoid using the bathroom or bathing for two days.
