Alright this is something I wrote in class when i was board out of my mind because I finished the book I was writing. So yeah...enjoy and tell me what you think.

I do not own hetalia!


You scoff at me for what I say about him. You tremble when I say these things because you fear he'll hear me.

I'm not scared of him like you are. He isn't that big in my eyes. Just a big bully who when you take his power away will fall at the drop of a hate. He doesn't scare me.

You dump out his vodka when I spit into it. You find it when I hide it from him. Remember when I hide it? You freaked out and found it. Why'd you do that? He isn't strong when he's sober.

I've been there you know. I've heard you're screams. When he takes you down to the basement and beats you with that wipe and rapes you. I hear every scream. I'd go get you but I promsied you I'd keep your brothers away when it happens so I sit there keepign them from going to get you.

I hate him more than anyone in this world. More than Germany when he invaded me. More than you when you betrayed me. More than anyone I have ever come to know. I hate him the most. More than you can understand or ever will.

I saw those scars on your back. Long and ragged with dried up blood on them. I saw what he did too you. I didn't say anything because I know you wouldn't want me to know. Wouldn't want me to get fired up and go start a war because you know I will because I love you.

But you don't know me as good as you think you do. I'm not as dumb as I make myself out to be.

I know why you keep going back. You don't know I know but I do. I know why you don't leave him and even know that you don't have to go back you still do. I know you like it.

I know that part of you. The dark, twisted, haunting side of you that makes you cry in fear and keeps me awake at night. I knw it and I've seen it.

I know that you like the idea of being beaten. Of seeing blood and hearing screams and his laugh of pleasure. It's the side of you no one knows as good as I do. Not even you.

Remeber the little blue bird. The one we had as our pet as a child. Remember how when it died you cut it open and dirtied your hands in blood as I stood by watching in fear. How you cried when it was over out of fear because you never knew that side of yourself.

I held you then. I let you cried. I rocked you back and forth as you cried and calmed your fears. Told you it was alright.

I've been holding you for hundereds of years now Liet. I've held you every time Ivan beat the shit out of you and watched as you pretended to hate it. Watched as you pretended to care if your brothers saw you like this or not. Played along with your act and tears.

But know I'm done. It hurts to much to see you like that. To hear you say you love me and then have to watch you put on this act like you're hurting or you care who sees. I may be selfish like you say I am for doing this but I'm teird of you hurting me Lithuania.

That's why when you came to me tongiht as a bloody mess i shut the door on you. I"m terid of you hurting me.


Yeah I know it sucked. But I wanted to show a darker side to Lithuania and a more unselfish Poland. Hard to do and write but I did it unless.