"Hey, Lithuania."
Lithuania startled. He always did that when Russia greeted him. Russia sounded cheerful
and scary, like always. He hold his hands on Lithuania's shoulders, so he couldn't escape.
Lithuania fell his pile paper he'd been carrying.
"Follow me."
Lithuania followed unwillingly Russia. What if he'd...?
Russia led Lithuania to his working room. Slow Russian music played. Lithuania didn't
understand the words, it was disappointing. He loved music, if he knew what the lyrics meant.
He noticed himself being slightly pressed against something warm and soft, spinning around
in small circles. Was Russia... Dancing with him?
"Lithuania... I wanted to have a last dance with you."
"Last dance? What do you mean?"
"I'm... going to a war tomorrow, and I might die. But I don't want to think about it now. I just
want to... be with you."
Russia spinned Lithuania around in the small room. He was surprisingly good at dancing.
Lithuania relaxed. It felt really nice, dancing here with Russia. Every scary memory was
forgotten. He was almost disappointed when they stopped.
"Good night, dear Lithuania."