A/N: I gotta love Poland and Lithuania. Their personalities go hand in hand (not to mention that Poland's, like, totally a boss). This is also my first MULTI-CHAPTER! BOOYAH! New chaptahs coming soon.

I own the rights to all of these things, and I am currently making a large sum of money off them. Happy opposite day.

Liety's Weekend

Lithuania stooped to look under the bed. He'd checked behind his pillow, in the covers, the three-drawer dresser, and all over the brown carpet. Nothing.

Of course, having to hold up his green pants made searching much harder. Where was that darn belt?

Great, he thought, It is only 8:30 and stuff is already going wrong.

It was his day off, a beautiful Sunday morning. He had planned on waking up early, drinking a nice cup of hot tea, and taking a bike ride into town for the day. He might've even had a picnic by a lake. That was what he had PREFFERED to do, but anything that kept him away from that big psychopath he worked for was fine by him.

He wasn't complaining- at least no one tried to attack him with his master around- but there was only so much work he could do before he snapped like a twig. So, Russia had so kindly given him (and the other two servants) a day's respite.

But it looked as if his plans were all for naught, because of his darn belt.

"Maybe it slipped off sometime yesterday," Lithuania mused, getting up and walking out of the small bedroom with one hand grasping his side. Having to awkwardly waddle through the massive halls of Russia's house was humiliating… He had a feeling that Estonia and Latvia already left for their pleasant weekends, but what if Miss Belarus was still around? I'd be more terrified than embarrassed, he decided with a sigh, passing by a large oak door.

Suddenly, he heard a happy chuckle coming from inside the room. It was clearly the psychopath himself.

Lithuania stopped with a small, suppressed gasp. He'd expected Russia to be at a meeting or something today. The door was cracked ever so slightly. What was he doing? Holding his breath, the small country backtracked and peered through the opening. What he found was the tall, scarf-clad man standing off to the side, holding something in front of him (out of Lithuania's view).

Russia turned around with a cheerful expression. "This cute little belt I found is perfect size!" Sure enough, the leather strap was dangling from one of his hands. He had found it! The spy outside made a move for the door, but stopped short. Great and Fearful Russia said it was the "perfect size," yet, as he held it, it looked much too small for him. What did he want it for?

The country inside the room turned towards an obscured corner, smiling. "Here you go, Killer! A brand new collar for you." What came next was the sound of a chain being pulled taught and a low, vicious growl.

Lithuania was already at the other end of the house before he regained feeling in his legs.

He wasn't getting that back anytime soon.

"Now what am I going to do?" he whimpered, having caught his breath. He would have to borrow another belt from someone- going to the shops in his current state wasn't an option. Latvia and Estonia were most likely wearing theirs, Ukraine wasn't around, Belarus didn't wear pants, and Russia was completely out of the question. Finally, Liety's green eyes traveled up to the telephone sitting on a table across the hallway.

Somehow he knew his one day off would involve Poland.