A/N: I actually do enjoy these types of cannibalism stories, and this idea kept hopping around in my head but I had such trouble putting it into an actual story format. Just a little drabble this time.
August 5th 1940 is when Latvia became part of the USSR
маленька країна is Ukrainian for 'little country'
To some people, eyes are a window into the soul; every secret, every trait; everything the person knows is held in their eyes. To countries, it means a bit more.
Russia held up the glassy, almost perfect sphere, holding it up to the light; watching the way the light makes the dull purple seem to sparkle again. Smiling, he opening his mouth and slipped the ball into his mouth, savoring the taste before swallowing.
"August 5th, 1940." Smiling cheerfully Russia turned towards the small country standing near him, holding a hand to his eye, "I know what you know now Latvia~"
Latvia cringed at the though of the giant knowing all his secrets and hurried off to him room. Running into it and throwing himself onto the bed, the new Soviet socialist republic quickly fell asleep, hating every second of his new life.
Waking up the next morning, Latvia heard a rustling sound, and after some investigating, found a crinkled note lying in his bed.
Whispering under his breath, he read the note aloud, "Don't worry маленька країна, your eye will grow back. It always does. Ukraine."
The creatures known as the personifications of the countries used to kill and eat the heart of the country they took over. At some point, the stronger countries decided the senseless killing was pointless, and the heart-eating ritual evolved into eating the pathway of the soul: the eye.
