He was sorry that he was never there in his time of need. It seemed that he could never help his partner, or save him from the cruel, cold hobby that his Russian tormentor provided. He could never stop the cruel horror from consuming his once loving, sweet and shy partner, the one he at one time loved with all of his being, and his heart seemed to ache with pain at this realization. the realization of how sorry he was.
He was sorry that his own younger siblings suffered daily from the same Russian man that had tormented and left scars that would last forever. Even if one of them absolutely never bothered to complain or confront him, he could hear their yelps and cries. Each time he heard a shriek or a sob coming from one of his dear family members, he felt it slowly devouring him, eating away at his mind with guilt.
He missed the calmer days. The days when he and his Poland were one the same. The days of the Polish-Lithuanian commonwealth. Back then he had never had the knowledge of having to worry other then that his friend would be with him. But he didn't know that that wasn't going to be the last of his worries at that time.
He missed the Rye fields the most probably. The days where he was harvesting the grain, the warm sun beating down on his back. Then the hours that he'd just laze around in the cool comfort that the fields provided him. He missed sitting there, with him and with his brothers.
One thing he did not miss was the long, dreadful abuse that he had suffered though the long years. Yes, He most certainly did miss the person that was the abuser, but he could never forget the scars. The fact he'd not only hurt his former lover, but his younger siblings. That was what hurt him the most. He didn't know how to stop the tears when he was alone but, he tried.
Lithuania dreaded the fact that he could not leave Russia alone. He almost hated the fact that he couldn't after all the pain and suffering Russia had caused for not only him but for Poland, Latvia, and Estonia. To him, there was no visible reason that Belarus should have held so much love for the cruel and childish man. Lithuania also could not that Ukraine had any form of common-sense with how much she truly cared about her brother, with how cruel he had been. Because Russia's fields were soaked with blood, the blood of innocent people and innocent nations. Why? Why couldn't he stop loving that cruel man that had captured his heart?