Russia leaned toward Latvia in his bonds, toward his ear.
"Why…are you doing this?" mumbled Latvia.
Lithuania was helpless to watch as Russia drew his knife.
Russia sighed, a sudden look in his eyes that spoke of terror.
"Life…is not enough, anymore."
Glancing toward Estonia, who was slumped over his chair, unconscious, Ivan raised his knife.
"No!" Lithuania could not stop the cry that came from his lips. "Don't take Latvia! Please! I'll do anything"
Frowning in childlike confusion, Russia turned to Lithuania, who bowed his head, helpless in the ropes he was tied to his chair in.
"Lithuania…I was not going to…never any of you."
Blinking, Lithuania raised his head.
Russia was gazing at his knife, and to Lithuania's amazement, there were tears running down his cheeks.
"I would never hurt any of you. So many of my people have died, but I would never hurt any of you…my friends."
Before Lithuania, or Latvia could do anything, Russia raised the blade, and slashed at his neck, blood pouring out.
A slow smile formed on Ivan's face, and he collapsed.
Lithuania could never forget the look in Russia's eyes, just before they faded.
They looked calm, happy.
Sad, scared.
Resolved.
Not quite the right word…
Child.