Latvia hadn't slept at all. He'd been trying, but every time his eyes closed, nightmares flooded his subconscious. Now, he was so exhausted he could hardly see straight, literally. He walked into the kitchen, and hit his arm on the corner of the table. A bottle of vodka on the other end fell to the ground and shattered. Latvia stared wide-eyed and knelt down, scraping the glass into his hand. The glass cut him and the red liquid pooled with the vodka on the floor. After he scraped up the shards and wiped the vodka with a rag, he relaxed a minuscule amount. Then he heard Russia's bedroom door open and shut, and heavy footsteps down the hallway. Latvia turned his back to the doorway, because if Russia saw his face, he'd know what was wrong. The footsteps walked through the doorway, and to the table, then stopped. Latvia was sure that his thumping heartbeat would give him away. "Latvia, there was a bottle of vodka sitting here. Where is it?"

"I d-don't know." Latvia was glad his voice always shook, so it didn't stand out now.

"Are you sure?" Russia walked closer to him, but Latvia's back remained turned.

"I-I didn't see i-it sitting t-there." Latvia closed his eyes. Surely, Russia would ask the other Baltics, right? Instead, he walked to the trash can and pulled out a piece of glass.

"You didn't do this?" He asked again, leisurely stepping in front of the boy and holding the piece out.

"I-It was an accident, honest. P-Please d-don't hit me again." Latvia began to cry.

"Today, I'm not going to hit you." Russia smiled evilly, and Latvia fought the urge to run. It would be useless and he would just be punished further.

"T-Thank you." Latvia nodded slightly in respect. Then Russia's large hand grabbed his wrist and dragged him forward. "W-What…?" He started.

"You need a different form of punishment today." Russia explained calmly, still pulling him down the hallway with ease.

Latvia didn't bother trying to pull away or resist in any way. "I-I…"

"You what?" Russia asked, opening the back door and thrusting Latvia into the snow. He followed.

Latvia began to shiver violently. Russia wore a coat, scarf, and boots while he only wore his usual outfit which was unfit for such cold weather. Now he shivered not only from fear, but from being chilled to the bone. He stood up from where Russia pushed him down. The snow was almost up to his knees, and his pants had clumps of the white stuff attached now. He sneezed. "C-c-cold." He mumbled to himself.

"What did you say?" Russia asked, taking his arm and pulling him, tripping and stumbling, deeper into the snow.

"I-It's c-cold." Latvia replied, a bit louder. "You g-got my c-clothes wet when y-you p-pushed me."

"And you do not care, da?" It wasn't really a question, it sounded like a declaration.

"…J-Ja…" He mumbled, shaking harder than ever.

They came upon an old shed, and Russia opened the door. The inside was completely bare and smelled of rotting wood, which explained the dampness in the air. "Well, go on in." Russia shoved him forward, into the small place. It wasn't long enough to even lie down in. "I'll come back for you later. Then you will not break any more bottles, da?" He didn't wait for a response before slamming the door. The sound of a padlock clicking make Latvia even more afraid. Temperatures were subfreezing, and he was dressed for the warm inside he was in just minutes before. He rubbed his hands together. The shed was cold and semi-dark. There were spots in the roof with holes, but he couldn't even get close to reaching them, so the only thing they provided was light. Soon enough, Russia will need him to do something or another, right? Then he'll have to come and unlock the shed.

Latvia leaned back against the wall and sighed. Aside from the cold, it wasn't so bad. No one could hurt him here, and he was finally completely out of danger. Those optimistic thoughts were the first he'd had in a long time. He also eventually got the best rest he'd had in a long time.

A/N: First off, I know I made some promises surrounding my letters fic, but I had this idea and I just had to write it. Also, upon re-reading this, I realized it sounds like Latvia dies. HE DOES NOT DIE! I wouldn't kill him off. Well, actually…NO! NO SPOILERS FOR MY OTHER STORY! Okay so there will probably be one or two more chapters, depending on how long it takes Latvia to escape. I've got a really bad headache right now, so I don't know when I'll put anything new up. So, yeah, that's about it.