It was a cool day, brisk and windy, the type of day that held a certain mystical wonder. Latvia walked along the shore of the Baltic, the breeze from the choppy sea catching his brown hair in the wind.
Sighing deeply, he found his usual spot on the all but unfamiliar shore. Often, when he was stressed (which was more often that he often cared to admit), or when he simply needed calm in the mess that was the Baltic, Europe and, without reservation, the World.
As familiar as the shore was, it was an extremely rare treat. He had to leave out of Russia's supervision during peculiar times…such as during a cold, rainy day; or at a late hour of the night.
However, as he sat down in the sand, he could make out what at first sounded like…a distant voice.
Turning around quickly on his jumpy instincts, Latvia scanned the forest in the background that surrounded the shore. "Eh…W-who's there?" he said, half curious and half scared.
Receiving no response, Latvia began to turn the opposite direction and simply run away. However, a faint and calming voice from behind him convinced him otherwise.
"Latvia. Please, why don't you stay?" Turning around, Latvia caught sight of a familiar-looking woman, dressed in what he recognized as traditional Latvian dress.
"…Who are you?" Latvia said, anxiously, too stiff to do anything else.
"Latvia, I am Semigallia. Zemgale, properly. Anyway, Latvia, there is something you need to see."
She offered the short nation her hand, as the pair entered the woods.
"Zemgale? I…it is an honor to meet you." Latvia said, in wonder about the stories he could vaguely remember from his nostalgic past. Before, well, his unfortunes.
"Oh, Latvia, I believe the honor is…ours." Semigallia said, as she stopped and directed Latvia's attention forward.
Latvia had to force himself not to scream in surprise. Before him stood 2 other characters, all dressed in a variety of traditional wear from the complex history of the Baltic.
"Latvia, I'd like you to meet Latgalia and Courland." Semigallia nodded to Courland, as if the pair were dear friends. Or more.
Unsure of what so say, Latvia accepted each handshake as he was introduced. "I thought you all were dead…I had heard your cultures were extinct."
Thinking about what he had just said, Latvia's cheeks turned red. "…Oh…I am sorry, I should not have said that."
Courland burst into laughter. "Dear boy, Quite alright. You seem to have inherited Livonia's nature."
Semigallia rolled her eyes. "The two are far apart."
Latgalia smirked. "It's like we all forgot the history we are apart of."
"Well..It is very nice to be…reunited with you. However, why are you…eh…here?"
Latgalia walked over to Latvia and kneeled down to the smaller nation's level. "I've known Russia for quite a while, Latvia, and I have to say if anything, you need cultural support."
Semigallia joined Latgalia. "Yes, Latvia. We've watched you moping over your culture for far too long. Just know, we will be with you."
Courland grinned from afar. "And, if you ever need naval support, call on me!"
Latgalia grinned as well. "And if you ever need support from Russia, leave it to me!"
Semigallia scorned the both of them. "Now, Kurzeme, Latgale, that's ill advised. Latvia is the nation now."
Semigallia smiled back on Latvia. "-And so shall you always be."
"Latvia? Latvia! Wake up!"
Latvia awoke in his bed, his eyes focusing on Lithuania. He sighed. Just a dream after all. Why did they torture his hopes?
"Thank goodness you are awake…Usually you are up early." Lithuania said, slightly concerned but dismissing it. Latvia will be Latvia.
"Oh…It's nothing, Lithuania." Latvia said, unusually happy as he threw himself out of his covers and went to get ready for the day.
"…I rarely know what is up with him." Lithuania conceded, going back to his own business.
But at least, what was up with Latvia was hope.