Days turned to weeks as the weeks turned to months.
Before he knew it, Lithuania had been staying with Russia for years.
"There you are, my little Litva."
Lithuania jumped hearing the voice of his master. He whipped around and saw the larger nation standing in the doorway with his beige scarf and long jacket.
"Do you need something, sir?" he asked with dutiful sincerity.
{Seasons came and changed the time}
{When I grew up, I called him mine}
He crossed the room and pulled Lithuania into his arms.
"S-Sir?" he stammered.
Russia ignored him and stroked the brunette's hair gingerly.
"I have always loved you, Litva." He giggled childishly into his wavy locks, taking in their distinct scent.
{He would always laugh and say}
{'Remember when we used to play?'}
:~:
With the start of the Great War, Lithuania found he had a lot of time where his master was gone for months on end. The days would drag on and his thoughts would always wander back to that dominating Russian, because he, better than anyone,- nation or not- knew how unprepared he was for this war.
Hearing the news from people around Moscow, his blood became frigid in his veins.
The Battle of Tannenberg- the first clash between Russia and Germany- had just ended. Lithuania listened in horror to the devastating losses the Russian Second Army suffered. It was almost as if he could hear his master's cries from the battle ground, and he felt responsible.
{Bang bang, I shot you down}
He secretly wished that something would happen to his sadistic master that would gain him and the others the freedom they so desperately wanted. Was he then the reason that almost the entire army had been annihilated?
{Bang bang, you hit the ground}
Russia stood with his people as they charged the Germans at Tannenberg. His normally beige clothing were now soaked with blood- his own and others.
As a soldier died, he felt a searing blade graze his own skin, and as a soldier was taken as prisoner he felt a piece of himself being taken with them.
As the toll climbed higher, he couldn't help but think of his favourite back home and let out a heart-wrenching scream.
{Bang bang, that awful sound}
Lithuania couldn't comprehend why he was curled up in his master's bed, weeping openly. He blamed himself for the war, for the Russian's being dragged into it, and for the crippling losses that his master must be suffering.
He found himself holding the pillows close to his heart and trying to take in his master's unique scent of vodka and sunflowers.
"I'm so sorry, Russia," he sobbed again and again. "I did this to you..."
{Bang bang, I used to shoot you down}