Done with another chapter! It's getting a little more interesting... I really had to force myself to write though, I was on my computer thinking, "I should be writing..." then I would get distracted by something and three hours later I would remember and be like, "OK, time to get to work!" and I would open up FanFic and get distracted with other stories and that continued for the last two days... It took me 4 hours to just upload this chapter, let alone write it... this is the same reason I can't beat Zelda: Majora's Mask! I get distracted by some stupid little thing and end up with it saying, "Morning of the third day" and I've ran in a circle chasing a dead pixel on my monitor... anyways, hope you guys enjoy!^^ Oh and thank you so much to xEpicRikaOtakux for the title! It fits so perfectly and it makes me happy!^^
Latvia was jolted awake by a harsh pull on the collar still around his neck. When his eyes focused he could see Russia standing in front of him, the chain laying in one hand. "I think you're ready to come in now, you've learned your lesson, да?" Latvia lightly nodded his head before looking around, dazed for a moment, his jacket, the blankets, and Estonia had disappeared while he was a sleep.
Russia roughly unhooked the collar from around the boy's neck and lifted him up with one arm. He carried the small nation into the house and set him on his feet in the hallway, "Go bathe and warm yourself up before starting your chores for the day." Latvia quickly bolted away and down the hall to his room to gather clothes before getting a bath.
He relaxed back into the warm water, it felt like fire on his freezing limbs and it took him a couple minutes for the burning to subside. He drifted into sleep and was awoken again by someone knocking on the door. "Latvia, you might want to get out soon, Russia will get angry if you're in there much longer." It was Estonia again. The small boy stood up, letting the water drip down his body and pool on the tile floor as he fumbled around looking for a towel in the cabinet under the sink.
Latvia walked down the stairs, now fully dressed with hair still damp, and proceeded to start his chores. By the third time he had fallen while trying to reach up to dust the top shelf and not put weight on his leg he decided to take a break. He walked into the kitchen and grabbed the milk out of the refrigerator. He rested it on the counter so he could reach up and open the cupboard, when he opened it a glass fell out and hit him on the head, he tried to reach out and grab it before it fell on the ground but inadvertently put his weight on his injured leg. The glass hit the ground and shattered, and shortly after, Latvia followed it, falling face first into the shards of glass. He silently held back his sobs as he quickly tried to gather the shards off the ground before he drew Russia's attention, he cut his hands several times in the process and by the time he had thrown away all the glass, there was quite a bit of blood on the ground. He reached into a drawer and grabbed a washcloth that he then ran some cold water over, he proceeded to start scrubbing the blood off the ground. He was so preoccupied with trying to clean up and ignore the pain in his hand and cheek, where a small piece of glass was still lodged, that he didn't notice when Russia stepped into the entryway.
"You really are so clumsy, you broke another one of my glasses, да? You know I will need to punish you again." Latvia scrambled backwards, stopping when he hit his back on the broken cabinet where he used to hide. He curled up into a ball and sobbed into his knees, no longer holding back. He felt a warm hand fall on his head, gently. He looked up to see that Estonia was standing over him, resting his hand comfortingly on the top of his head and looking down at him with a sorrowful smile, Russia was standing behind him staring straight at the shaking boy. "What are you looking at, your eyes are out of focus. Did you really lose that much blood?" It was Russia, he walked forward and Latvia closed his eyes, when he opened them Russia was crouched in front of him, his hand reached out and grabbed the small boy's chin, pulling it up so they were looking face to face. Tears were running down his bloody face as the larger country stared into his eyes. "You look fine now." he grabbed the washcloth off the ground and wiped it across Latvia's cheek, causing him to wince. Russia grabbed his hair and slammed the small nation's head against the wooden cabinet door behind, "Why can't you learn? I punish you for breaking something and you end up doing it again, why can't you be good?" Latvia could feel warm blood dripping down his neck as he blacked out.
He came to when he felt a hand rest gently on his shoulder, he opened his eyes but couldn't see anything in the darkness. The ground was cold and hard, it didn't feel like it was outside because the air was so unnaturally still, the filth on the ground was so thick he couldn't tell what was underneath. He turned his head to try and make out who was sitting next to him and felt the collar around his neck again restricting his movement, he couldn't see so he reached out his arm, only to have it held back by a chain. "H-hello…?" he whispered, no response, the hand lifted from his shoulder and he felt a cold breeze. He curled his legs up to his chest, trying his best to wrap his arms around them but ending up struggling against the chains and giving up, leaving his arms lying awkwardly by his side as he tried to rest his head on his knees. A door at the top of a staircase opened, giving him a second of blinding light and a few seconds to take in his surroundings, he was in Russia's basement, the walls were lined with all kinds of strange tools, covered in the same filth that covered the floor, and at the top of the staircase stood Russia. He stepped in and closed the door behind him, leaving it dark again. He heard the heavy footsteps coming down the stairs, squeaking with each step and when they stopped a small light bulb lit up in the middle of the room. The large nation was now standing at the bottom of the stairs, hand resting on a light switch.
"It seems normal punishments aren't working. If you would only just be obedient..." Latvia struggled against the chain, trying to get to the corner rather than where he was chained in the middle of the wall. "Struggling isn't helping you little one, just making me angry, да?" The small boy let the tears run down his face as he sobbed quietly, Russia was walking along the wall, finger lightly following along and brushing against each of the tools, choosing one. "It must be difficult, having your brother leave you. Let me distract you from that…"Latvia was about to look up when something came down on his head hard, he couldn't see straight, his mind was jumbled, and he passed out again but not before hearing Russia say, "Maybe you're too delicate for this punishment…"
I leave very long author's notes... I just love talking to myself that much!^^ I guess I'm talking to the readers, but seeing as I don't know who the readers are or if they're even reading this, I classify this as talking to myself. But I guess I never talk to anyone other than myself so oh well! A couple days ago was my birthday and I was so happy and I got out of bed and started making breakfast and woke my mother up and she comes out and says, "did you move the garbage cans down to the street?", "But its my birthday!" ...and she walked out of the room and walked back with some leftover Halloween candy and said, "happy birthday!"... TT-TT And then I remembered last year when my phone died from all the messages from Facebook I got saying happy birthday so I turned it off and that night I checked it and I got one message from this random kid in my class that said, "hpy b-dy"... I'm so alone! D': one person remembered and that was probably just the notification thing! and they couldn't even spell out full words! I guess that's what I get for being so antisocial... I just ended up making myself a giant light blue cake, and eating it all on my own... happy 18th birthday to me...