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"Poland!" He was just lying there on the ground, watching me. Why wasn't he doing anything? "Poland, help! Help me!" All I could do was watch his round, soft face. My vision started to blur as I was taken away. I could not live without Poland, and definitely could not survive with Russia!

My throat burned but I could not stop yelling to Poland. Soon all I could see was my hot blood dripping on the freshly fallen snow, and the rough beige wool of my captor's heavy coat. Being separated from my only friend had left me too tired to attempt to escape and too weak to fight back.

Lithuania woke up with tears in his eyes, slowly creeping down his cold cheeks. His breath caught in his throat as he frantically looked around. Seeing the other Baltics in the small, cold room that they shared, he found his bearings. The older country brushed back his sweat soaked hair and laid back down, listening to Latvia and Estonia's sleepy breaths. As he was drifting back off to sleep, he realized what day it was.

Several years ago from that day, he forgot how long, Poland and he were separated after Russia beat them.

Lithuania felt guilty, but sometimes he wished that Russia had taken both of them. He was close to the other Baltics, but they were so different. Poland had been his friend for a long time, and still was, but it was very hard to do anything in Russia's house. They had not seen or talked to each other since they were separated, and sometimes Lithuania wondered if his old friend still thought of him.

The sun rose over the cold, silent house and the Baltics began another monotonous day of fearing and serving Russia. Lithuania got up last of the three, which was very unusual for him. He usually was the first to rise, determined to do well to protect his younger brothers from Russia's anger. But not that day; Estonia shook him awake and he slowly got up to prepare for the day. After he has dressed and left their empty bed room, muscles cold and stiff from his lack of sleep, he solemnly made his way to the kitchen.

While he helped Latvia and Estonia with the morning preparations, he remembered his dream. He was still shaken up from his dream about Poland, but he tried to push those thoughts out of his head as he began to work.

When he went out to give Russia his breakfast, he knew something was wrong. In fact, Lithuania had been acting strange all week. But that day was different. He was not acting like his usual self at all; his confidence and alertness seemed to have just disappeared. He look at the ground as he meekly walked into the dining room and cautiously placed the fine white dishes in front of Russia. The sudden change in behavior concerned Russia. Ignoring his food, he reached out and grabbed Lithuania's arm as he turned to leave. "Stop." He looked up at Russia with dull green eyes. "Lithuania, are you ill?"

"No Sir." He spoke softly dropping his gaze back to the floor.

"You know that, as your master, I am responsible for taking care of you." Russia spoke a little harsher than he meant to, and he looked apologetically at his subordinate.

Lithuania merely nodded and left the room quickly.

After breakfast was out of the way, when they had all started their chores, Lithuania noticed that the other Baltics had given him the lightest work. Usually, he took the most rigorous tasks and left the rest for Latvia and Estonia. They had been particularly nice to him all day. The rest of the Baltics probably also remembered his very traumatic separation with Poland. All of them had bonded over recalling their terrifying capture by Russia, but Lithuania's story was especially painful.

As he went about his tasks, he found his mind wandering to what Poland was doing. It had been years since he had talked to his best friend, let alone see him. With every passing minute, Lithuania's sadness turned to concern. Poland had never been the most in tune with reality, and Lithuania had taken it upon himself to make sure his friend stayed out of trouble and took care of himself. Poland, on the other hand, filled the role of protecting Lithuania, and was often the only one who came to drag his bloody body away afterwards. It was a strange relationship, but the two were closer than brothers.

By the time lunch was being prepared, the other Baltics had noticed something was wrong with Lithuania. He shakily explained. "It's kind of like… an anniversary. But not a very happy one." The others' eyes softened when they realized what he meant.

"Brother-"
"Sorry I didn't realize."

"Are you okay?"

He smiled at his brothers' compassion, but it did not fill the hole that was left. He loved the Baltics, he really did. They were the only people that kept him sane in the seemingly endless prison of chores. But no matter how close he grew to his new comrades, he could not forget the old. Bowing his head for a moment, he contemplated what he lost. Poland, stupid as he may seem to everybody else, had quite a few redeeming qualities. He was funny, nice, optimistic, and caring. Lithuania pulled himself out of his own head just in time to see none other than Russia looking at him. Turning away from his boss and captor, he quickly resumed his chores.

The day was almost done. As usual in Russia, the sun set much earlier than seemed natural. Lithuania was even more fatigued than usual, and just wanted to leave the dim halls and sleep forever. Rushing to finish up, he did not hear footsteps behind him.

"Toris!" Russia called loudly, making him jump and nearly drop his load.

"Y-y-yes, Mr. Russia?" Calming down his heart rate, he looked up at the taller nation. He noticed the phone in his hand, and immediately prepared himself to receive bad news of some sort.

Russia smiled, to Lithuania's dismay, and held out the old-fashioned rotary phone. "It's for you."

The Baltic nation tentatively reached out to the phone. "Hello?" He heard a familiar voice. A very familiar voice. "Poland!" He exclaimed.