As the Belarusian man reached down to the pile of clothes he grabbed his sister's favorite winter mittens. He held them close to his face and closed his eyes in content, and let out a loud exhale of content.

He grabbed the closet door and closed it. He suddenly heard the noise of the door in which he broke down being moved, he turned and saw the Lithuanian woman, his expression grew as sour as ever.

"…" He thought to himself, 'I don't have time to speak to people such as her.' He grit his teeth in anger and looked away from her as if to not even acknowledging she was there, his eyes then began to glare around the room looking for his sister.

The woman bit her lip as she looked at him, she then thought to herself, 'He looked at me.' Her face blushed pure red. She was in pure excitement,

She then thought to herself one again, 'Usually he would tell me to get out, threaten me, or he'd even break my hand until I'd stop looking at him hmm…he's not even looking at me anymore…oh, I wonder what's that is in his hand?'

She then spoke in a happy sweet sounding voice, "Hi, Mr. Belarus sir, if I may ask, what that is in your hand?" She showed her innocent sweet smile. He turned to her to respond, his expression was as bland and as serious as ever, as a frown was planted on to the Belarusian man's face.

His voice sounding as cold as The Russian winter's winds. "Have you seen my sister?" He didn't even answer her question.

All that mattered to him was his sister, and only that.

The Lithuanian woman still kept a smile on her face as she spoke back. "N-No Mr. Belarus, I haven't." She was trying so hard to pick up the fallen down door and move it. She was not able to pick it up, so she pushed it away from the entrance and to the side,

her voice was calm, yet she stuttered slightly. "Estonia and Latvia can help me m-move this, don't worry." The man ignored her he now was looking under his sister's bed,

"Damn…lost her again." He mumbled under his breath and got back up to his feet, clenching his fist he looked at the woman with a look of pure anger,

"….Since you don't know where she is you're no help to me.. pathetic..." He walked out of the square hole in were a door once was, he walked and sat on his sister's couch and turned on the television, watching whatever caught his eye. He thought to himself. 'Dammit...why doesn't my sister love me back...'

Lithuania sighed as she watched him walk out. As soon as he was far away from she whispered "...Why doesn't he love me back…" She frowned and held her hands to brown hair playing with it in her fingers.

Looking down at the cold wooden floors when suddenly, a familiar voice was heard. "Liet?" Russia whispered. She then peaked out of the closet, she was covered in scarfs, mittens, dresses.

She crawled out of the closet, took the clothes that hid her from her brother and practically threw them at Lithuania, she then spoke quietly but sternly. "Hang these back up, also where did my Little Brother go?"

Tori caught the clothes and responded, "Yes mam, and-" Lithuania's words were then suddenly cut off by the Russian woman,

"Shhh…you speak quieter, da?"

Lithuania nodded. She was now whispering, "Y-Yes mam, and Belarus is still here…I think." She spoke as she walked over and began to hang the clothes back up.

Russia then spoke, "You distract him, da? Then I sneak out."

Lithuania gulped, "H-How am I going to do that?" The Lithuanian stuttered,

Russia looked around and took a moment to think, and then she spoke, "Bother him a bit, ask questions, you'll think of something."

Lithuania took many, many large breaths before walking out of gap in which there used to be a door. She looked at the little mirror in the hallway. She fixed her hair briskly, and looked down to her dress.

She patted it down and fixed it up, as she was almost done fixing herself up she heard a whisper,

"Hurry up...now.." Russia was poking her head through the hole, she had a impatient frown on her face.

Lithuania looked at the Russian woman, trembling, "Y-Yes...mam." She said in a quiet whisper. She took one more deep breath, She began walking and thought to herself,

"Here I go...you can do it Liet." and then she walked and caught eye contact with the Belarusian.