Ivan walked into his house slowly. He hadnt been out all night drinking like usual. So it was quite early for him. He sat at the table and glanced around. What now? He stared out, the uncomfortable silence seemed to grow closer to him with every second he was alone. Heh, Nothing new. Before long he let his mind wander. It reached great depths of thought before landing on one specfic topic.

The tall man got up and slowly went for one of the empty vodka bottles that littered the floor. He grasped hold of its neck and tossed it up to test its weight. "Oh Lithuania!" It echoed, "Come here for a minute." For a few seconds Ivan frowned at the silence, but perked up when sudden footsteps trampled down the stairs.

"Da?" The shaking baltic shrinked in size compared to the enormous soviet, Who was now, Raising the bottle high above his head. Almost like he was scratching his back.

"Im sorry for this but," to the smaller mans surprise the bottle suddenly came crashing down into his head. Toris fell to the ground and hugged his knee whille cupping his head. Blood gurgling from the exposed wound he had just encountered. Blood had already stained his hair. Ivan chuckled and brought another bottle down onto his head. Toris began silently screaming. Which didnt please the sadistic nation. He forced Toris to his feet, only to bring his new pipe down onto his shoulder. forcing him down again. In all the commotion no one noticed the phone ringing out a tune that sounded so cheery in the midst of pain.

Minutes ticked by of the same abuse., The pipe, the bottles, the hands. All flying and striking whatever they could. The other baltic nations thought Ivan was drunk by the way he forced out deep, murderous laughs, confused in with gurgling blood in the back of the nations throat..

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But this was the first day, Ivan had been sober. Since Germany died.

Kiku was franticall dialing again. His little fingers flying over each number quickly. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Voicemail. "Ugh!" His enraged cries were quickly cut short by a repeditive voice.

"Kiku! J-Japan!" Feliciano tugged desperatly at kiku's sleeve to get his attention. "Kikuuu! I jut woke up from my nap and i had a bad dream and i feel empty inside!" The italian boy began to weep again. Ever since Ludwig died Feliciano had been having horrible, Re-accuring nightmares. He had clung to the japanese mans side ever since. "Kiku, We need to get Doitsu back!" He sobbed harder.

"Uh, Feliciano. I know. Im working on that. Here," He paused to pick up his cat and hand it to the waiting boy. "Have my cat." Italy looked at it for a second before grinning once again and running off to play.

Kiku glanced back to the phone and dialed again.. "Come on Russia answer!" He was calling Russia to ask if he would like to stay over to help take care of Feliciano. He had been having terrible day dreams for a while too. And complanined about needing, A big strong Germany again? Kiku shook his head when the voicemail lady spoke out once again. Ugh! What are you doing Russia? He shouted to himself. How in the world was he going to take care of the complaining boy on his own?

Before to long Ivan had begun to slowly escape back to himself. It took a while for the sugar honey voice to melt away and return to the none blood tirsty Ivan Braginski. By the time Toris had scurried off Ivan noticed the phone's missed calls. Whose called me so late and so many times? He was left alone with his thoughts again.

Before to very long Ivan began to drift off to sleep. Still sitting on the couch in the living room. Blood stains surrounded him as he mewed softly. Quiet whispers could be heard in the room next to him, of the Baltics tending to Toris' wounds. There voices carried well throughout the old stone building but, to no avail could they ever wake Ivan. Till a loud ringing sounded next to him.

Kiku barely got sleep that night due to Feliciano and his nightmares. Ivan... Why couldn't you have picked up the phone! Your help would be soo useful right now! Kiku facepalmed and mentally slapped himself for not knowing how to deal with Feliciano. "Shh! Feliciano. It's ok. It was just a dream!" He tried harder to stop the flailing boy but it seemed to be failing. Glancing at the clock he read off the numbers outloud: "10:00... Wait here Feliciano. Ill be back in a minute." Kiku raced off and to the phone again. Maybe he'd pick up now? He dialed swiftly with his little fingers flying over each number. It rang.

And Rang

And Rang

And Rang

"Privet?" I tired voice sounded through after what seemed like years.

"Uh, Hello? Ivan? I need your help badly! Feliciano wont stop crying over Germany, and yelling that he needs "Another Germany around." C-can you help?" Kiku scrambled around for something to quiet the Italian boy down so he could hear. He threw a stuffed animal at Feliciano and it hit him square in the face. He sat for a second stunned. Enough time to hear Ivans reply. Thank god.

"Oh, Uh... Sure?" Kiku could tell he way still in a sleepy state but he needed him now. "Da, Ill be over right away."