So, you guys wanted me to upload both endings, so here's the first one! I'm uploading this one first, not because it's better, but because the other is two parts, and I haven't finished the second part yet. So, that'll be uploaded soon.

This is the supposedly 'happy' ending, which is just generally random and I think possibly a bit cliche for a Baltics-centric fic... Oh, whatever. Here, have the chapter.

Lithuania had known that he would probably be caught. He had known that every moment that he stayed in the basement increased the danger of discovery. But he couldn't leave. He couldn't leave Estonia alone, he couldn't abandon Latvia upstairs, and he knew that if he was caught, then he would be leaving one or both of them alone.

But, still, when the light came on, it frightened him.

"I thought I heard voices," Russia said, sounding incredibly annoyed, "Lithuania, you are breaking the rules."

"I…I can explain," Lithuania stammered.

"There is no need for the explaining, da?" Russia replied, "We all know why you are down here. You are interfering. I thought you would have learned your lesson, but you seem to not want to learn."

The larger nation's gaze flickered over to Estonia, who shrank back into the shadows, shaking.

"You haven't learned either," Russia said to the trembling nation, "Or you would be saying sorry."

"He's half dead, Russia," Lithuania protested, "If he was human, he would be dead. Humans can't live without water for long, and he's been down here three days. That's enough time for a human to die."

"That is how he learns," Russia said, "If he is never punished, he will keep on doing silly things. I am trying to teach him, and you are getting in the way. Why do you like getting in the way, Lithuania? Don't you see that I'm helping you all?"

"It's supposed to help us…?" Lithuania echoed, "Russia…why do you think that? Who made you believe that? Who hurt you and told you it was helping you? M-maybe no one did. But if they did…can you remember? Can you remember hurting for so long it made you crazy? It did make you crazy, didn't it? I…I'm very sorry for you."

For a moment, there was silence. Lithuania continued staring at the floor, too afraid to look up. When he finally did, he saw that Russia was still standing in the doorway, staring blankly at the metal pipe in his hands.

"Mr. Russia…?"

There was no reply, and Lithuania was confused. What had come over the larger nation? Ordinarily, Lithuania would have been the object of Russia's anger at this moment…but, instead, he was perfectly unharmed. It was starting to appear as if Russia had been harmed in some way.

Cautiously, Lithuania stood up. As he took a step toward Russia, he was stopped by a weak pull on his shirt.

Lithuania looked back at Estonia, who shook his head weakly.

"Don't go!" the blonde nation was clearly saying, "He'll hurt you!"

Lithuania sighed, and gently removed Estonia's hand from his jacket.

"I'm fine," he said softly, "I know how to handle… Russia?!"

In the moment that Lithuania had been distracted, Russia had gotten his hands on a gun, which had presumably been inside his coat. Lithuania's eyes widened, and he took a step back, trying to shield Estonia.

However, to his surprise, Russia did not move to fire the weapon. The larger nation's gaze flickered from Lithuania and Estonia to the gun, and back again.

"W-what are you d-doing?" Lithuania stuttered.

"Experimenting," said Russia, "I know it doesn't work to be killing me, but…maybe you have a choice to run away, da?"

"What are you talking about…?" Lithuania asked, "I don't…"

"You will," Russia replied.

There was supposed to be blood. And memories of his people dying…definitely, a lot memories. But instead…instead Russia felt nothing. He hadn't even fired the gun yet, hadn't even lifted it to his head. So…why couldn't he move his arms? And why in the world did it feel like someone was hugging him?

"I won't let you," someone whispered, and Russia realized that there really was someone hugging him, pinning his arms to his sides.

Slowly, the tall nation opened his eyes and looked down. He hadn't known what to expect, but this had not even crossed his mind.

"L…Lithuania?"

"Don't even think about it," Lithuania whispered, "I know you could get free of me if you wanted to, but you don't want to shoot yourself…even if you won't die…it will hurt. I remember…"

And Russia remembered too, when he had finally gotten fed up with Lithuania and tried to silence him with a gun, because nothing else would.

"B-but, you don't want to stay here," Russia said, "So you could run away while I was out and…"

"And then no one would be left to help you," Lithuania murmured, "You'd be…dead…until someone found you. It hurts when that happens."

"You shouldn't even care," Russia said, trying to loosen the brunette's grip, "You should want to leave."

"I do…" Lithuania whispered, "But then I don't."

"I…I am not understanding," Russia said, confused.

"I don't either," Lithuania said, "But…Mr. Russia…sometimes…when I look at you…I see…I see my own feelings… I see what I might become someday... That's why I think…I think someone hurt you."

"You should not be worrying," Russia said, finally succeeding in getting the smaller nation off of him, "Now, you will be taking Estonia upstairs, da?"

Lithuania stared at him, his expression at once disbelieving and hopeful.

"Go," Russia said, "Now, quickly. There will be no more…no more hurting tonight."

The brunette Baltic stared at him for another moment, then slowly turned away. While Lithuania's back was turned, Russia silently left, leaving only his gun, abandoned on the floor.

I have this annoying feeling that this is incredibly cliche. I also feel like Russia is rather OOC...make that very OOC...in this chapter. But it literally wrote itself. This was not what I planned to write when I sat down a few days ago.

Anyways, this is the 'happy' ending. The other one will have two chapters at least, and will probably not be uploaded until Monday, since I have computer restriction on Sunday. I'm also debating a sequel to this...maybe... If I do do a sequel, it will go off into not-historically-accurate land, I'm sure...

Okay, I ramble a lot, so I'll shut my face now.

Review please, even if this chapter is incredibly horrible? :)