Hello, awesome people! Well, as you can see, today is Friday! Well...at least, it's Friday where I live. It might be Thursday or Saturday where you live. Okay, I will stop over analyzing things now.

I'll just answer the guest review, and we shall get on with the chapter! :)

Guest: Thanks for the review! I laughed a lot reading it...

Yes, Estonia is Kira! Now you've made me want to write a Death Note crossover... XD

So, apparently, Lithuania is a dog now. O_O I must draw this!

Hmm...will she? I guess you'll have to wait and see...


Chapter Three:

Estonia had never felt more sure that what he was about to do was right. Ordinarily, that would have scared him a little. But, for some reason, all his fear had evaporated into nothingness. And in place of his fear were those strange little voices, whispering to him, telling him it would be okay.

"If you do this, Lithuania and Latvia won't understand why. But then, in time, they will realize why you did it, that you were trying to help, and they'll thank you for it. You'll see. It'll be all right."

And he almost believed it would be all right. In fact, the more he thought about it, the more he wondered why he hadn't thought of this alternative sooner. Everything else that the Baltics had tried had gone horribly wrong, and ended in violence… But if they started with the most violence possible, then how could the ending be any worse than the beginning?

The blonde Baltic gripped the gun tightly as he marched up the stairs to Russia's room. It wouldn't do to lose the gun, would it?

Estonia smiled to himself as he paused for a moment outside of Russia's room.

"So," he thought, "This is the end…of everything."

He didn't know where the thought had come from, but it seemed to fit the situation, and he rather liked it. He stood there for a moment longer, smiling for no particular reason. And then, tightening his grip on the gun, he reached for the doorknob.


"What was that?" Belarus asked.

Lithuania did not reply. He was starting to feel very, very afraid. He could think of only a few reasons that Russia would have fired a gun at anyone…and almost all of those reasons had something to do with Estonia or Latvia.

"I…don't know," he said quietly, trying to suppress his sense of dread.

"We need to see what it is," Belarus said, as if the gunshot had just been a noise of something breaking, and not the sound of a potentially lethal weapon going off. "Come."

Not daring to disagree, Lithuania followed Belarus out into the hallway, where they stood still for a moment, trying to figure out where the shot had come from. It was then that Lithuania first heard footsteps from down the hall.

"B-Belarus," he whispered, "There's somebody…"

"Big sister," Belarus said, and Lithuania realized that the girl had already noticed the footsteps.

It was indeed Ukraine, who came running up to them, looking extremely distraught.

"What is wrong?" Belarus asked. Ukraine did not reply, and Lithuania suddenly realized that the older girl was crying.

"Ukraine!" Belarus snapped, grabbing the other girl's shoulders and shaking her, "Stop, now! Tell us what is wrong, or we can't help you!"

"Estonia's crazy!" Ukraine sobbed, "H-he…he made me show him where Russia keeps the guns… And then he took one!"

Lithuania felt as if everything had stopped, as if he was the only thing still moving.

"No, please… Tell me this isn't happening… Estonia…"

"When did this occur?" Belarus asked, somehow remaining calm despite the circumstances.

"T-two nights ago," Ukraine wailed, "I was going to tell Russia, but Estonia was scaring me and I couldn't figure out why he was scaring me and I didn't think he was seriously going to…"

"And he has done it…" Lithuania murmured, "He's actually gone to challenge Russia once and for all."

And, he suddenly realized, that would do no good. Even if Estonia succeeded in his crazed mission, even if the Baltics left Russia's house, the other nation would only find them again and drag them back. And Lithuania couldn't even think about what Estonia's punishment would be for doing such a deed.

"I have to stop him," he whispered, and suddenly both Belarus and Ukraine were staring at him.

"He's got to be stopped before someone gets hurt!" Lithuania said urgently, "Go back to your rooms, both of you, and don't come out until I tell you it's safe. And don't let Estonia in if he somehow manages to get down there, understood?"

Ukraine nodded, and Lithuania could see the fear in her eyes. Belarus, however, looked skeptical.

"How do we know you didn't help Estonia plan this?"

Lithuania could easily have started crying at that precise moment, he was so disturbed and frustrated.

"You're just going to have to trust me," he said, staring pleadingly at Belarus, "Please. Just this once, do what I say."

There was silence for several moments. Then, Belarus nodded.

"Then take this," she said, and, reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a long knife.

Lithuania stared at the knife, not wanting to take it.

"You need it," Belarus insisted, thrusting the knife at him, "If you told me the truth about big brother, and if Ukraine is telling the truth about Estonia, then you have two mentally unstable people to deal with, and one of them has a gun. Take the knife. Now!"

Lithuania had no choice but to accept the knife. Somewhere in his mind, he knew Belarus was right. If he was going to do this incredibly risky and foolish thing, then he would need some sort of weapon.

"T-thank you," he whispered, accepting the knife.

Belarus nodded, and then, as she turned back to Ukraine, she muttered:

"Good luck. You'll need it."

And Lithuania was sure that that was the nicest thing Belarus had ever said to him. But he had no time to dwell on that. Because, as he heard a second gunshot echo through the long halls of Russia's mansion, he began to get a terrible feeling that time was running out.


Russia had not been expecting anything to happen on this particular night. Then again, the Baltics tended to defy predictability. But no one ever stormed into his room in the middle of the night…

Except Estonia. Estonia seemed to have formed a habit of invading rooms where he had no business. And now the blonde Baltic was back, which confused Russia. He didn't remember doing anything in recent days that would have provoked a visit from Estonia…

"Estonia?" the tall nation asked, standing up to face the middle Baltic, "What are you wanting?"

"What do I want?" Estonia echoed, and Russia suddenly began to wonder if this was really Estonia. There was something different about the blonde Baltic tonight… There was something in his voice, in his eyes, in his demeanor…something that hadn't been there before.

"I'll tell you what I want," Estonia said, "I want to kill you."

"Oh," said Russia after a moment's pause. He laughed, but it was a laugh with a touch of nervousness in it.

"That is pretty funny joke, Estonia," Russia said, smiling, "Now, what are you really wanting?"

"First, I want you to stop underestimating me!" Estonia shouted, and Russia suddenly realized that the blonde Baltic had been keeping his right hand carefully concealed. Now, Estonia whipped his hand out from behind his back, revealing something that glinted in the dim light. A gun.

"Where was he getting that?" Russia thought. He was starting to wonder if this was a bad dream.

"I made Ukraine tell me where you keep your weapons," Estonia said, smiling, "You really shouldn't tell her those things. She's far too easy to scare."

"What did you do to my sister?" Russia snapped, suddenly angrier than he was afraid.

"I could have done a lot of things to her," Estonia said, "Maybe I should have done something. Then you could see how I feel, watching you hurt Lithuania and Latvia."

"If you ever touch my sister, I'll punish you very badly," Russia threatened, although it wasn't a very convincing threat, considering that he was currently being held more or less at gunpoint by an angry Estonia.

"Oh, you won't punish me," Estonia said with a decidedly crazed giggle, "Actually, Russia, I'm going to punish you."

"I do not think you are understanding," Russia said, "You are not in the position for punishing me."

"But, Russia," Estonia said, smiling, "Which one of us has the gun?"

"You are having gun," Russia said, "But if you would be putting it down, then we could be…"

"Shut up!" Estonia yelled. And then, to Russia's shock, the gun went off.

The bullet went wide, hitting the wall near where Russia was standing. The tall nation flinched. Suddenly, this didn't seem like a dream anymore.

"Estonia, this is not being much fun!" Russia said, backing away slightly.

Estonia's smile looked more like a smirk now, and that frightened Russia. There was something not right about this whole situation.

"It's not very fun, is it, Russia?" the Baltic nation asked, "It's not very fun being threatened. Now you know how I felt, all those times when you hurt me. But you're never going to hurt me or Lithuania or Latvia again. I promise you that."

"I…I am not understanding…" Russia mumbled. Actually, he thought he knew what Estonia was going to do, but that was just disturbing.

"This is bad dream… Must be waking up now… Why am I not waking? I can always be waking when I want to… Unless… No, is bad dream, only a dream!"

"Oh, you'll understand fairly quickly," Estonia said with a laugh. A moment later, there was a loud noise, but Russia barely had time to register the noise before he felt an unexpected pain in his shoulder. His other hand went to his shoulder, and he soon realized what had happened.

"Shot… Shot is bad. I want to wake up now!"

"Estonia… Why?" he asked, his voice sounding plaintive even to himself.

"Why?" Estonia asked, suddenly enraged, "Think of everything you've done to me, and to the others, and tell me you don't know why!"

"I…was trying to be…" Russia stammered, confused. This couldn't be happening. This wasn't happening. It was just a dream… Wasn't it?

He looked around, and located his faucet pipe lying several feet away. Cautiously, Russia moved in the direction of his pipe.

"Stop right there!" Estonia shouted, his gun pointed at Russia's head.

And that was when Russia realized that if this was a bad dream, it was the worst one of his life.


And that, my friends, is a chapter. I feel like I'm really bad at writing Russia... And snapped!Estonia for that matter... One would think with my obsession with insane characters, I would learn how to write them...

Anyways, enough about me and my doubts about my ability to write these characters.

I just realized earlier that Latvia has not done a single thing in this entire fanfic. I'm going to remedy that soon, but it probably won't be for a few more chapters. But, this time, unlike in my other fics, Latvia is going to do something! It just requires... No, wait, I can't tell you. Nevermind. You'll see soon.

Next update will probably be on Monday, unless I can sneak online on Sunday somehow. Reviews may convince me to update Saturday night! ;)