A/N: So first let me just apologize for two things... one this chapter is really short... It took forever to write... but is short. Also sorry for all the line breaks and POV changes! I have a really short attention span. :/ also tomorrow I'm not quite sure I can update... I have a full day cramming for finals study thing to do then... So I'm going to try really hard to put up another chapter today to make up for it! :) Also: I do no own Hetalia.

Latvia stood in the big dining room, trying not to pass out. Black dots were swimming in his vision, blocking his line of sight. Raivis shook his head and blinked, trying to stop the waves of dizziness that seemed to be crashing over him.

From the kitchen doorway, a pair of blue-green eyes framed by thin glasses peeked around the corner.

Estonia worriedly stared at the young sick nation. He saw Latvia sway dangerously as he waited to be looked around the corner as well. "What's gonna happen to him?!" Lithuania whispered, his voice on the verge of panic.

"It's alright." Estonia said with a semblance of calm. "H-He's going to be fine." though he couldn't quite hide his concern. Raivis is really ill, if he passes out, or even falls down... Estonia shuddered, not wanting to think about it as he watched Latvia continue to battle the dizziness.

Estonia and Lithuania's worried faces peering at them from the kitchen did not escape Russia's notice. He smirked as he continued to eat. This was a fun game! He slowed down his eating, delaying until he had to let Latvia leave. He didn't want the game to be over just yet.

Latvia felt... strange... there was no other way to describe it. He felt freezing cold to the point of numbness, everywhere. Everywhere except his face, which felt was if it was radiating heat. The room felt like it was spinning, he was tired. But Russia hadn't let him go yet. He knew that he couldn't ask to leave, he had a feeling that the question would not be met with kindness. So Latvia continued to stand there, still as a statue (or as still as he could, being as ill as he was.) the sky beyond the big windows grew steadily darker. Was It just Raivis, or was Russia eating slower? Swirling shapes invaded Latvia's sight, dizziness swept over him, he was about to fall over when suddenly...

"You can go now... make sure you help clean up... da?" a cheery voice said. Latvia hurried out of the room. As soon as he entered the kitchen, he collapsed from exhaustion. He felt someone catch him before his head hit the floor.

"L-Latvia?"

"Latvia!"

"Latvi-" and then everything went dark.

The next time Raivis woke up, he was in their shared bed, with Lithuania's worried face looking down at him.

"Latvia?" he questioned, feeling the younger nations forehead and frowning.

"y-yeah, I g-guess..." he croaked, his throat was dry and directly after saying this he went into a fit of uncontrollable coughing. The eldest Baltic handed him a cup of water, the young country gulped it down. "thanks..." he mumbled, handing the glass back. "what time is it?" he asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

""u-um..." he replied... "s-six thirty." Latvia's eyes snapped open, the sleepiness completely gone. He was supposed to be up half an hour ago.

"Crap!" he yelped, sitting up quickly, ignoring the dizziness. Getting out of bed, he quickly got ready for the day's chores.

"are you sure you can work?" Toris asked.

"Yeah." Latvia lied. It's not like I have a choice... he thought.

Latvia was cleaning the floor in the main hall of Russia's house when suddenly his head felt as though it had just been hit with a pile of bricks. His breathing became heavy and he fought to keep awake. No! I can't sleep now! must stay awake... must... stay... awake... must... stay... awa- the newly cleaned tiles rushed to meet him and he slumped over.

Russia was walking through his house, enjoying the sunlight that filtered through his windows, he smiled kindly. It was a beautiful day, maybe he would go outside... He thought of the 'game' he had going with Latvia. He was kind of sad that it seemed to be over. From what he had seen earlier, the youngest of his servants seemed determined to work through his fever.

Sighing sadly at the loss of his fun game. He grabbed his coat and headed for the door. In the main hall, he saw something crumpled on the floor. Upon closer unspection, Russia saw that it was Latvia, his breathing was dangerously uneven and raspy. He was bleeding from under his bandages. Russia's smile grew. It seemed his game was not over yet.

A/N: there you go! Hope you Enjoyed! I'll hopefully have a new chapter up soon! :)