When Raivis awoke, the first thing he noticed was a full head of blond hair and the warmth of Peter's body, warming up his own. Raivis' arms held tighter to the young boy. The scent of sea water was strong in Raivis' nose. He smiled and enjoyed the warmth the smaller boy gave to him. It felt good compared to his cold and empty bed in Russia.

Raivis' eyes opened and slit in anger.

"Russia," he whispered.

He needed to make sure that the large Russian man was dead. If he wasn't, Raivis knew he was putting Peter and his entire family in danger. Berwald may be strong but he couldn't hold off an angry Ivan. Even if his mind was set on protecting his family.

Slowly, carefully, Raivis unwound his arms from Peter and took the boy's hands off of himself. His body still ached but he ignored it, maybe even enjoyed it. Raivis put the sheets back onto Peter and quickly fled out the window.

*

Raivis knew his way to Russia. He had spent a few hours traveling from Sweden to Russia. When he finally got to the large fence that surrounded Ivan's home he began to feel nervous. What if Ivan wasn't dead? Just what if? Raivis shook his head and walked through the entrance of the fence. He approached the house and stopped. He quickly looked at the window. The curtain on the top floor rustled. Someone was watching.

"Who is that?!" Raivis demanded, more than asked.

Silence was his only reply. Raivis quickly raced up the steps and into the house. He looked around. His eyes caught a clock and saw that it was about the time where Toris would take Ivan his dinner. He probably discovered the body if there was a body, or he saw what had happened and immediately went to save him.

Raivis realized as he thought, he hated his brothers. They were weak. Pathetic. Easily pushed around. Just like he, himself, was before that one moment. Earlier that same day. Raivis hated his brothers. He wanted them dead. Just like Ivan was or is going to be very soon.

Raivis quickly raced into the kitchen. It was empty and the stove was still on. Some stew was being made. So, Toris was still cooking. Raivis went over to the knife drawer and opened it. The sharpest knife he could find was a nice 7 inch knife that Raivis had seen Toris only use a couple of times. Raivis chuckled at the irony of Toris losing his life to his own knife.

Raivis held the knife so that he could stab someone in a few seconds if he wanted, no, needed too. He pressed his back to the wall and began to quietly ascend up the steps. Only a few floorboards creaked as he walked as lightly as possible. When he got to the top he looked around the corner. No one was in the hallway. Pressed to the wall again, Raivis walked down the hall, straight to Ivan's room. It wasn't that far away and the door was still opened.

Raivis took a deep breath as he reached the door. He held the knife up in a stabbing kind of motion and went swiftly inside. He was met with the scene he left only a few hours ago. Ivan was still on the bed, blood coming form the opened wound on his neck. The blood had formed a large puddle on the bed and even spilled over onto the floor. Raivis looked around the room but saw no one else.

"Toris!" He shouted, turning his back away form the scene.

There was silence.

"Eduard!" Raivis shouted.

Once more, silence.

Raivis sighed and walked over to the bed. He might as well make sure that Ivan was dead. Upon having that thought, Raivis held up the knife and brought it down on Ivan's back time and time again. By the time he was finished, Ivan's back was stained with blood and a little bit of it was on Raivis' shirt. He didn't care however. Blood was easy to get out when you knew how to do it. Being with Ivan, Raivis knew how to do it.

Raivis left the room after that. He moved silently through the halls, wiping the blood off of his blade and onto one of Ivan's scarves he found in his closet. The house was unusually quiet. Raivis dropped the bloodstained scarf and went directly to Eduard's room. The door was closed. Eduard was home.

Raivis stopped in front of the door and waited a few seconds before opening it. The lights were on. The room was bare except for a bed and a desk for Eduard's laptop. Eduard himself was sitting at his laptop with head phones on. That must have been why he didn't hear Raivis when he shouted. Raivis wasted no time and went over to Eduard. He held his head back and sliced the blade clean across his throat. Blood spurted out and coated the laptop screen. He died immediately.

As Raivis wiped the blade on Eduard's shirt he glanced at the computer screen to see through the blood that Eduard was loudly listening to music and talking with his online boyfriend, Gunnar. Raivis had only met him once before and thought he was an okay guy. Might as well break the news to him.

'Hello, Gunnar, this is Raivis, Eduard's little brother. I'm going to inform you that I have just killed Eduard and am going to kill Toris very soon. Don't bother replying,' Raivis typed.

He waited five minutes and there was no reply. Raivis left the room. He traveled down the steps. The phone next to the staircase began to ring loudly. Raivis was quick to answer.

"Hello?" Raivis asked.

"You're not serious," the voice on the other line said.

It was Gunnar. Raivis smiled.

"I'm very serious, Gunnar. Eduard is dead. By my hands. You know, I could see the terror in his eyes as the blade cut into his throat," Raivis said as if he were talking in a casual conversation.

There was silent for a few seconds.

"You're lying!" Gunnar exclaimed.

"I'll leave you to judge that," Raivis stated.

"You bastard! I'll kill you! You-," and Gunnar continued shouting.

Raivis sighed. He had no time for this.

"Goodbye, Gunnar. I'll see you shortly," he said and hung up.

"Who was it?" A voice asked.

Raivis spun around, knife behind his back. His eyes were met with Toris, still in his cooking apron. He was smiling widely. He must not have discovered Ivan's body yet.

"Oh, it was Gunnar. He just wanted to talk to me for a second," Raivis said.

"About what? I thought Gunnar would only really talk to Eduard," Toris said.

"Well, Eduard's under the weather right now," Raivis said.

Toris turned back to the kitchen.

"Really, what's wrong with him?" He asked.

Raivis snuck up behind Toris and wrapped and arm around his waist.

"He's dead," Raivis whispered.

Before Toris could even react, Raivis plunged the knife into his back, making sure that it hit his spinal cord. Toris fell to the ground immediately after Raivis took his arm away from him. He watched as Toris' eyes stared at him for a few seconds then slowly rolled back. His final breath was a sweet chord played on a harp by the best angel in heaven to Raivis' ears.

Raivis set the knife down on the table next to the phone and left the house. The bitter Russian winter winds beat at Raivis' body and the drying blood.

Raivis ignored it and turned to the large house. He knew that all life had been emptied out of it. Someone just needed to find the bodies now. It wouldn't be long before everyone found out. It wouldn't be long before he was hunted down and killed by the other nations. Raivis decided that he should spend as long as he could with the people he actually cared for.

Raivis left Russia with a smile, not unlike Ivan himself.