Estonia put a bandage on his now bleeding arm. It was getting increasingly difficult, seeing as he was attempting to balance a laptop on his other arm at the same time. This was the position Latvia found him in when he entered the bathroom to look for a spare toothbrush (Don't ask why. You ireally/i don't want to know.).

"What are you doing?"

"Ah!" Estonia looked up from his laptop, flushed in embarrassment before glancing at his arm, a slight trickle of blood dripping onto the floor. "I was just, getting a band-aid." he cleared his throat awkwardly.

Latvia sighed and entered the bathroom, putting down the tomato he was holding on the counter. "Put down the computer. Please?" That only made Estonia grip it even tighter, before slowly lowering the lid.

"What happened?"

Estonia sighed and leaned back, staring at a crack in the ceiling. "You know, Russia. Not much."

Latvia looked up from the bandage he was fixing, "What'd you do?"

Something scary sparked in Estonia's eyes. "What I did? You really want to know Latvia? I think you already know that one."

Latvia flinched, an automatic reaction to aggression after so many years of living with Russia. "Sorry." he mumbled, eyes downcast to the arm he was still holding.

He heard a sigh echo in the bathroom, Estonia had gone back to staring at the obviously entertaining crack in the ceiling. "No, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have snapped at you."

Somewhere downstairs, a doorbell rang.

Estonia moved his gaze back to Latvia as he shrugged his shirt back on and stood. "I'll get it. Oh, and Ravis?"

"Y-yeah?"

"None of this is ever your fault, you know that right?"

Latvia smiled brightly, "Of course!"

They walked out of the bathroom into the hall, after checking to make sure no one was around, they kissed quickly. The doorbell rang again.

"Coming!" Estonia stalked off down the stairs, avoiding putting pressure on his injured arm, computer tucked under the other.

Latvia sighed and stepped into the bathroom to pick up his tomato and the toothbrush.

"Must be nice, loving someone who loves you, да?"

Latvia squeaked, and quickly turned around. Russia was leaning against the door frame, staring into space, arms folded. He turned his head to face Latvia.

He stared blankly at the door, counting to five before automatically reaching up to ring the bell again. After repeating this annoying maneuver a few times, the door opened revealing a very harassed looking Estonia. His face did the emotional rainbow when he saw Arthur standing there, scarf in hand.

iTo those who care, it went something like this/i

Red: JOY! IVAN WILL GONNA STOP BEATING US UP NOW!

Orange: Wait, What if he's rejecting Russia.

Yellow: Oh, god, I don't think I can put up with that!

Green: He wont beat up England. Stupid Lucky Brit.

Blue: Well, he's gonna kill us. Or, he might kill England. D:

Purple: OH POOR ENGLAND! RUN NOW!

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Estonia flushed, realizing he had screamed out loud.

"Er, bad time?"

"N-no! Not at all!" Estonia laughed nervously and rubbed the back of his head. "C-come on in! You're here to see Mr. Russia, right?"

He held the door open as England stepped inside. "Thanks. Bloody hell it's cold here."

They went into the sitting room. Estonia went to find Russia, leaving England to mill about.

"Mr. Russia! Where are you? M-Mr. England is here to see you!"

Less than a minute later, they could both hear Russia descending the stairs. He entered the room, looking skeptical.

"Thank you Eduard. You may leave us. Little Latvia might need some help getting his head out of the toilet, да?"

Estonia let out a little squeak. He visibly shrank inward and began backing up toward the staircase, "O-of course, sir."

England cocked an eyebrow at the Russian with his hands behind his back. "Why is his head in the toilet?"

Russia tilted his head a bit, "Why, I was just asking him the same thing when you got here! Curious."

England shook the thought off. He was searching for the right thing to say when Russia spoke. "W-why are you here?"

England's gaze snapped up to Russia's face. He was surprised to see that his smile was gone.

He swallowed hard. "I-I have something to tell you."