RUSSIA
December 20th, 2012
4:38 PM
He was just sitting there, trying not to cry, hands in fists in his lap.
Ivan Braginski, otherwise known as Russia, kept looking over at him.
Worried? Well, Toris Lorinaitis, or Lithuania, was.
Eduard von Bok, or Estonia, just sat there with his eyes glued to his laptop as if he was afraid to look up.
The only noise heard throughout the room they were all sitting in in Russia's house was the sounds of Estonia typing who-knows-what.
"I…" Every one looked up, even Estonia. "…I'm scared…"
"Raivis…I-it's okay. You're going to be okay." Lithuania reassured Latvia, whose human name is, of course, Raivis Galante.
Estonia slammed a finger down on a key on the keyboard of his computer, grabbing Lithuania's attention. "We all know that's a lie, Lithuania."
"Wha…no. No it-"
"Haven't you heard? There's not a single sane person left in Latvia. Think about it," Estonia stated, now hearing the Latvian bawling. Estonia leaned in closer to Lithuania. "I don't know if you know how this all works. It's happening to ALL of his people. He's going to go cra-"
"But…Estonia, the sane people were taken to a refugee camp in a different country…"
"Are they in Latvia, though?"
"Well…no…"
"Then there's no sane people left in his country. Lithuania, Latvia's going to
go crazy, too. Face it."
"Like Belarus crazy?" Russia randomly jumped into the conversation.
"No," Estonia said, focusing on his laptop again. "worse."
Lithuania and Russia looked at each other, then Estonia, then the small, crying Latvian.
"Hah, I doubt it." Russia said, mainly to himself, but every one heard him.
"Yeah…I just can't see Latvia like that…" Lithuania agreed.
"Fine, don't believe me. But you'll be sorry."
[PART ONE: CHAPTER SIX -END-]