Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. I want to, but I don't, so...
1941, Moscow. A few months after the Soviet annexation of the Baltic republics.
Russia, in his own cruel way, decided it was time to test the Baltics' resolve – so, he took them all to a tenth floor window and ordered them to jump.
"Latvia…" he said, smirking evilly, "jump".
Latvia immediately started shaking and turned back to face Russia.
"Please, R-r-russia-san… no… I'll d-do anything…"
Russia immediately flew into a rage, and started wildly beating Latvia, finishing with a "Now get out!"
As Latvia shakily left the room in tears, Lithuania walked up to the window.
"Go on, Litva…" came Russia's voice from behind, "jump".
Lithuania fell to his knees, looking down at the ground.
"Russia, have mercy, please… you don't need to do this…"
Russia flew into a rage again, and launched a savage attack on Lithuania's body, ending by telling him to get out.
Estonia strode up to the window, looking a lot more confident than he felt, trying to block the image of a teary Lithuania staggering out of the room from his mind. Putting his glasses down on a nearby table, and before Russia could even give the order, Estonia had jumped.
But, Russia had never meant to injure or kill the Baltics. In fact, there was a net about three feet below the window, so that Estonia was always safe, and he was brought back to Russia.
"Good work, Estonia," began Russia, "you have proven yourself to be loyal and devoted, and I will see to it that you are rewarded for such loyalty. But, let me ask you, what gave you the courage? After all, life, no matter what, is very dear to all of us."
Estonia stared straight into Russia's eyes, speaking with defiance. "Russia… even death is better than life under oppression."
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