Chapter Seven: Laima

Russia's POV

After what happened between Latvia and my little sister, I had been trying to stay close to Latvia. After all, the fact that the two of them were not hurt even more than they were was just luck. As it is, since Latvia was released from the hospital he has been very tired and walks with a slight limp due to the injuries to his hip. It has kind of surprised me that he has not fully healed yet; after all, that was a little over four months ago. The child has not been doing too well either. Every time we visit the doctor, the doctor is always telling Latvia to take it very easy and to be extremely careful "for the child's sake."

I was thinking of all this as I drove him to the hospital for his check-up. Everything went as it normally did when we got there, and in no time they had taken Latvia's tests and such and we were in the doctor's room waiting for her to arrive and get the ultrasound underway. She soon came in giving us a slightly worried smile. I had noticed that with each check-up she seemed even more nervous about the baby.

"Hello, Mr. Latvia. H-hello, Mr. Russia," she said weakly before hiding her face in the charts. After this, she looked up and Latvia and began, "So, your eighth month…how have you been feeling lately?"

"A-alright, I guess," Latvia began, looking between the doctor and me, "if-if anything she's starting to move more sporadically…almost in fits…is that normal?"

The doctor frowned slightly at this and said, "Well movement is common, but as 'fits' you say? We can have a look and see if the results of the tests show anything peculiar. In the mean time, why don't we do an ultrasound and see if that explains anything. It may just be that because of your injuries a few months ago that they feel off."

With that she got Latvia ready for the ultrasound and soon enough my daughter was on the little screen. She looked so weird on the screen; I wondered if that was what she really looked like. The doctor looked at the numbers on the screen and began to look even more worried when the girl began to move violently. The doctor slightly shook her head and mumbled, "This is not good…"

"What was that, da?" I asked. She looked up at me when she heard my question, then to Latvia and back to the screen. After this she quickly said, "I-I'm going to go see about those test results," and with that she hurried out of the room.

The two of us looked at eachother, worry painted all over his face. After a moment he asked me, "W-what do you think all that was about?"

"Hm…," was all I could say. We sat there in silence watching the screen that the doctor had forgotten to turn off. At one point our daughter went into an even more violent movement which caused a whimper from Latvia. After what seemed like forever, the doctor came in with some nurses and extra equipment.

"W-what's going on?" Latvia asked, surprised as they began to detach the ultrasound machine and move him to a movable bed. Over all this, the doctor said, "I'm sorry, but there is something wrong with your child. We're going to need to do a c-section to get her out so that we can treat her."

"WHAT?" Latvia yelped as they began to wheel him out the door. I began to follow, only to be told to stop by several of the nurses, who then began to tell me, "You can't go into the c-section room. You'll be able to see them in a little while. In the mean time you can wait in the waiting room until someone calls you."

To this I simply kolled angrily until they all trembled and ran off, but I went to the waiting room anyways. The room was stuffy and full of people who huddled on the opposite side from me. How boring…

About an hour later, a nurse called my name and led me to a room in the maternity ward. Here I found my little Latvia lying down asleep. The nurse then said, "It'll still be an hour or so before he wakes up."

"What about the baby, da?"

"O-oh, well. They're still running some tests on her. But you should be able to see her soon," the nurse said and quickly left the two of us alone. When she was gone, I dropped Latvia's things on the nearby crouch and looked at Latvia; pushing his bangs out of his face.

I then heard Latvia's cell phone go off from his coat's pocket. Upon answering it I was met by Estonia, "Hey Latvia. It's me Estonia."

"Privet comrade Estonia. Can I help you with something?" I asked, trying to sound like my normal self. To my question, Estonia answered, "Oh, I just wanted to know how Latvia's check-up today went. I tried his house phone, but I got the answering machine so…is Latvia even there?"

"Hmmm, da, Latvia is here. The check-up did not go so well and now he is asleep."

"W-what do you mean it didn't go well? What happened?" Estonia asked obviously worried.

"There is something wrong with the little girl so they cut Latvia open to get at her," I said nonchalantly. Estonia did not say anything for a while, but at last said, "I'll be there in an hour or so," and with that hung up.

A little under an hour later came Estonia, and Belarus; followed by Lithuania, Poland and Ukraine. Latvia had woken up upon their arrivals, and about half an hour longer of idle chit chat the nurse came back carrying a pink blanket. When she saw that Latvia was awake, she smiled and handed him the blanket. After she was gone, we all crowded around Latvia to see the little girl.

Her hair was a light color; not mousy like mine, but not as dark as Latvia's. She began to stir from her sleep when we began whispering to eachother, and opened her eyes to show a pair of purple eyes just like my own. When we saw this, both Ukraine and Belarus let out an "Aww…" sound as Poland and I took the opportunity to get a closer look at the little one.

"So like, do you guys have a name for her?" Poland asked Latvia. To this the others

looked at Latvia and he simply looked at me for an answer. To this I simply nodded to him and said, "Certainly you have some ideas for your own child, da?"

"O-oh, well…h-how about Laima," Latvia said a little unsure.

"Laima?" Lithuania asked to make sure. Latvia then gave a small smile and said, "Y-ya. I like that name…it means lucky…I-I think it suits her," he then looked over to me again to see if this was alright and I nodded. To this he gave out a sigh.

After a few more minutes of talking and handing little Laima the doctor came in to check on us. When I noticed her watching us I said, "Hello doctor, you came you see us, da?"

"Y-yes, well. C-can I have a word with you and Mr. Latvia in privet?"

Our guests looked at her for a moment later before they got up and began to file out of the room. When they were out, Latvia turned to her and asked, "W-what's the problem now?"

She looked down for a moment then gave us a prescription from her notepad. She then said while handing it to us, "The test results showed that your child has been suffering slightly from epilepsy. The times that you said she was moving sporadically were the times she was having attacks of it. As I said, it's only slightly, so if you give her the medicine she should hopefully get better eventually. If nothing else it will keep her from having attacks as long as you give it to her regularly."

"But why?" I asked. Latvia looked like he wanted to ask himself, but was too emotional about what she said that the words escaped him.

"Well if you don't give her the medicine it could-,"

"Not that," I said a bit annoyed, "I mean why did this happen? To her…"

The doctor gave us a sympathetic look then went on, "From what the tests we did show, it's caused by some brain trauma. She most likely got it when she and her mother were attacked."

Latvia nodded slightly and held her tighter. I then heard some movement outside the room. Most likely the others had been listening in on this. The doctor continued giving us advice on how to take care of the child as I headed towards the door.

When I peered out, I found Belarus sobbing into Estonia's chest along with everyone else looking a little troubled. I could feel my smile falter a little as I walked over to Belarus and tapped her shoulder. She then started and turned around to look at me. When she saw me her tears started again and this time clung to me yelling, "I'm sorry," until her throat was to sore for her to continue.

When she could no longer cry, she looked up at me; expecting some kind of response. I was not completely sure how I was supposed to react, so I simply smiled at her and patted her head. By that time, the doctor had already left, so we headed back into the room and continued as if nothing had happened.

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