"Lithuania, get me some coffee, will you?" Russia smiled, sitting in his big red armchair. It was his favorite chair, and in his favorite room of the house. There was a cracklings stone fire place, a pine wood coffee table, and a giant taxidermy bear standing in the corner. It was all so calming to Russia. But for the Baltic Nations, it was just horrifying. Not just because of the bear, but because Russia spent most of his time there.
"Y-Yes sir…" Lithuania bowed as instructed, then quickly ran off to the kitchen.
Propping his feet up on the matching ottoman, Russia grabbed a magazine from the table and looked over to Latvia, who was told to wait on him in the corner, next to the bear. Latvia was shivering terribly as the beast looked at him from behind.
"Mm, Latvia, rub my feet. They're rather sore from the walk in the woods I just took," Russia opened up the magazine.
Latvia nodded, continuing to tremble as he removed the snowy boots, revealing his huge and pale feet. He began to rub them, closing his eyes as he hoped that he would just get to be independent soon.
Russia flipped through the magazine, noticing just how many ads there where. Probably because nobody wanted to write any articles about the snowy tundra that was Russia. But oh, could he give them something to write about. A massacre maybe? It'd have to be subtle though…
"Uh, sir," Estonia walked in, leaning forward, "Your website is up and running"
"Ah excellent!" Russia slid the magazine back onto the table, as a envelope stuck out from the pages. "Did you make sure it has everything in it? Even the Fan Blog?"
Estonia adjusted his thin-framed glasses. "Oh yes, Master Russia, sir, everything you asked for is up and running.". He let out a fake smile, still trying to be above the other two Baltics. After all, he was the least picked on.
Lithuania then returned with the coffee, placing it on the Russian flag coaster. "Here you are, Master."
"Ah yes." Russia picked up the mug, taking a sip. "Say Lithuania, why aren't you wearing your cute little pink apron? You were in the kitchen after all."
"U-Uh…!" Lithuania quickly stiffened up, shaking like Latvia. "I'm sorry sir, I could go put it on-"
The tall man waved him off, setting down the coffee. "There's no need now,". He then picked up the magazine, as the letter fell from it's pages. "Oh? What do we have here?". Russia picked up the envelope, and began to read it's text.
Latvia slowed down his rubbing as he looked up at the paper, trying to read through it.
Russia lowered the paper, staring intently at the short nation. "Did I say you could slow down?"
Whimpering, Latvia quickly began massaging his feet again, as Lithuania and Estonia braced themselves for the wrath that might come soon.
Unlike what the Baltics expected, Russia continued to read. "Oh, it's for a summer camp. How silly," he leaned back in the chair, tossing the paper onto the table.
"W-Well Russia sir, i-it could be quite enjoyable," Estonia dared speak up. Lithuania looked at him terrified, they were all toast now.
"Hmm? You think so?" Russia folded his gloved hands, keeping his calm composure. "How?"
Estonia briefly sighed, coming up with reasons. "You could r-really uh, get in touch with nature. And in a different environment t-too… Plus, there will be other people you c-could meet…". Really, all he wanted was Russia to leave so that they could live without fear for however long he was gone. And he was sure Lithuania and Latvia would enjoy that as well.
"Interesting…" Russia nodded. There was silence for a minute as he began to ponder over the thought of going to camp, as he sipped his hot drink. Then Russia let out a soft chuckle. "Oh, I couldn't leave you guys alone. I'd miss you too much, and you'd need to be taken care of~"
"Of course sir…" Estonia sighed, leaving the room as Russia took up his magazine again. So much for a little break of freedom.
