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Pain seeped back into existance as Lithuania slowly began to regain his senses. He did not open his eyes, or even move for that matter, trying to lessen the pain that was flooding him at the moment. There was something cool placed on his forehead, but the rest of his body was comfortably warm. He wondered where he was or if he was maybe dead. Maybe Russia had taken pitty on him and allowed him to rest in the large hotel bed.
But the sheets felt much warmer and more comfortable than the scratchy sheets from even the nicest hotel. They were heavy and full and so warm that Lithuania decided right then he would never want to leave.
"How's he doing?" he heard someone ask. The dulled patter of shoes on carpet filled the room. He tried to put a name and a face to the voice, but could not focus enough.
"I think he's doing alright, but I'm not sure," another voice explained, "The fever's gone down and most of the bleeding has stopped." Fever? Bleeding? Now Lithuania was worried. But then a little light clicked on inside his head. Some person, probably more than one, cared about his health and well being. Chances were, he had been found by someone.
With a small groan of pain, he opened his eyes. His vision was blury and sleep sand scratched at his eyes. A face appeared above his head, but he couldn't make out who it was. He blinked a few times trying to regain control of his vision. When he could finally see again, blue eyes behind glasses filled his vision. The person smiled and Lithuania tried to smile back, but it probably looked more like it was a grimace.
"Hey, Liet. How are you feeling?" he asked.
"E... Estonia?" Lithuania crocked out. He realized for the first time that his throat hurt and he really wanted something to drink. A nice cool glass of water would be best.
Estonia smiled and backed away. Lithuania didn't dare sit up, but was now able to asses his surroundings. He was in a large bed that seemed oddly familiar. Standing next to Estonia was America. The larger nation was also smiling, but his face seemed tired and worn. Come to think of it, Estonia's face also seemed rather tired.
"How are you doing, dude?" America asked.
"My throat is killing me. Do you have any water?" Lithuania felt that he had used the last of his voice. America's eyes widened probably mentally slapping himself and ran out of the room. He was back a few minutes later with a tall glass of water. England and Latvia trailed in after him, England holding a white china tea cup.
"Liet!" Latvia exclaimed. His violet eyes shone with amusement. He then paused realizing that he probably shouldn't shout. "Sorry," he said more quietly, "How are you feeling?"
Lithuania didn't reply but instead was propped up by America and Estonia. It hurt a lot, but once he got settled he relaxed. It grabbed the water and gulped it all down in one swift chug. He then gasped and whiped his mouth, the cool water dropplets sticking to his warm skin. "I'm alright," he said with a slight smile, "But it hurts everywhere." He paused and looked around the room. "Where am I?"
America frowned and fussed with the pillows and blankets trying to make Lithuania more comfortable. "Is that better?" he asked. Truth be told, no, it wasn't. But Lithuania nodded anyway because he knew that shifting the blankets wasn't going to lessen the pain at all. "You're at my house," America told him, "You're in my bedroom."
Lithuania blushed a deep crimson. "Oh... I... I'm sorry...," He stammered, "I can... Go to the guest room."
"That won't be nessasary," America assured him, "You need to recover. That old bed isn't going to help." Lithuania wanted to protest, but didn't knowing that America just wanted him to be comforatble.
England approached the bedside carrying a hot drink in his hands. He also held two small tablets. "These are supposed to ease the pain," England explained holding out the pills, "I'm not sure how well they will work as they are just over the counter meds, but it should help a little." He handed the pills and the cup to Lithuania who obediantly took them and chased them down with what was hot chocolate.
"What... Happened?" Lithuania finally asked looking around at the four nations.
There was a pause. "Russia took you," America said solemnly when no one else said anything, "We tried to stop him, but we couldn't. I'm so sorry, Liet."
"It's alright," Lithuania said. He didn't want the nation to feel bad or worry over him. "It wasn't your fault."
Everyone smiled warily. There was one question burning on their tongues, but knew better than to ask it. They wanted to know what Russia had done to the weaker nation. But Lithuania probably wasn't in the best of conditions to answer that.
A few minutes later, Estonia insisted that Lithuania sleep. He explained to the oldest Baltic that he had a small fever and needed rest above all else to get better. Lithuania didn't want to sleep any longer, but couldn't ignore how tired he felt. The second his head hit the pillow, he was asleep.
America suggested that he teach Latvia how to play his video games. The boy happily followed him downstairs to the living room. Estonia stayed huffled over the bed, brushing the hair away from Lithuania's face and adjusting the compress. England was about to leave when he turned around and noticed Estonia was unsure of what to do.
"Are you coming, Estonia?" England asked pausing in the doorway and resting his hand on the frame. Estonia looked at him startled as a blush creeped across his face.
"I... I think I'm going to stay with Lithuania," he said, "I want to be sure he's alright."
"I'm sure he'll be fine," England smiled, "You shouldn't worry yourself like this. It's not good for your health."
"I'm fine," Estonia protested. He paused and looked down at the ground for a moment. Then his eyes drifted to Lithuania who was curled up on his side facing him. "I... need to be near him," he continued keeping his gaze on the sleeping nation. After a moment, he looked up at England his eyes briming with tears.
"I understand," England said. And he meant it. He knew that the Baltic needed to be near Lithuania. "Would you like me to bring you something? To eat? To drink? Maybe some tea and biscuts?"
Estonia smiled a little. He took off his glasses and impatiantly whiped his eyes. He fixed his glasses and nodded at England. "Yes," he said, "That would be wonderful." England smiled back and left the room. Estonia sat himself down on the chair and watched as Lithuania slept. England came back with tea and 'biscuts' that were actually chocolate chip cookies. He stayed for about a half hour before going back downstairs when he heard a great ruccus coming from the living room. Estonia was left in the slightly darkened and quiet room. The only sound was Lithuania's now more regular breathing.
"Please get better soon, Liet," Estonia said solemnly in the silence., "If you do, I promise to protect you. I'll never let you get hurt again."
"Yes! I beat you again!" Latvia shouted. The battle ship on the screen exploaded and a flashing 'winner' sign appeared.
"Again? Really?" America's face dropped. Had it been anyone else, he would have started swearing and thrashing about. But England had told him to be respectful of the age difference. America had let Latvia win the first few times, but the last few times Latvia had beaten him he had given his all.
"Just give it up, Alfred," England commented from the couch, "Even when you try, he's still much better than you." He took a sip of his tea and crossed his legs all snotty like.
"Oh shut it," America mumbled. "I'll beat him this time!" America was just about to start a new game when there was a knock at the door. England told Latvia to go upstairs and lock the door to America's room. The knocking turned into pounding and before Latvia could even reach the stairs, the door had been busted open.
America, England, and Latvia stared in shock as a tall figure entered the home. "Just like you did to my door, da?" That voice. America knew that damn voice by heart.
"Goddamit! You commie bastard!" America shouted in furry, "You owe me a new Goddamn fucking door! Now get the fuck out of my house!" The nation charged at Russia only to be thrown back against a couch.
"Alfred!" England called rushing to America's side. America jumped right back up and brushed England off of him. He nodded an appology, but had no time to be tended to.
"I've come for my Baltics," Russia said, "All of them now. You stole one from me, da? Ah! There's little Latvi! Come here, Latvi." Russia began slowly walking over to Latvia who was cowering at the foot of the stairs. He didn't know if he should run upstairs or stay there.
"Latvia! Run!" England called. Latvia didn't have to be told twice. He began running towards England and America. He was just ducking under Russia and had almost made it when the massive nation grabbed him by the hair.
"You won't try to run away, now will you Latvi?" Russia asked in an all too happy voice. Latvia began to sob and cry while flailing in the large nation's grasp.
"Latvia!" America jumped up and rammed himself into Russia. The force was enough to release his grip on the boy who ran right into the comfort of England's arms. The Brit held the boy tightly and stepped back watching the fight unfold.
America had forced both him and Russia to the ground. He jumped back up and pulled back his hand. He pinned Russia down with his other hand and punched the nation as hard as he could. "Get the fucking hell out of my house," America whispered low and dangerous.
"I will once I get my Baltics back, da?" Russia replied in a cheerful voice although the words dripped with danger. He pulled himself up and towered over America. He brought his pipe back and swung it at the shorter nation. America blocked it with his arm. It hurt like hell, but if that blow had gone to the head, it would have ended badly.
"Stop!" A voice called. Everything stopped at that instant just as the voice commanded. The fighting stopped, all breathing ceased, even the clock seemed to obay the command. All eyes were on Lithuania who was at the bottom of the stairs in his night clothes. He looked fine on the outside, but on the inside he felt horrible. Estonia stomped down the stairs and held grabbed Lithuania who had started to sway from dizziness. He looked up at those in the living room and gasped. Russia just kept smiling.
"There they are!" Russia cooed, "Come with me, da?"
"No!" Lithuania said anger bursting inside of him. "Leave America alone. Leave England and Latvia and Estonia alone. If you want someone so badly, take me. I can handle any shit you throw at me."
"You're saying you'll come with me freely if I let the others be, da?" Russia asked.
Lithuania nodded. "I'll go with you right now. Right back to Russia," he told him, "I'll be your servant and never rebel. Just leave Estonia and Latvia alone."
"Shut up, Liet!" America shouted. Lithuania blinked. Those were the harshest words America had ever spoken to him. "Stop trying to be the hero," America continued, "Estonia and Latvia aren't going back to Russia. And neither are you. Besides; I'm. The. Fucking. Hero. And no one takes that away from me." He jumped up and slammed his fist into Russia's face again. Russia realed back and hit America square over the head with his pipe. America blinked but ignored the pain.
They struggled for a bit before America finally had Russia pinned down. Finally, Russia's usually cheerful face turned sour. He knew he was loosing. "Get out now," America said dangerously for the final time. He cautiously let Russia up, but didn't let go of him. He pushed Russia to the door and slammed it in his face. He turned around and shot a winning smile at the group.
England released his grip on Latvia and walked over to America. The younger nation clutched his head and fell forward onto England. England gasped and guided America down to the floor. The younger opened his eyes almost imdiatly much to the Brit's relief.
"Hey," America smiled up at England.
"Hey," England smield back. A wave of emotions overtook him and he couldn't control himself. He bent over and kissed America passionatly. The younger nation was surprised, but returned the kiss. When they broke apart they were both a bright shade of red.
Lithuania sat down heavily on the steps. Estonia flew down next to him and held him close. "You would really give yourself up, just like that?" he asked.
Lithuania turned to his friend and smiled. "Of course I would," he said, "I'd do anything for you."
"I love you," Estonia said dispite himself. He clasped his hand over his mouth and blushed. "As... Well, you know."
Lithuania laughed and pecked him on the cheek. "I love you too," he said, "I'd do anything for you." Lithuania snuggled closer to Estonia and rested his head on his firm shoulder. He didn't fall asleep, though, as he wanted to enjoy the moment.
"I'll never let anything happen to you again," Estonia told him. Lithuania smiled. America looked over at the two from where he still was in England's lap. The nation shot them a smile which they returned.
"There's only one thing left to do," America said.
"We have to declair independance," Lithuania finished. Today they were runaways. In just a few short days, they would be free.
USUK x3 Sorry, I'm such a fangirl I had to throw that in x3 Also, Estonia/Liet x3
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