"You are so air headed sometimes!" Lithuania sank down against the kitchen wall, feeling depressed.

Latvia, who was shaking so profusely that his teeth chattered, kept trying to look into the dining room from a crack in the door, but it was no use. "A-After all of that t-trouble Mister Russia spent getting t-the girl here, h-he wouldn't just-"

Estonia watched with wide eyes. "Yes, he would!"

Lithuania couldn't quite place it, but he knew that Latvia and himself felt as if they had suffered some kind of huge loss. Even if they had not really known the girl well, she was a generally GOOD person. The only time they saw those anymore was when they were allowed to leave this damned house. Belarus coming by was perfectly fine with Lithuania (She scared the others witless), but Ukraine was so strange…

The brown haired Baltic looked over with terrified eyes, on the verge of tears even. "H-He must have… have…" he searched for a word that would not send Latvia into immediate tears. "…offed her. What else would he do? I swear, after we left I heard her chair slide out from the table. Fast."

The three where imagining the same thing;

Russia asked them to leave, and as they rushed away he turned to the girl slowly. Then, he slowly walked to her side of the table where she was looking at him with curious eyes. Then, without warning he grabbed the back of her chair and hurled it across the room. She flew out of it, sprawled on the floor and confused.

"What are you-"She began, but it was too late. He had out his faucet pipe and raised it just above his own head, before it hit her side. There was a sickening crunch, and she tried to scream but he brought it down again-

"It looks like you are all trying to remember something, da?" Russia's voice pulled them out of their nightmarish day dreams. The three Baltics gasped and whipped around, seeing a completely innocent looking Russia standing there.

Red stains splattered his coat.

Because the other two were completely speechless, Estonia asked, "Y-Y-You need something, M-Master Russia?"

"Yes, I do. You three can clean the dining room, da? Oh, then go up to the girls room and take care of things that need to be tended to there too." Without their answer he turned and swept out of the room.

As soon as Russia left, it was like a spell had been lifted from Lithuania and Latvia, and they could move once more.

Latvia, in a voice that was barely a whisper, trembled "D-Did you see his coat?"

Lithuania nodded, but he seemed to have stopped shaking and was now headed to the door. "Come on now-"He looked pale, eyes dull and downcast. "Nothing we can't handle. Right?"

Silently, the other two followed him and where met with a red splattered dining room, with a chair strewn across the ground. There was a particularly large puddle in the middle of the floor. Trying to push away what he was sure it was, Lithuania wondered if maybe it would stain the white marble.

Latvia trembled. "I-I thought her body w-would be here…"

Estonia inquired quietly, "He said things needed to be cleaned in the bedroom as well."

Lithuania saw what a wreck Latvia was in, and knew the boy was in no shape to see the girl's body, which was probably horribly disfigured after so many whacks with a pipe. Reluctantly, he turned to the most stable of the three, Estonia. "Stay here with Latvia and help him, okay? I-I-I-"He really didn't want to complete the sentence. "I-I-I can get the rest of her…"

As Lithuania went up the stairs, he slowed. He didn't want to see this, he didn't want to.

He had no choice.

So, as the door to the girl's room approached it seemed to loom over him. Eyes closed, he slowly grasped the door knob and twisted it, before pushing the door open.

What if he dismembered her? His mind screeched. What if he has her scattered around so you have to find her? What if-

"Hey, Lithuania."

His eyes snapped open to see the girl, fully alive, skin glowing, as her fingers ran across a sunflower. They gently touched each petal, and then ran along the stem until the water in the vase stopped her.

"You-"Lithuania stammered, and she raised a brow. "You're okay!"

She smiled, head tilted. "Well, yeah I'm okay? Shouldn't I be?"

He wanted to hug her, but did not. "Russia- We thought- Then you- The red stains- His coat-"

Even though he had only spoken in a jumble, she seemed to understand. "Oh! I kicked out my chair against him, and in the process knocked over a pitcher of wine. If anything, the jerk laughed at me a lot and made me feel childish."

"He… laughed at you? After you hurt him?"

She looked up, eyebrows pulled together. "Why?"

"He…" Lithuania was not sure what to say. "He must care… a lot…"

"What do you mean? He laughed, not grew wings and fly."

"W-Well, I remember once I accidentally dropped a plate and it shattered on the counter, and then he cut his hand on it. He was so angry he locked me outside for days straight without water or anything." Lithuania was thinking deeply. "I was sure he brought you here because he wanted America information, but now…"

"Lithuania, don't hurt yourself thinking too hard." He could tell he must have offended her in some way. "Russia said that because I didn't eat, you would bring me dinner… could you maybe?" Her tone by now was pleading, and Lithuania happily obliged, just glad she was not dead and he had not helped her killer capture her.

((For those of you wondering why I have hanged the title of the story, it's because it's the title to the original copy, on my deviantart. I'm hoping that by naming them the same thing, it will prevent my hard work from being deleted. It's funny, but I started this fanfic in about 2011. I've noticed that the farther you go on into the story, the more elaborate and well written it becomes. And I think that this story is a big part of my growth as a writer. So, there you are. To those of you sticking with me, I appreciate you- thank you so much.))