Yawn! I think the reason Defiance became so popular was because i haven't seen a story idea like that before. No one had that idea at the time. WARNING: This chapter will make you yell "WHAT THE F-" and the flashback will mentally scar you. SERIOUSLY! It is really sad! I normally don't write stuff like that, please tell me what you think. 1,00 AM. I stop and read it over: "... What the hell did i just write?" Off topic! There was a Eurovision song called, "I love Belarus" and i am laughing my head off. I don't mean to offend anyone, but i think that girl is soulless. Its a very catchy song, but i honestly didn't hear anything about the government lol. I caught a cold. Right before a choir audition. I was still able to sing but not as well. I'm like *Bangs head against the wall*. *Still banging head* After i wrote a few chapters i forgot Latvia was supposed to be in a coma. "...fffffffFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUU-". I do not own hetalia, here is your mental scarring! Also, try guessing who comes in the next chapter.

~Kolko

Flashback.

Lithuania felt hot tears run down his cheek. He cried out in pain, even though he couldn't be heard because of the soundproof walls. His entire back was on fire. This was much worse than before. More and more, the lashes kept getting harder and harder. The other Baltics couldn't even hear him. This was a level below the basement. This was the worst the pain had ever been. Even his legs were taking some of the hits.

"Russia… please… stop!" he begged. Russia continued violently lashing him. He looked VERY angry. The most he had ever been. If anything he lashed harder.

"Why should I stop?! Why in hell should I stop?! Be lucky you aren't dead!" he snapped. He was normally drunk when he got beaten. But here he was perfectly sober. He lashed harder. Part of Lithuania's back was completely numb. The back of his uniform was ripped open.

"Russia! please sir, I'm sorry!" he grovelled, "it wasn't my fault. She-" SNAP! The whip lashed across his cheek.

"NOT… YOUR… FAULT?!" he screamed. Sh*t, he thought. "How can you look at me and tell me it's not your fault?! YOU aren't paying the price! You don't know what she's going through!" he yelled, "My… little… sister! You did that to my little sister! My little baby sister! Very beautiful maiden, now ruined by worthless… spineless… filthy… mangy… mutt!" He poured vodka all over his back. Lithuania screamed in pain. "You grimy little mutt! My sweet, misunderstood, beautiful little baby sister! Her body now ruined by…you!" Lithuania continued screaming. He closed his eyes tighter. He didn't feel any part of his back that wasn't in excruciating pain except for the parts where he swore his nerve was ripped out because they were completely numb. His back was nothing but exposed bleeding flesh. He poured alcohol on his back some more. He then rubbed in some salt. He screamed very loudly. "Do you know what is going to happen?! First of all… oh her beautiful body. I can't even begin. The many people coming after us! Many evil, evil countries who want this… mistake! The thing that will tear Soviet Union apart!" he yelled, "Then everyone is mocking us… spitting at us… fleeing us… scared of us... until you're all alone! All alone, trying to regret everything you did. Everything you had done, no matter how so very sinful and scarring it really was. Selling away your goods and work only if you were very lucky. So you mostly sold your body! Or drugs to old Chinese man who would later buy your body too. If not you stole and robbed! All for someone you care for dearly was just about to die! And all the murders! All the blood! All the power-hungry boyars trying to kill you and others just so they could rule giant frozen wasteland! Then there's the treatments. People who think they are helping you when they are making you more insane. And then you murder a few people until you earn this horrible title. Selling yourself away to protect your family from doing so themselves! Stealing from another poor family with four younger kids just so you can afford something! Selling drugs to a man who just broke his addiction and convincing him to use it! Later on the man almost died! And he had five little siblings to take care of. Not two, FIVE. And so you try to cover those sins with an innocent, friendly smile and cheap bottle of-of-of…" Russia then completely snapped. He let out a massive bloodcurdling cry and broke down. He began to start throwing things. Inflicting pain onto himself. Tears splashed onto the floor. Some onto Lithuania's open flesh. He screamed and kicked at the wall. He broke some of them even though they were made of stone and cement. He was like a raging blizzard of darkness, mental scarring, and sin. He forgot all about Lithuania. After a while he dropped to his knees bruised, a bit bloody, and exhausted. He couldn't stop crying. Big holes filled the soundproof walls. Anything that was in the room was scattered, broken, or bloody. He almost sounded like he couldn't breathe. There was now a cut below his eye and his lip. Many small cuts were now all over his arms and slits covered his coat sleeves. Silence. Nothing but the sound of intense weeping and gasping. "And then all your family is gone too," he whispered, "just like a cheap bottle of vodka." He closed his eyes and let tears flow. He continued to sob. He then felt a smaller hand on his knee. He looked up, his vision blurred by tears.

"You're not alone." He looked at his smiling, hopeful servant. His eyes were full of understanding and trust. He then hugged him, and cried into his shoulder, despite the pain and blood.

End Flashback

"It's very important." She sat down.

"Brother, is something wrong?" she asked. She gasped. "You're not sending me back are you?! Because if you are-"

"No! No no no! Nothing like that," he said. They were interrupted by Latvia. He still was smashed up from the car accident… and the mailbox, but he was doing well and healing well too. He wheeled around normally. Had a free left arm for drinking. He was getting around fine and would be getting his left leg cast off tomorrow. His right arm had been crushed more in the mailbox. He still had bandages around his head, but somehow, the bandages made him look cute. He couldn't get to the Baltic's room downstairs, so Russia normally carried him downstairs. He currently was taking his painkillers. He poured some vodka. "Latvia," warned Russia, "Taking those with alcohol can be lethal."

"Not if you are trying to die," he said softly. He then wheeled elsewhere. He did look as adorable as a kitten in his cute little wheelchair.

"Anyways," continued Russia, "I missed you while you were gone. It was unbearable. After 10 years, I was about to go insane myself. I realized just how much I need you. That's why I fell apart. Nothing made me happy anymore. I need you in my life. No one else likes me. I don't have any other friends. And when I'm with you, I feel so happy." He blushed. "I love you." Her heart was not beating. Russia lover her. HE loved HER?! She felt like throwing up bor passing out. This was way too ironic and twisted. So she did pass out.

When she woke up, Russia was staring at her with a weird look.

"Sis, please say something."

"Russia," she whispered, "Why?" He blushed. "That is the very reason I was gone for fifteen years! You didn't want me. You HATED me. And now you love me?!" He looked down. "You're too late!" she said, "Way too late. I love Lithuania. Accept that I was a complete psycho back then! That would be incest! I'm sorry, Russia, you're too late." He nodded. She ran out the door. She had to get away from everything. inside she was screaming: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?! SHe ran out the door.

She decided to go where Užupis was supposed to be. Right now, it was justt a neighbourhood in Vilnius. Belarus saw Lithuania waiting by a fountain downtown. She went up to him.

"Praveet," she said.

"Oh, Belarus! What are you doing here?" he asked.

"Walking around town. I felt like I was shut in," she said, "You?"

"I'm meeting my fiancé soon," he said. He sighed. "Belarus?" She looked at him. "Can I get your advice on something?" She nodded. "How do you know if someone is…" he stopped.

"What? Please continue," she said.

"Oh she's here. I've introduced you two before," he said, "You remember Lina, right?" Lina?! No. No! It can't be! I must have heard wrong! There could be a million Lina's right? She then saw the girl walk towards them. It was her! The horrible woman who had tried to break them apart. Images flashed into her head. The images of her making out with Toris. HER Toris! That bitch! Now she has him again! This woman had almost ruined one life, why did she have to ruin this one?! She waved to him and kissed him. Her heart felt like it was crushed. Right there between their lips. She just wanted to break down right there and stab the slut. But she just stood there and forced a smile when the two were finally done kissing. She was good at acting.

"Sveiki!" she said. Belarus forced a smile. She turned to Lithuania. "Tai yra psicho kalė, jūs man pasakė apie?" she asked.

"Viskas gerai. Ji ne Insane nebėra," he said. Lina just smiled. She shook hands with her no matter how much she wanted to explode. She wanted to stab this woman so much, but she just smiled.

"Well, I'll catch up with you later," she said as she left. Tears stung at her eyes as she walked away. She then ran. She couldn't bear to even look or listen to them anymore. Her face was burning. More images of them flooded her brain. More images of her. Her Mary Sue smile. He perfect little body. Her kissing Toris. HER Toris. What did she have that Belarus didn't? If anything she could offer much more. She then stopped and sat on a bench in front of a building. She buried her face in her hands. The weather changed to match her mood. It began to downpour. She remembered that day. The day that horrible woman came into her life. She went to visit Lithuania at work. She only knew a little Lithuanian, but Belarus was pretty sure she had called her fat. But it was understandable. She was from his home land. She treated him nice. She didn't break any of his bones. She looked innocent. She was perfect. A perfect little china doll. So thin and fragile, but beautiful. Belarus was like the cursed doll right next to her. Beautiful yet, so creepy and gave you the chills. Maybe she is best for him. She then felt a hand on her shoulder.

^J^