I want to say this because it's hilarious. The answer to a crossword puzzle today was 'Tatar'.

Lithuania I'm so sorry...

Russia refused to let Lithuania do any anything, even though Lithuania near begged him. Not until his body was fully healed. The brunette was just much too precious to the Russian, he wanted to show he cared for Lithuania, he didn't want to become like Tatar.

The mark of the Soviet Union that was forever burned on Lithuania's back... He put burn cream on it, trying to sooth the pain. When he did it the first time, he could sense his little Lithuania was terrified. Not that Russia blamed him, the man's back was covered in new and old wounds, and he worked so hard everyday... only to get beat later if he messed up, probably sometimes he never messed up at all, the insane Russia just would beat him for fun.

The tall Russian man was finishing making Blini, and was just about to bring Lithuania some when he heard a voice.

"Oh Russia, how great it is to see you again" The voice made Russia quake with fear, dropping the plate of sourdough pancakes.

"General Winter... What do you want?" Russia glared at the icy man who had invited himself into Russia's home.

"Oh, nothing at all, I'm here to help you again." The man's words wore like ice, like his flesh, always shifting, make it hard for Russia to focus on the words or the man.

"I don't need yo-"

"But, no my boy, you do." He grinned wickedly.

"NO I DON'T!" He shouted.

"SILENCE!" General Winter then lowered back to his lower voice. "You're memories, you conquered Tatar in your mind once more."

"Once more? No, this is the first time I have done it..." Russia looked at the Blini on the ground.

"Oh my boy, that is where you are wrong. You keep them suppressed; they're are awful, terrible ones that you don't need to remember."

"What are you talking about?" Russia began picking up the Blini and shattered glass.

"The memories, boy! Do you not follow? Once you conquered them, I am to reset them! I have to go through this explanation every time... You can't handle the truth, you will become a monster, I- you know what, just come here." General Winter made his way to Russia, who began to back away.

"No! Stay away! I can handle this just fine! I don't want to hurt Lithuania!" Russia cried.

"That is a small price to pay, you must do this!" General Winter was on top of Russia in a second, placing his cold hands on Russia's head and chanting what sounded like incantations.

"NO!" Russia screamed, before slowly starting to sob. Moments later, General Winter removed his hand and stood up.

"My work here is done." General Winter said, before stepping into the bitter cold that Russia lived in.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE?" Russia screamed, but he knew Winter was no longer there, his words going on nonexistent ears.

The memories he conquered, the abusive he received, disappeared. It was sort of nice not to have those god awful memories bearing down on him all the time.

He sighed, he would have to relive them again? Did that mean he would beat Litva- uh, Lithuania again?

But maybe really Litva did deserve the punishments-

NO! Why would he think that Lithuania, not Litva, deserved being whipped for no reason?

But Litva can be so...incompetent a lot of the time, he deserved being beat.

Teehee... You're are absolutely right~

"Ohhh Litvaaaaa~" Russia sang. The man had done nothing the whole morning! He dropped the broken glass and Blini on the floor, Litva coming in a moment later.

"Yes?" He shook softly. Did being called Litva unnerve him? Well the stupid man would have to live with it. Saying LithUAnia was soooooo hard, requiring a 'W' he was unable to say.

"Clean this up, da?" Russia grinned at the brunette, who nodded and slowly made his way in front of Russia. He bent over, and began picking up the mess.

Did Litva just make that mess? Oh, he should be punished no? Russia giggled as he kicked Lithuania, causing him to lose his balance and fall over, the glass piercing his skin. Lithuania whimpered, but said nothing. He was used to this.

Litva, so foolish you are. He was really so much luckier than Russia himself. He was warmer... so much warmer. He looks so empty, and Russia didn't know why! He really should be grateful for coming from such a warm environment. The whole reason he drank so much was to keep his insides warm...

"Don't worry Litva, I forgive you for breaking that plate" Russia giggled at Lithuania's confused expression. "After all, I wouldn't want you to want to leave me, not that you can. Anything is better than to be alone..." Russia helped Lithuania up by grabbing on his hair and yanking up.

"We're moving." Russia said quickly.

"What?" Lithuania asked once Russia released his hair, cradling his hand.

"The Soviet Union has fallen; I can no longer afford this house. I will remove the shock collar, and replace it with a leather one, with a lock and tags. I wouldn't want my sweet little Litva to get lost~" He said, ruffling Litva's hair.

"Y-yes master..." Litva looked down, is he unhappy? He didn't want Litva to be unhappy!

"Smile." He ordered, smacking Litva across the face. Litva forced a fake smile, but refused to look Russia in the eyes.

"W-where w-w-will we b-be st-staying then?" Litva said with his fake smile.

"We will be staying at a hotel for the time being." Russia said. "I will remove the collar you have on once we leave, I wouldn't want you to escape." Russia stroked Litva's cheek and-

'Who are you? No, I don't want to go with you! Let me stay with my sisters! No! LEAVE ME ALONE!... Please stop hitting, Tatar was it? I'll do what you say, I promise. Please, sir...You're hurting me. I guess I have no other choice, I will go with you Tatar...'

"R-Russia? Are you okay?" Litva asked, worry written all over his face. "You just started shaking and mumbling..."

Russia stared at Litva, backing away from him, and running away.

I know this one is short, and not a Lithuania chapter, but I just wanted to write this, needed for the next Lithuania chapter. I hope you enjoyed~

YoU cAn'T HanDle tHE TrUtH!

Had to make that refrence.