Latvia was not sure of what Lithuania had done to deserve that. Maybe Russia had had a bad day, one of his plans to bother America could have failed and he had made the one who was not to blame pay for that. Lithuania didn't say a word about it. He was in no condition to. He was in such a bad state that when Estonia called him to take him to bed he was scared to touch him.

He brought everything his wounds needed while Estonia took a look at them and tried to fix them. More than once Latvia gritted his teeth, unable to look at those bleeding cuts. And by the way Lithuania writhed and whined, every time something grazed him. But he was a good patient, he let Estonia heal him, as much as it hurt. When Estonia finished, Latvia brought him water and a towel so he cleaned his hands filled with blood. But it seemed they had been stained with red forever, as much as he rubbed them. He ended up giving up and sat to get some rest. Lithuania had been left in a lying position so he could rest as well. He stayed like that, with his eyes closed, for a long while. Sometimes a tear ran down his nose and fell on the pillow.

Latvia went to the kitchen to make something for him to eat. He was pretty generous, with the risk of going against the food rationing rule. He needed to recover strength. He went back to the room carrying a soup bowl on a tray, which he left on the night table.

"D-Do you want some, Estonia?" Latvia asked, turning to his misfortune partner.

He shook his head not opening his eyes, with his head resting on one hand.

"...You shouldn't have helped me..."

Latvia turned towards Lithuania, who had opened his eyes and looked at him.

"...Now you..."

"...Those who don't help one another..." Latvia muttered, looking away, "are the worst..."

After saying this, he sat by Estonia, who opened his eyes too and looked at him. He looked away for a moment and finally nodded.