"Welcome to your new home Prussia! Us being friends is a dream come true!"

"...right."

With WW2 over, the axis collapsed. Although Japan held through, he too fell to the Allies. As with any war, the losers must do as the winners say. Germany is now working for America, France, and England. Prussia believed he had it the worst. He found himself working under Russia. Something he tried desperately to avoid at all cost.

Maybe this was his fault. He tossed the idea of betraying Russia to his boss just to spite him. His brother told him it was a bad idea, but Prussia managed to convince him with much badgering. That idea soon fell through and now they were suffering for it.

"Oh right, I should tell you there's a chant you have to repeat for us to be friends!"

"Chant?" Prussia asked, a bit cautious.

"It's like a magical spell!" Russia smiled. "Everyday in front of me you have to repeat: Mr. Russia and I are best friends. I don't need any friends except Mr. Russia, especially not America who is not my friend. Mr. Russia and I are best friends. Mr. Russia and I are best friends. Mr. Russia and I are best friends. Mr. Russia and I are best friends."

Prussia felt himself already vomiting blood, "O-okay...Mr. Russia."

There to witness his embarrassing display was none other than the other countries kept hostage at Russia's house. Most of which he helped invade: Estonia, Latvia, Lithuania, Poland, Hungary, Belarus, Ukraine, Romania, Bulgaria, Czech, and Slovakia. Those he happily hunted down in his now looking at him with a mixture of pity, anger, and glee.

All except one country.

Lithuania.

He didn't look at him with anything.

His face was simply indifference.

For some reason that hurt Prussia the most.

Despite all the years that passed since they saw each other, Lithuania still hasn't forgiven him for his betrayal long ago.

He couldn't tell which was which worse in his downtrodden situation - living with the terrifying Russia or having to face up to what he did to Lithuania after years of running away from it.

"This is your room."

Estonia guided Prussia to a rather cramped and dusty room. Despite him saying it was Prussia's room, there were many other beds almost like prison barracks. No sense of style filled the room outside the dull curtains covering the singular window.

Prussia sighed before setting his stuff down. He didn't have much outside some personal effects as Russia banned anything he considered too explicit from entering his house. Prussia at one point was seriously debating whether to sneak in a porno magazine. He didn't.

One thing was adamant on bringing was a Saint Mary locket he received long ago. He wasn't much of a believer anymore, especially concerning the direction his life seemed to be headed, but he couldn't really toss it.

"I'll give you a brief summary of what's expected," Estonia said. "Just keep your head down and do whatever Russia says and you'll be fine."

"Isn't that a bit vague!?"

"Once you stay here long enough you'll get what I mean…"

Prussia nervously twitched as he was filled with a sense of dread.

Estonia noticed and put on his best smile, "Besides that, is there anything else you have questions about? Treat me as your humble guide!"

"Well…" Prussia hesitated wondering if he should say anything. "What's with Lithuania? Russia speaks so highly of him, I was wondering if he had some special privilege here compared to the rest of us?"

"Everyone is equal here...I mean except Russia. Lithuania has just been with Russia the longest."

So he's a teacher pet?

Prussia figured.

Suddenly the door opened snapping him out his thoughts. Seeing Lithuania didn't settle his nerves.

"Are you done with him?" Lithuania asked.

"Oh yes! He's all yours," Estonia said. He gave Prussia a brief smile before heading out. "Good luck!"

"...What's that all about?" Prussia asked.

"Since you're new here, Russia insisted on you shadowing me until you can work properly on your own."

Really!?

Prussia tried to stop himself from laughing at his pitiful luck.

"Don't look so disappointed," Lithuania said. "Unfortunately for you, Hungary is too busy with her own work to babysit."

"It's not that! It's just-"

"This way," Lithuania cut off Prussia heading out of the room without another word.

Of course he still remembers.

He already knew he did, but an illogical side of him hoped he didn't. That they could start their relationship anew against the terrors of Russia.

Prussia stood there for a brief moment, fist clenched. Unable to change his helpless position, he soon pitifully followed after Lithuania.

They walked in silence down the long corridors.

This wasn't the first time Prussia worked with Lithuania, however, this time their positions were more equal than before. Russia is only one on top at his house, no marriage or commonwealth, just Russia.

The room Lithuania led Prussia in was a worn out dusty room. Just looking at it made Prussia cough.

Lithuania handed him some clothes and gloves.

"Mr. Russia wants us to clean this room," Lithuania gestured towards the dark room. "The books contained in the library are quite old, so they must be periodically aired out to protect them from damage from humidity."

"Is there any reason why now he suddenly decided he wanted it cleaned?" Prussia asked.

The room seemed completely abandoned as if no one visited it in years. Prussia remembers passing a perfectly clean library upstairs.

Lithuania shrugged, "Mr. Russia wants it done. We just do it."

The response came out so perfect, Prussia assumed Lithuania practiced it. He must have said that line so much that he actually began to believe it.

Lithuania picked up a nearby cloth, "Russia values these books so no messing around."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You know what it means."

Lithuania swiftly turned away from Prussia focusing on a nearby shelf of books. Prussia proceeded to do the same. The two of them silently repeated the process of moving the books into the nearby garden, and dusting the shelves. Prussia soon got bored.

He noticed the decent pile of books, but tried to compare it to the amount Lithuania did. Surely, he must have carried out more?

He took a quick peek to see that not only did Lithuania pass his amount, but he was diligently writing a stock report.

"What are you doing?" Prussia found himself asking.

"...writing."

"I can see that. I mean why?"

There was a brief pause before Lithuania spoke again, "Russia likes to know where everything is, so he doesn't waste time. Though I guess it will be easier to show you."

Lithuania walked over the invisible line of Prussia's and his side. Side by side with Prussia, Lithuania showed him his clipboard with his makeshift stock list.

"I'll show you this once, so pay attention."

As Lithuania began to drone on, Prussia quietly observed his figure. Prussia couldn't help but notice the way Lithuania's hair showed off his tan neck. His body seems slender, but Prussia knows better than anyone how firm he truly is. While his face was plain looking, Prussia always found himself attracted how many expressions he had.

Even if now the only look he gave him was disinterest.

"Hey!"

Lithuania's stern voice snapped Prussia out of his daydream.

"Huh!?"

"Have you been listening to anything I said?"

Prussia stammered, "Yeah I was totally listening and all that jazz!"

"You're a terrible liar."

"..."

Lithuania coldly glared at him before returning back to his own work.

What was wrong with him!? He's just sexually frustrated because of the lot of magazines, that's it! This is all Russia's fault!

Lithuania began stocking a considerably large stock of books. Prussia assumed he was going to take two separate trips, but seeing Lithuania clumsily grab them all it once made Prussia greatly uneasy.

"You don't need any help over there?"

"I'm fine," Lithuania said without glancing over. "Unlike some nations, I don't need help to do my job."

"...Was that really necessary?"

A book on top of the pile, slipped off catching Lithuania's attention. Lithuania suddenly lurched forward with the large stack of books he was carrying tumbling alongside him. Prussia immediately ran over.

"That's why I told you to let me help!" Prussia said irritated. He reached for Lithuania, "Seriously you're hopeless. Are you okay-"

"Don't touch me!"

Lithuania snapped back his arm with such force, the back of Prussia's palm began to pool with blood. However, at that moment, Prussia wasn't concerned about his arm.

The look of utter disgust on Lithuania's face hurt him the most.

The only thing Prussia mumbled was a meek, "...sorry."