Russia always slept with his metal pipe. It made him feel safe. Not that he was afraid of Lithuania, Estonia or Latvia, but if they decided to attack him he could protect himself. Mostly, though, the metal pipe was for fending off his sister Belarus, should she try to force him to marry her while he was vulnerable. Latvia and Estonia were sleeping soundly in their respective beds, and Lithuania was sleeping soundly at his desk,where he had fallen asleep, unaware of the blanket that Russia had draped over him. So it was that no one was awake to hear the door creak open. No one noticed the silent figure that slipped down the hallway and opened Russia's locked door with quick lock picking skills. Russia didn't feel him as he pinned a note to Russia's scarf. Russia didn't feel the note, but he felt the paintball as it splattered against his forehead, and he heard the retort of the gun. Lithuania started awake at his desk, standing and letting the blanket fall from his shoulders to the floor. "Russia." Startled awake in their own beds, Latvia and Estonia had the same thought. While all of the nations were afraid of Russia, they also realized they relied on Russia, and he protected them from other countries who might treat them worse. Even though he was scary, Russia cherished the countries in his house. The three quivering Baltic nations met in from of Russia's open door. "Russia?" Lithuania ventured. Then, a hand emerged from the darkness of the room followed by Russia and his magic metal pipe of pain. Red liquid poured from Russia's forehead. "Ahhhhh!" The three nations stared in horror. Russia smiled nicely and tipped his head to the side. "Someone just tried to kill me, ja? You wouldn't know who it was, would you?" The nation's bunched together, trembling. "It wasn't us!" Russia kept smiling, but he knew it wasn't the Baltic countries. They were too timid, too scared and clearly as upset about the situation as Russia. After all, they had all come running to find him when the heard the gunshot. Russia didn't say it, but he was grateful to his friends. He rubbed the paint off his forehead . "Eh? Estonia noted. "It's just paint?" Latvia gasped and pointed to Russia's scarf, where a note was dangling. "What's that?" Lithuania's nimble fingers unpinned the note before Russia was fully aware of it.
"If that had been a real bullet, you would be dead."
The four countries stared at the note for a moment, and Russia's brow creased, just the tiniest bit.
"We need to call a world meeting."