Latvia
Do not act until told so.
Do not speak until spoken to.
Whatever you do...
Don't mess up...
Everyday was near the same for him.
Latvia would only act when Russia has given him the orders to. He would not talk back against him.
Follow Russia's every word and he'll be safe.
"Whatever it was, he mustn't mess up."
When Russia wanted a drink, he will not hesitate to get it for him. If it's not to his liking, he would have to redo it again.
"Do everything right, and you'll survive."
In the kitchen he stood, pouring some tea for Russia. Because he was told to. Latvia was sure to time it. Not too long and not too short.
His hand reached for the kettle, it shook.
So unsteady.
As he hand held the handle, it didn't stop.
He gulped.
"Everything must be done perfect."
He lifted the kettle, it shook in his hand. He had to put it back down to keep it from falling out of his hands. It was the same with everyday.
However...
It slowly began to worsen and worsen.
He reached for the kettle once more, hand still shaking. He held onto the kettle's handle and slowly, ever so slightly he began to pour the liquid from the kettle to the cup. So slowly, so he wouldn't...
"LATVIA!"
He jumped.
The kettle and the cup both falling toward the ground.
Latvia could only stare as it did. His face pale. Eyes wide.
No...
It crashed.
He heard footsteps coming in the kitchen. He was too frozen to even start cleaning up his mess.
There, stood Russia.
No...
"Latvia, what is taking you so..."
The Russian's eyes looked toward the mess that the Latvian had made. For a few seconds, for a few dreaded, horrid seconds, there was nothing but silence.
"Latvia..."
The Russian finally spoke, looking straight at him.
Those eyes made a cold shiver down his spin. He felt as if he couldn't breathe. That he couldn't speak. He couldn't do anything as those eyes stared at him.
No...
"I see that you made a mess."
Latvia stiffen.
He knew what would happen. He knew what Russia is going to do to him. He knew it. He just didn't want to believe it.
"Come to the basement, da~?"
That voice.
It pierced right through his heart. As if it would have killed him right then and there.
He didn't want to move. He didn't want to go with Russia. He didn't want this.
But it was happening.
"Don't keep me waiting, Latvia~"
The Russian left to that godforsaken room. The room he was hoping that he could avoid at all cost.
But slowly, his feet start to move.
Following the Russian.
A lot was going through his mind. But only one word was heard and one word only.
"No"
Do not act until told so.
Do not speak until spoken to.
Whatever you do...
Don't mess up...
And he was doing so well.
Everything must be done perfect. You aren't allowed to make any mistakes. The fear of punishment. It's scary. And to see that he was doing so well.