A/N: This was a surprisingly easy chapter to write. I've just been too busy and lazy to do so. School is starting again soon and I have a new Hetalia fic that I'm starting to write, so the final chapters may not come as fast as they would usually. Sorry! I'll do my best. Please enjoy the chapter~

Also I was in a bit of a hurry to post this. Forgive me for any grammar mistakes. Also, here are the qualities of Kindness (according to Wiki): Goodness, charitable behavior, mild disposition, tenderness and concern for others.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. But you should know this by now.

Twisted Angels:

Lithuania

Kindness

On his first date with Belarus she broke all of his fingers. After an exhausting effort and he was finally able to get her to agree to go out with him again, she not only dislocated both his shoulders but successfully broke his nose as well. Lithuania was left grasping for napkins on the table to stop the stream of blood that gushed from the broken nose—quite difficult considering his dislocated shoulders—as Belarus left the restaurant without so much as a backwards glance.

"I don't get why you, like, put up with all the shit she gives you." Poland said later that evening as he attempted to put Lithuania's shoulders back in place. "You should totally stand up for yourself; show her whose boss."

Lithuania winced as Poland's obviously inexperienced fingers roughly prodded his shoulders. He gasped at the sudden flash of pain as Poland the took left one and twisted it hard.

"Do you even know what you're doing?" He managed to say through clenched teeth.

"Like, duh. I've done this plenty of times."

"On who?"

"Doesn't matter, you're, like, avoiding the question. Why don't you give Belarus a piece of your mind?"

Lithuania sighed—his shoulders would have slumped if they could—trying to ignore the pain as Poland went back to work. "I don't want to hurt her feelings."

Poland snorted as he gave up on the left shoulder and moved to the right one. "Dude, she dislocated your shoulders and broke your nose. I don't think she cares about hurting you."

"I know she's a sweet girl. Look how caring she is of Russia—ouch! Don't pull on them! They're already out of their sockets!"

"I wouldn't exactly call that 'caring'." Poland said.

"But the feelings are definitely there. I'm sure in time she could come to see me as she sees him." Lithuania smiled happily as he imagined Belarus running up to him—her platinum blond hair fluttering around her, eyes bright—and telling him that she finally understood that he was the right one for her. This joyous daydream was interrupted as Poland decided to try and kill two birds with one stone and twisted both shoulders at once.

"This is, like, totally harder than it looks." Poland said frowning. When Lithuania didn't answer he glanced down to find that he had passed out from the pain.

"That is totally not cool dude, avoiding the issue like that." He shook his head disapprovingly before going off to find Estonia.

In the end, it was Latvia—who after years in the private (and terrifying) company of Russia—who possessed the necessary skills to return Lithuania's shoulders to their original condition. It would take a few days for the swelling of his nose to subside though.

"So we were, like, totally discussing your inability to tell Belarus to shove it when you passed out on me." Lithuania, who was lying on an overstuffed couch from across the room, nursing his still tender shoulders, only sighed in response.

"If you don't say something, she's just going to, like, keep walking all over you. Just like Russia—"

"This is different from Russia! Don't bring him up!" Lithuania snapped, sitting up so suddenly that Poland almost thought his shoulders would pop out again. Breathing heavily, Lithuania lowered himself back onto the couch. "Sorry, I just meant that Belarus is nothing like Russia."

"Really?" Poland said, ignoring the outburst. "Because they both seem pretty freaky to me."

"That's only because she's spent so much time with Russia. You know what he does to people…what he did to me. What if he hurt her?" Without thinking, Lithuania found the familiar scars on his back. They ceased to ache anymore, but they would never fade.

"I don't think he would be the one to do anything to her. More like the other way around." Poland said cynically.

"How can you say that?" Lithuania looked scandalized. Or maybe it was just the pain medication starting to take effect. "I believe in Belarus. She wouldn't do anything like that."

Poland sighed at his friend's inability to see the truth of the matter. "You're, like, too good for her Liet."

"No." Lithuania said, looking up at the ceiling, his eyelids drooping slowly. "Not good enough."

A third date seemed like heaven sent to Lithuania who believed it was a sign that Belarus was finally beginning to see him in a new light.

"I know she's a good person. I'll take care of her. I won't be like Russia." He thought to himself as she busied herself with shattering his kneecaps.

"Kindness is rewarded with kindness."

Right?

A/N: Poor Liet. He's such a sweetie. Anyway, Chastity is up next. Guesses?

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