I have NO LIFE so I have come here to you, Hetalia.
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A few days later, Lithuania is reading in the living room with a pounding headache from lack of sleep (paperwork) and lack of water (laziness and unwillingness to get up).
That's when the crash and shatter comes, what used to be a sound of imminent doom and still one that makes Lithuania drop his book and then shake himself. No, it's no problem, Estonia just dropped a cup or somethi- Estonia's not in the house. It was Latvia. And Latvia has always been the clumsy one, at Russia's house as well, and he was always the one who had to clean up after himself. Sometimes Russia would hold the shards of whatever it was to Latvia's hands, his face. And then Latvia would have to double-time whatever he was doing to clean up the blood and dust.
Lithuania runs to the kitchen only to find the worst case scenario- yep, it's Latvia. Standing with his back to the door, but as soon as he hears footsteps, he spins around with his hands clasped to his chest and the routine begins. He doesn't even recognize Lithuania.
"M-mr. Russia s-sir, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll pick it up." Latvia is staring straight at Lithuania, but somehow the younger nation doesn't seem to see his brother. He kneels down and grabs a fistful of the sharp shards so tightly that they cut his hands. Now Latvia's bleeding on the floor and he seems confused, looking up. "I c-can do it myself if you want."
"No, Latvia, no!" Lithuania lunges forward and Latvia shrieks at the top of his lungs, flying backwards, and cowering. The youngest Baltic holds the shards to his wrists, his hands, and makes a few neat incisions, holding it out. Lithuania leans in, trying to take the weapons, but if he tries to do that, Latvia screams and curls into a ball.
He thinks I'm Russia.
And now Lithuania is forced to try some tough love- he grabs Latvia's bleeding wrists and tugs him off the floor and into his arms, crushing the little nation against his as Latvia scream-sobs, then sobs, and then cries and now he's back in the present. Lithuania scoops him up like a baby and carries him into the living room, whispering soothing words to his as they go. Latvia's shoulders shake with each new tear.
He's still apologizing to someone when Lithuania sits down on the sofa and paws for the medical kit that they keep, thank god, in the living room. He uses a glass of water from who knows how long ago to wash off the cuts.
"You went deep, Latvia."
Lithuania patches up his hands and uses tweezers to pull a tiny shard out. Latvia cries out and then stifles it halfway through.
"No, no, that's okay Latvia." He sets the kit aside and pulls the boy closer, so his knees are tucked against his chest. Latvia has always found curling up to be comforting.
Lithuania rocks him back and forth, whispering "you're okay" over and over until Latvia's tears slow to a trickle and not the great heaving coughs of earlier. Lithuania shifts the smaller nation so he's sitting at a ninety degree angle from Liet's face, head turned to see his brother.
"I'm sorry, Lithuania..." He swallows. "I thought you were- I thought you were Mr. Russia." Latvia flinches at his own words and buries his head in Lithuania's chest, wrapping his arms tight around his brother.
"I know, Latvia, I know." Lithuania sighs, making Latvia's body rise and fall as well. "I'm so sorry, my dear brother, I'm so sorry."
Estonia comes home to find Latvia in his fragile state and Lithuania cradling him, so he goes ahead and leaves again, coming back with soup in a container, from some shop or another. They force it into their brother and Estonia distracts him while Lithuania calls Poland, who calls China, who now has an appointment with Latvia tomorrow at three.
What could possibly go wrong?
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EVERYTHING. ^J^