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"Alright," Estonia got out warily. He figured Belarus wouldn't be TOO harsh when he told her the truth.
"Faster, Estonia," she commanded him. Estonia obeyed, and immediately Belarus took his hand. She draged him to - to Russia's bedroom.
Then Estonia woke up. It wasn't pretty little Belarus holding his hand; it was Russia, with his metal pipe.
Estonia began to panick. There was no way out, as far as he was concerned.
What was supposed to be a "little talk" became moments of hell, and resulted in a battered and bruised Estonia, thrown forcibly on the cold stone floor, and a smiling Russia, pleased with the results.
"Get up, Estonia. What are you doing in front of Brother's bedroom?"
Estonia looked up drowsily. It was really Belarus this time. For a few moments, Estonia wasn't sure why he was there either, until he remembered the last night's events.
"Try not to help her again, alright? And remember to have no food for one week. Next time, I'll hit you 140 times, and deprive you of one month's meals. Got it?" Russia had told Estonia after thrashing him in the most terrible ways possible twenty times.
Estonia looked up at Belarus. He wished that it was Ukraine-who occasionally sympathized with the Baltic States when she lived with them.
"Answer me," Belarus warned Estonia. "Now."
"It's all your fault," Estonia told her. "If you hadn't repressed him too hard the day before yesterday, I might not be here."
"My fault?" Belarus raised an eyebrow. "Explain your meaning."
Estonia kept silent. "Actually, never mind. I was just sleep-walking."
"Really?" Belarus asked suspiciously. "Now, let's go to breakfast."
"I'm banned," Estonia said quickly, and got up the best he could before running to the library, aware of Belarus' eyes on his back. There Estonia pulled down a few books, and tried to focus on them the best he could.
Belarus, on her part, went down to breakfast. "What happened to Estonia?" she asked Russia. "He says he's 'banned'."
Lithuania and Latvia looked at Russia, who turned to Belarus. "How?" he asked.
"He didn't expain," Belarus replied coolly.
It might have been smarter to keep quiet. Right afterwards, Lithuania rushed to the library, followed by Latvia. Both of them were stopped, and put to work right away.
That day, Russia thought about what could be done to Belarus. He could marry her off to Lithuania or Estonia-No, that would be too close. Maybe someone more far off. France? England? No. It still felt too close. Russia's mind raced over everyone he knew, for no one would really not want some more land, but everyone Russia considered was either too close, or too weak. If he wanted to rid of her, it looked like he couldn't just send her away. She would somehow get back to him, it'd just be the same as before. There is a way, he thought. I can rid the earth of her, forever.
The thought is too pleasant, Russia thought. I better get started.
"Lithuania," Russia called the Baltic state. "If you liked someone, but they didn't like you, but your least favorite person, what would you do?"
Lithuania looked up. "Well, I would probably just forget it. After all, there are more t han just that one person in this world, right?"
Russia nodded. Lithuania didn't suspect.
"What would be the worst punishment?" Russia asked next.
"For whom? The beloved, or the hated?"
"The beloved."
Lithuania thought for a moment. "Kill that hated one, and taunt them by taking one of their closest relations by love."
"Have you ever tried it before?
" No. It never happened to me. I mean, that sort of situations."
Russia stayed silent for a moment. "Lithuania," he said.
"What?" Lithuania inquired.
"Do you mind making some tea?"
"No, of course not!" Lithuania scrambed off to the kitchen, where Berlarus was cooking lunch. "What do you want?" she snarled at Lithuania, who was staring at her, almost dazed.
"Oh! I was getting tea." Lithuania began to boil some water. "What about you?"
"Lunch," Belarus infromed him.
"What? So early? If you want, I could make it for you, " Lithuania offered.
"No." Belarus returned to the meal. "Brother told me to make it."
"But why this early?"
" I am oblivious of that, Baltic State."
The "Baltic State" finished preparing the tea, and brought it to Russia. The temperature was a bit off, and the flavor too strong, but Russia didn't find fault. Later, after Lithuania answered all of Russia's bids, he returned to the kitchen, where Belarus was apparently waiting for lunch to finish; she was sitting still wit her hands piled neatly of her lap. "What do you want?" she asked Lithuania as she caught sight of him. Lithuania replied that he need nothing.
Watching them was Estonia, tantalized, and looking at the cooking food hungrily. It was just there, he would have rushed up and taken it had it not been for Lithuania and Belarus, who were there, oblivious of Estonia's punishment. Lunch time was prugatory; dinner was nearing hell; and the night was hell. Estnoia had had no food nor water. Sighing, he listened to his surroundings. When all was silent, he got up, and began to sneak food.
"Estonia."
Estonia turned, frightened. "Yes?"
"Describe yesterday's events."
"Which part?" Estonia looked at the girl next to him, alert. "All of it," she told him. "You won't believe it." Belarus insisted, and so Estonia told her.
"You're lying, aren't you?" she murmured softly. "Obey when you're told, Estonia. Put the food away, and go back to sleep."
Estonia could only fo back to sleep, or try to, but he was restless, and so he got up, and began a treasure hunt for Russia's diary, and found it. He understood the text, but not the meaning behind it.
What a wonderful day, he thought.
"You actually helped her?" Hong Kong raised one of his England-effected eyebrows. "You could have left her to rot. That'd be better. Also, you said she was bare. So where'd the knife come from?"
"Aiyah, al lthat talk about her's probably all gossip. After all, people distort their tales as they tell tem. Part of the rumors are true though: she always carries a knife with her. Aiyah, I think I know why her hair's so long. You could hide stuff in it." China turned on the fire.
"Seriously, China? You say it's all gossip after what she did to you? I'll tell you-you're the mellowest person I've ever seen!"
"Aiyah, I never said they were all false! Some of them are true, I've found out, like the one about being pretty, and resourceful, but I can see that she's not THAT bad! Aiyah, Hong Kong, just because you hear all of this gossip doesn't mean it's all true!"
Hong Kong began to leave, but turned back. "You're just saying that to make yourself feel convinced she's nice, right?"
"No! I think it's true!"
"Alright, already, I got it! I believe you! I'm serious. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go. I promised England that I'd be at his place for lunch."