Ok so I know that Latvia doesn't like Prussia all that much because he was a knight, and though I do strive to be accurate in my story... that was a long time and Latvia fixes everything just by being so adorable! So yeah. He gets to be comforting to Prussia. :) As always, reviews are appreciated. :)

Mature warning for this one. Attempted Suicide ahead.

Chapter 7:

One Year Later

I sat in my room alone. Alone. Alone. Alone. I looked around the room. Everything's a weapon. I remembered Germany telling me that… I looked at my bed sheet… it wasn't the most pleasant way to die but… it would have to work. I wrapped it into a rope and tied one end to one of the bars on my new window… the other end around my neck. I kicked the chair out from under me… and gasped for breath. It hurt but I bit my lip… I couldn't scream anyway… the rope was too tight. Nothing happened. It hurt, but nothing happened. Eventually I untied myself and sat down on my bed. There was blood on the sheet and a rope burn on my neck from how tight it had been… only I didn't die. I'm a country… I can't die… I buried my face in my hands. I couldn't do this anymore. Day after day after day stuck with Russia. Stuck with his tortures, taunts, and abuse… He'd never left my door open again, he never let me outside unless under guard. I HATED being his prisoner, but there was nothing at all I could do about it… nothing… nothing…

I heard the sound of the metal door to my room scrape and Latvia walked in with my lunch. He jumped when he saw me…did I look that bad?

"Gil!" He ran up to me and touched my neck. I winced.

"Umm…. it's nothing…" I bit my lip. The sheet rope was still hanging from the window.

The little blond started to tear up. I sighed, hugging him. "Hey… don't cry." I bit my lip again.

"Why did you do that Gil?" He was actually crying now.

I sighed. "Russia." I didn't need to explain further.

Latvia sighed. "I… you should just give in. It's easier. He's… he's nicer if you just give in…"

"No way! I… I'm still the awesome Prussia!" I nodded, biting my lip again.

"You're not Prussia anymore Gil… you know that…" He sighed.

I sighed too. Yes. I knew… but I didn't want to admit it. "Don't tell Russia?" I bit my lip.

"Don't tell me what?"

I jumped, standing, letting go of Latvia and starting at Russia in terror. "Russia I…"

"Did you think it would be that easy? You're a country. You can't die, you know that. At least, it's very difficult to kill you." he smiled childishly.

I shuddered. "Kill me…?" I looked into his face. I forgot Latvia was even there. "Russia please kill me…"

"Nyet." He smiled gently. "You'll suffer more if you're alive." He smiled innocently.

I wanted to throw up. "How can you say that you FREAK!" I forced myself not to cry. That was exactly what he wanted, and I wouldn't do it. I shivered when he walked up to me, but forced myself not to take a single step back.

"Easy." he smiled. "Oh Prussia. You should listen to Latvia. Life for you would be much easier if you just turned communist and obeyed me. It wouldn't be hard. I would get you a house, servants maybe. I wouldn't hit you very much, and you would have good food. I wouldn't be cruel GDR."

"My name is PRUSSIA!"

"Nyet. It's not." He said simply.

I just stared at him, blinking back tears. "I hate you…"

"I know." He smiled sweetly.

Then I was stupid. I was really really stupid. I slapped him. I saw his pipe heading towards my face and the next thing I knew Latvia was sitting by my bed, to which I was tied, nursing the wound on my face.

"You're awake." He smiled sweetly.

I smiled back faintly. I tried to wiggle out of the fabric ties around my wrists. "Who tied me up?" I asked, almost panicking.

"I did." He looked at me so sweetly.

"What?"

"I did. I don't want you to hurt yourself again… if you promise not to I'll untie you." He looked like he was about to cry.

I nodded. "Ok. I won't." I sighed.

He smiled at me sweetly and untied my wrists, then hugged me. "Please don't hit Russia… I don't want him to hurt you."

I teared up, hugging him back. He reminded me of Germany when he was little. "Ok… Latvia… you… you're really sweet."

He looked up at me. Those big dark blue eyes shinning up at me like a little angel… "D…Danke." He smiled.

I smiled back at him, sniffing back tears. "Danke schon Latvia."

"What does that mean?"

"It's like… Thank you very much." I smiled, trying not to cry.

"Prussia… do you like me?"

I smiled sadly with a sigh. "Yeah… you remind of of my little brother…" I smiled.

"Who's that?"

I laughed. "Germany."

He looked surprised.

"Yeah I know, he looks older, but I'm stronger." I smirked. It was true. I was, and I wouldn't let Germany forget it either.

"I'm older than I look." He smiled sadly.

"I know you are." I smiled.

"Russia keeps pushing on my head so I don't grow…" He looked up at me sadly, almost crying.

"How do you put up with him?"

"I try to think about it…" He looked down sadly.

I sighed. So that was the best advice he could give me? Try not to think about it? Great…

"Latvia… please… please tell me he doesn't hurt you…"

"Not like he hurts you…" He looked up at me sadly. "He doesn't hit me very much anymore, I try to be good… he just keeps patting my head."

I sighed with a slight smile. "I'm glad he doesn't hurt you…"

"It's Lithuania he picks on…" He sighed.

I nodded. "I've noticed."

"When Russia's bored… sometimes he doesn't think about what he's doing. He doesn't mean to hurt us."

"Of course he does! He enjoys hurting us!" I snapped.

"No." the little blond put his hands on my shoulders. "He doesn't. Sometimes he… you've never seen him when he's… well..sane. He's not like he is when you've seen him. He's…he's sad he… he's really sorry. He doesn't know what he's doing half the time. His leaders, his bosses…they're the ones who keep hurting him. Only it doesn't hurt him anymore… he's too used to it. He doesn't know how much he hurts us Prussia. He doesn't feel pain anymore… please don't be mad at him…"

I bit my lip. I was sure this kid had a bad case of stockholm syndrome but I nodded. "Ok. I'll try."

He nodded, hugging me again. "I know things will get better Gil. I know they will." He smiled.

"Latvia… what's your name?"

"Raivis." He smiled.

"R…r…" I struggled to get my germanic tongue around that… "Raivis?" I finally got it right… I think…

"Close enough." He smiled.

I smiled back, petting his soft blond hair gently. "You should go. I don't want you getting in trouble…"

He bit his lip and nodded, standing.

"Hey… if you can call me Gil, can I call you Visi?"

He giggled adorably and nodded.

I smiled. "All right. Hurry, I don't want Russia to get mad at you." I smiled.

He nodded and walked out of my room, locking my door behind him.

I sighed, laying back on my bed. I looked to my door where my little blond angel had just left… he was like Germany in some ways… Germany was tougher of course. Germany had never ever cried, but he'd had a little angelic face just like Latvia's… I sighed. I wished I could keep Latvia safe, but that was impossible… Tomorrow Russia would walk in my door, drag me out of bed, and force me to work for him in his house again. And I'd have to do it. At least I could sneak some Vodka every once and a while. It wasn't beer, but it was better than nothing. I hated to admit it, but I'd started to like borsht… it wasn't as bad as I thought it was when I first got here. I sighed again. I'd figure out how to live through this yet… somehow…