Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia

Warning: This will be a gory story. There will be character death. It's horror. It's angst.

Reminder: Read this story very carefully.

Lithuania jumped as a hand clapped down on his shoulder. It reminded him of something he'd really rather forget.

"Heya, Toris! How've you been? You looked kinda tense during Iggy's spiel." America was aware that he'd been far worse after the meeting, when Russia had been lurking around. The commie giant had finally left; an urgent call from his boss had called him home. Most everyone hoped he would stay gone for the duration of the meeting, but only time could tell.

"Yes, and I apologize for that. I've simply had a lot on my mind lately."

"Yeah, I've heard things have kind of gone downhill with Poland lately." Poland, when he heard his name, poked his head out of his conversation. When he caught the pair looking at him, he pouted- albeit cutely- and reengaged himself into his conversation with Lichtenstein, with Switzerland observing nearby. The Baltic sighed.

America shot him a look of sympathy. "Don't worry about it so much. Things will get better. Just look at me and England!"

A grumpy voice froze whatever was going to come out of America's mouth next. "That's 'England and I,' git. I'm sure I taught you better than that."

"See, we even help each other all the time!" England looked ready to debate that point, but he instead went to help Moldova, who was being cornered by France. "Leave her alone, frog!"

Lithuania jumped.

Prussia wandered into the room to see England and France duking it out. Totally unawesome, but it provided good entertainment. He went to stand beside them, maybe some of his awesome encouragement could them fiery enough to start tearing each other's faces off. Or eating them; either one worked for Prussia. France would probably like that, though, so maybe he shouldn't.

Ever since his last little episode with Gilbird- in which he spent hours trying to catch the damned bird at the cost of his now sliced fingers- he had taken to tucking to tucking the little bird into his uniform's chest pocket. The little guy was normally perfectly content in staying there, especially in the presence of the other nations.

Now, however, the he took flight from his warm, blue cocoon. His short wings flapped hard as he tried to keep himself airborne, and his panted chirps quickly drew the attention of all in the room. Several of the cute-lovers cooed at the adorable display; others observed with wariness and trepidation, as the little yellow bird could be a terror when in the right mood.

It didn't take long for them to identify where the chick was going; the room wasn't that big.

The yellow puffball settled in front of Lithuania, who stared at it as though he wasn't quite sure of what it was. Then his eyes flashed with understanding.

Lithuania shrieked, and was quick to scramble as far away from the chick as he could.

The bird, obviously confused about why the normally mellow nation was behaving this way, took off after the man with a little chirp. Lithuania began fleeing backwards even faster; his eyes were wide with fear and trained Gilbird.

"No, please! Go away!" The bird took no heed.

It wasn't long before the Baltic was backed against a wall and nowhere further to run. The little bird was quickly gaining back the distance he made, and his green eyes searched for an escape route.

The bird, as dense as his owner, landed on top of his head. Lithuania, as curled into himself as he was, didn't even notice the thing land on him.

It had taken everyone else in the room to fully interpret what exactly they were seeing: a nation had just beat a hasty retreat- on his behind, no less- to escape a small bird that, as far as they knew, had done nothing to him.

Prussia quickly went to retrieve his runaway bird. "Sorry 'bout that. Don't know what's gotten into him lately." His tone said he was anything but sorry, and that he didn't blame this event entirely on his precious pet. "You okay?"

Lithuania only trembled while his shoulders heaved with heavy sobs. Estonia was quick to join his side. "I'm sorry, Prussia. I don't know what's gotten into Lithuania lately, but he's been having so many episodes recently, I honestly don't know when they'll be coming. I think it's because of you-know-who." The room nodded in sympathy.

Poland slowly, almost regrettably, approached the crying nation. "Hey, Liet, like, what's the matter? You're a total mess."

The trembling Baltic- no, not Latvia!- took a few breaths to try and calm himself down. "Sorry." Was all he could manage to say. And so he took to it like a mantra. It worked at calming him down so the others let him run with it for a little while.

Finally, "It's just, I went to Russia's house-"

"Russia's?" That seemed to be all he needed. Estonia, to say the least, seemed surprised. "I thought I told you that avoiding him would be better?"

Lithuania looked a little sheepish, but continued on. "Well, yes, but I felt it would make me feel better quicker if I handled the problem head on."

Estonia once again cut off his brother. "So you went to Russia's house, got the crap scared out of you, and are jumpy now at the littlest things? I'm placing you under house arrest, three weeks minimum. You need to get this nonsense out of your head, and some bed-rest should accomplish that, no problem." The northern most Baltic, in a rare show of authority, dragged his brother to his feet, and pulled the protesting nation right out the door, their third brother trailing behind them silently.

Austria watched them go, then addressed the shocked world.

"Still, that doesn't explain why he was that terrified of the bird."

"It's 'cause Gilbird's that awesome!"

"Ugh…"