OK, so its been a good mm... Seven months since i updated this story. sorry... i honestly don't know how many of you actually car that it took that long but someone reviewed recently and it was kind of a "yo bitch you got a story with no ending!" so i was like "oh... yeah... fuck" so sorry it took me seven months. i have no excuse. not even a longer chapter or anything eh.

I woke up the next morning in a puddle of red. Blood. Mine? Probably. It was always like this. I come in in the middle of the night, he has his way with me and at some point before he's done I black out only to wake up in the scarlet all over again. It's a cycle and I hate it. It's depressing knowing I have to be at his beck and call. But it's for Latvia. Little Latvia couldn't endure this. One whipping and the kid was out cold. Little Latvia, my Latvia…

I should clean this up. He doesn't like to see the aftermath of his destruction, it saddens him. Russia. He hates to see people unhappy, he does, but he worries that our happiness will drive us away from him. He was such a bullied little country. I watched as he grew and I shrunk. He didn't want anyone to be bullied like he was but, what with his upbringing, the only way he knows how to keep people close is to give them no escape. Force them to stay by whatever means necessary. I understand that. Latvia, Estonia, and Poland? Not so much. They have the misfortune of only seeing him as a heartless brute, which, I guess, in a way, is what he has become. But it's not his fault. If I had to put blame on someone it would be on Mongolia or General Winter or-or Prussia! Prussia… where the hell is Prussia? Doesn't matter does it? No, I suppose not. If he's here he's screwed if he's not he's screwed. Let's face it Prussia is a mess. But nevermind him. He's not going to help me clean up the room before Ivan wakes up.

I tried to pry myself off the floor only to fall back at a sudden pain shooting up the right side of my back. I don't know what I was expecting. It's always like this. My second attempt was more successful. I managed to get myself into a standing position and in under an hour I had the floor as spotless as it was going to get leaving only a red hue where the pool once resided. Satisfied with my work I left the room as quietly as I could and hobbled to the nearest bathroom to tend to my wounds. I cleaned them out, bandaged, even stitched when necessary, taking care to disinfect every one in high hopes of preventing another infection.

With a sigh I began the long trek up to the room we Baltics shared, dreading my inevitable reunion with Latvia. Using the wall as a crutch, something I won't have the luxury of doing once Ivan wakes up. If he sees I am unwell it will draw unwanted attention, and if he knows he caused it it'll cause even more unwanted tantrums.

Finally I made it to the room and was pleased to find that both of my comrades were already up. Latvia must've recovered faster than expected. Either way I was glad they wouldn't have to see the brunt of my injuries and I could change in peace. Gritting thorough the pain I managed to get a new uniform on and the old one thrown in the hamper.

Stopping before the closed door I mentally steadied myself for what was sure to be a trying day. Taking a deep breath I set my face in a forced smile and plunged into what was sure to be the worst day of my life.

*Hetalia*

"Ugh!" I grunted as I felt something prod me from the side "Stop!" I swatted at it only half conscious. "Cut it out!"

"Latvia! Come on! You got off easy yesterday but you actually have work to do! Remember?"

"Ugh, Estonia. Five more minutes?"

"No. we have to get started. Mr. Russia will be pissed if breakfast isn't on the table when he wakes up."

"So? Toris'll do it"

"Oh will he? I, for one, haven't seen him all night so I wouldn't be expecting him to be of much help! And I would think after what happened yesterday you'd be a little more weary of making Mr. Russia upset!"

He was right. I hate him for it but he was right. I couldn't take any more. I'd have to keep my mouth shut today, that's for sure. On the bright side Toris was M.I.A.! Wait… no that's awful I shouldn't be happy about that. Sighing I pushed myself up and with help from Estonia managed to get to my feet. "Fine. But I don't want to pick up any of Toris's slack."

It took a while but Estonia finally managed to help me into a clean uniform and get my hair in a somewhat presentable state, then off we went to the kitchen to cook. Well Estonia was cooking. I'm not allowed to touch the stove most of the time. Bad things happen when I'm near fire. He was making an oatmeal of sorts and it looked disgusting. I found myself wishing Toris would show up if not just to make an edible breakfast. I love, Edward. I do but there's a reason Toris does the cooking, and he, the book keeping. We each have our respective fields of use and stick to them. One more reason to be pissed that Toris is skipping out on breakfast duty.

Finding myself practically useless in the kitchen I began the oh so daunting task of setting the table. I had a few scares but actually managed not to drop anything, a major accomplishment in the eyes of those whom have come to know me. Satisfied with my work in the dining room I stumbled back to the kitchen to see how Estonia was doing on the gruel he was cooking. Upon opening the door, however I was met with a mop of brown rather than blonde upon the head of the cook.

"Lithuania?" I asked aghast. "What- Where's Estonia?"

He turned to me and I froze. He looked horrible. There was bandage on his right cheek, dark circles under his yes, bruising around the neck, and worst of all a smile playing on his lips as if oblivious to his current physical state.

"Oh… Latvia. He's upstairs bringing morning tea to Mr. Russia." You could cut the tension with a knife. He knew what was wrong, I knew what was wrong but for some reason neither of us wanted to mention for fear of worrying the other. So there we stood, eyes locked waiting for the other to make the first move. Our gaze broke as Estonia entered the room throwing us odd glances as he informed us that Russia was at the table. I felt him usher me into the dining room in a daze. Seeing Toris like that really shook me up more than I'm willing to admit. And now I had to sit there like nothing was wrong at a table with my love in shambles and the man who made it that way.

well so its summer soon so it wont be seven months but if you actually want me to keep this going just remind me? i forget. like not even a review just tell me to write. i dont even care if you like it or not just send me a "FINISH WHAT YOU STARTED!" and ill be forever in your debt. thanks for sticking with it those of you who did. means a lot :).