Hello! I know I really should be working on TWL, but after a discussion with the awesome AoChouYan, this idea popped into my head, and wouldn't leave! (And I have to thank her so much for reading this when it was in its first stages, and helping suggest certain plot points! I also have to give her credit for the line, "If you're going to cut your hair and diminish your beauty, then I'll just take away what beauty you have left". That's what gave me the idea for this story.)

Cover art by EPH-SAN1634 from DeviantART~

This originally started out as a oneshot, but since this first part was so long, I decided to split it up into two parts.

Since this is Nyotalia, the Baltics' (as well as Russia's) personalities are going to be a bit different. However, I still wrote them so that they are recognizable characters.

There is implied AmeLiet in this. ^^

*Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya.*

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Rebellion of the Weakest

Lithuania supposed that, in retrospect, it would have been better to keep her hair short. Back when she lived with America, she had chopped off her most of her long locks, going from a braid to a bob to match her enthusiastic housemate's. At first, she had protested, but America had told her to 'get with the times', and finally take advantage of the fact that she was free from Russia's stifling control. After much pleading, the brunette finally agreed.

When she came out of the hairdresser's, America's eyes went wide. At first, Lithuania assumed it was because the style didn't suit her, and she looked down, blushing, but quickly discovered that, in fact, it was quite the opposite.

"Tori… You look beautiful!" The taller girl's voice echoed through Lithuania's mind, causing her to smile wistfully, her eyes getting misty. She remembered that the American kissed her, nearly knocking her over, to her embarrassment. At first, the physical closeness made her throat close up, but she forced herself to relax, telling herself that it was Amelia Jones' lips on hers, and not anyone else's. That night, the two shared America's bed not as friends, but as lovers, but not in the way some of the more…experienced…Nations would expect. They slept intertwined, with America's arms wrapped around Lithuania's, but that was it. At that stage, light physical contact was the only thing the brunette's heavily-conditioned mind and body would allow.

Eventually, Lithuania showed America all the scars that marked her. Instead of wrinkling her nose, the boisterous blonde embraced her, running her hands down her back, as though her touches would soothe the old wounds. That night, she slept without a shirt, no longer ashamed of her body.

Shaking herself back to reality, Lithuania rubbed her aching scalp before returning to shelving the books in the library. What prompted her wistful recollections of her time with America had been the simple fact that Russia liked to yank on her hair whenever she felt like her 'darling' subordinate wasn't moving fast enough, or she said something out-of-line, or sometimes, just because she felt like it. The other two got this treatment as well, but not as much as Lithuania, since their hair was not as long.

Lithuania supposed it was her fault for growing her hair out after she was forced to leave America's house, but when she thought about it, she realized she had no choice. Russia wanted her girls to look and act like 'ladies', after all, and hair was the first step to achieving that. Even when she lived with Germany, she continued to grow her hair until it hung in a wavy curtain halfway down her back. She thought about putting it into a braid, like she used to, but decided not to, since that would make it even easier to grab.

The others had the right idea… Latvia's wavy hair just reached her shoulders, while Estonia's was a tad shorter. The former kept hers down, while the latter pulled hers back into a small, tight ponytail that was too short to grab easily. A part of Lithuania wanted to chop her own hair off again, but the other part of her brain told her not to, lest she wanted to face a punishment.

"I thought I told you to work, Viktorija."

Feeling Russia's hot breath on her neck, Lithuania jumped, dropping the heavy books in her hands. Scrambling to her knees, the brunette willed her shaking hands to pick up the scattered tomes, hoping that none of the pages ripped, and that none of the covers were dented. She nearly got all of them when a painful pressure on her scalp forced her to her feet, pulling and ripping at her hair until she looked her tormentor in the eyes.

"I'm sorry, Miss Russia," she began hesitantly, resisting the urge to look away. "Your voice just startled me."

"And whose fault is that, Litva? You were the one daydreaming of that damned American instead of working like you were supposed to!" Narrowing her lilac eyes into slits, Russia forced Lithuania backwards until her back hit one of the bookshelves. "I heard all about your little 'adventures' with Amelia. Let me guess, you spread your legs for her the moment she expressed interest? It was the 'roaring twenties', after all."

"Stop it," Lithuania whispered, gripping the books so hard her knuckles turned white. She looked down, tears threatening to spill from her sunken eyes. She wanted to say 'no', that she didn't take her relationship with the blonde further because she was so scared of intimate touches that any hands on her bare body, even those of her lover, made her panic until she was calmed down, but she didn't. Especially because she was in front of the person who put her in that state.

"Fight back! She has no right to treat you this way!" America's voice rang through her mind.

I can't, Amelia. She'll hurt me worse if I do. And if I'm hurt to the point where I can't work, where does that leave the others? I won't have them suffer for my stupidity. She shook all thoughts of punching the cold Nation from her mind; she doubted she even had the strength to leave a bruise, at this point. She was no longer the empire of Eastern Europe, after all.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you!" Russia tugged on Lithuania's hair harder than ever before, causing the girl to whimper.

"I'm sorry," was the automatic response, pounded into her head (figuratively and literally) through relentless conditioning.

"If you are so sorry, why do you keep looking away, huh? Why don't you ever work fast enough anymore? Latvia can work better than you, and she's the most incompetent of you three!"

"I'd work faster if you'd just let me go!" Lithuania finally blurted. As soon as she realized what she just said, her heart leapt into her throat.

"Fine." Russia let go of her subordinate's hair, pushing her harshly against the bookshelf. As a few volumes fell onto the now-shaking girl's head, she did not react, though it was obvious she was in pain. "Get back to work."

"Yes, miss."

When Lithuania was sure Russia was gone, she placed the books in her arms on the desk and sank to the floor. She was planning on picking up the just-fallen books, but a sharp burst of pain in her head caused her to curl up. To distract herself, she wove her fingers through her hair, trying to gently get rid of all the tangles.

Squeezing her eyes shut, she tried to think of happier times, when she could smile and laugh freely, and her head didn't perpetually ache. Think of Felka. Though she and the Pole had a falling out before Lithuania went to live with America, she still had fond memories of sitting with her outside, where the air was clear and the sun warmed their faces. Poland would braid her hair, her thin fingers dexterously weaving in flowers and ribbons until she looked like some decoration at a garden party. While she hated drawing attention to herself, she didn't mind the blonde's 'art'. In fact, she quite liked it, especially the flowers. She always did love nature…

That was partially the reason she didn't cut her hair when America first asked about it. She was just too attached to the calm feeling it gave her, and the reminiscing it allowed herself to get lost in. But cutting it created new happy memories, which were currently saving her from completely being taken over by a dark depression. Lithuania supposed that this was the reason she was so attached to her hair. As long as it was there, she could escape.

"Viktorija!"

Hearing her name snapped Lithuania out of her thoughts. Panicking, she grabbed the rest of the books off the ground and stumbled to her feet. When she finally looked up, she relaxed, realizing that it was not Russia who called her name, but Estonia, who was flanked by Latvia.

Finally allowing herself to let out the breath she had been holding, she leaned against the desk, exhausted.

"Tori, are you okay?" Latvia's soft voice echoed throughout the otherwise-silent room. She felt the tiny girl's hands on her aching shoulders and she sighed.

"She hurt you again." Estonia strode over to Lithuania's other side.

"It was my fault. I wasn't working fast enough." The brunette stood up and began to shelve the remaining books.

Eying her hair, the taller of the blondes pursed her lips. "Miss Russia pulled your hair again, didn't she."

Lithuania didn't answer, but the silence confirmed it.

"I'm sick of it! I'm sick of us being her dolls to be dressed and brushed and made perfect for world meetings, but then she hurts us afterwards!"

"Shh, Esti! She'll hear us!"

"I don't care. She mostly ignores me, anyway."

"Yeah, but she'll take her anger out on Tori." Latvia stepped in front of the bespectacled Nation. "Or me."

At that, Estonia's eyes softened. "You're right," she finally said, looking defeated. "Neither of you deserve that." She put an arm around the other two Baltics, pulling them close.

At first, Lithuania stiffened when she was touched, though she melted into the contact eventually, despite the fact that Estonia's hand was icy. Esti is hugging you, not anyone else. It's Esti. No one but her.

"Hey. Tori. Look at me."

Though she knew Estonia was talking, the brunette heard the voice of her tormentor. Pulling her hair close, she shook the hand off of her arm and backed away until she hit the bookshelf again.

"Viktorija. Please. I'm not going to hurt you; I'm trying to help you calm down!"

The Lithuanian looked up, her forest green eyes meeting her friend's own teal ones.

"Hey. I have a story for you."

Lithuania knew that Estonia was trying to distract her, but didn't care. As long as the blonde kept talking, she could focus on that, instead of her aching head and back.

"You don't have to be so patronizing; I'm not unresponsive." Viktorija allowed herself to raise an eyebrow. Sometimes, she acts like she's the eldest of us three.

Estonia smiled, laughing quietly. "I know." She leaned in, almost conspiratorially. "Still want to hear the story?"

Lithuania decided to humor her friend. "Go ahead."

"Have you noticed that Miss Russia won't use my human name? It's because 'Esti' sounds too close to 'Eesti', and she'd cut out her own tongue rather than speak my language, especially when she beats me for speaking it. It's the only thing she hurts me for…"

"But…" Latvia began, tugging on Estonia's sleeve.

"Shh, Milda, I'll get to that. Be patient!" The Finno-Ugric girl pushed up her glasses. "You two know that Evelin is my real name, and that Esti was just a nickname Mil here gave me when she was too small to pronounce 'Eesti' properly. But Russia doesn't know that. So she's stuck calling me by my country name in Russian unless she wants to accidentally speak Estonian. And the best part is, 'Esti' really is a name, and it was meant to be patriotic towards my land! That's why I told you to call me 'Esti' when we were first pulled under Russia's rule all those years ago."

Lithuania had never seen Estonia look so smug. While it might have been small, these little acts of rebellion meant a lot to the three Baltics, so they enjoyed the little victories—though they might seem insignificant to the outsider—whenever they could.

"You use 'Esti' so much that you should probably just change your name to it completely. It's been centuries since I've called you 'Evelin'." The brunette's headache started to dissipate, so she felt well enough to crack a joke.

"Are you kidding me? Then my complete name would be Eesti: Esti von Bock! It sounds like Estonia Estonia! Though it does sort of have a nice ring to it, and it does feel good to piss Russia off with it. Hell, it's been so long since anyone's called me Evelin that it doesn't sound like my name anymore…"

The three laughed quietly until Lithuania and Latvia realized Estonia wasn't joking. Both shorter Nations wrapped their arms around their friend, trying to comfort her.

"It…it feels good to laugh again. It's been so long…" Latvia fixed the ribbons in her hair. "It sort of hurts my throat. But in a nice way. But I'm sorry that it was at your expense…"

Estonia embraced her tighter, rubbing her shoulders. She then looked to Lithuania, narrowing her eyes. "You really need to do something about your hair; if you keep it at that length, Russia will continue to grab it and use it against you!"

"I know. But only Miss Russia gives haircuts. She wants us to look like proper ladies."

"Well you know what, she can go f—" She cut herself off, clearing her throat instead. "I say you could use a trim."

Lithuania narrowed her own eyes. "Hypothetically speaking, even if I wanted it done, how would you do it? You can't just ask Miss Russia for scissors."

"What if I told you I don't have to?" Estonia raised her eyebrows. "It pays to be the neglected one, sometimes." With a smirk, she quietly walked out of the room.

While the tallest Baltic was gone, Lithuania took the time to straighten out the books again, just in case Russia came back to check on them. Latvia caught on and brushed the last bits of dust off of the lower shelf.

"Voila."

The two turned around at their friend's voice, their eyes widening as they saw the scissors in her hands.

"What did I tell you?" Estonia put the utensil in her pocket. "Come with me; we still need to finish cleaning Russia's office." There was a glint in her eyes that Lithuania hadn't seen before, and she wasn't sure that she liked it.

When the three reached the eerily-silent room, Estonia shut the door. "Milda? I'll do yours, first."

"My hair?" the Latvian practically squeaked. "But it's not very long…"

"I know. But this should be a symbol of solidarity, that we're united. If Tori cuts her hair, then we do, too."

"Ah. O…okay…" With shaking hands, Latvia unclipped the ribbons from her hair and undid the small braid on the left side that Russia gave her. "But…in Miss Russia's office?"

"Just think of it as sort of a 'f—take that' to Russia, for everything she's done to us."

"But…" Latvia let the bows drop to the floor, wringing her hands.

"We'll clean it up when we're done, Milda." Estonia tapped her foot.

"I don't want to be hurt, though!"

"Maybe we should just not do it." Lithuania pulled Latvia to her chest, gently stroking the now-crying girl's hair.

"Aren't you tired of letting her attack us? Our people are fighting back in small ways and are dying for us! The least we can do is defy Russia in small ways. We need to show her that she can't walk over us!"

Latvia looked up, both enthralled and frightened by Estonia's words.

"Just, trust me." The taller blonde's voice was surprisingly gentle, filled with love for her two friends. "Please. And when Russia sees us… I'll take the fall for you two. I'm…I'm just tired of seeing her using your hair as a weapon against you. It…it hurts."

Latvia wriggled her way out of Lithuania's grasp and tugged on Estonia's jacket. "I…I'm ready. You can cut my hair."

The second-oldest Baltic smiled, though there were tears in her own eyes. "Okay." Smoothing the shorter girl's hair down as best she could, Estonia pulled it back into a makeshift ponytail, holding it just below where she wanted to cut. Taking a deep breath, she grabbed the scissors from her pocket and sliced through the thick waves.

"Ah!" Latvia's eyes went wide with shock for a moment, but quickly relaxed, though she still trembled. Now, her hair just reached her chin. She stumbled back to Lithuania, moving like she was almost in a daze.

"You look really cute, Milda. Don't worry!" Estonia put the loose hair on Russia's desk. "You're up, Tori. I'll cut yours, too."

Lithuania nodded, slowly walking over to her friend.

"Yours'll be easier, since it's so much longer. How does neck-length sound?"

The brunette didn't respond. She merely clenched her fists and closed her eyes, involuntarily shuddering when Estonia pulled her hair back. When she felt the scissors brush against her neck, she gasped, her eyes snapping open.

"I… I…I'm sorry." She backed away from Estonia, tears burning her eyes. When she composed herself, she finally spoke. "Can I do it myself?" Lithuania knew that if she didn't do it right now, she never would.

Sensing the determination in her tone, the bespectacled Nation nodded, handing her the scissors. Narrowing her eyes, Lithuania gripped her hair where Estonia had it before, took a deep breath… And cut. Suddenly exhausted, she slowly let herself sink to the floor, still gripping her hair.

"Breathe, Viktorija," Estonia instructed. "It's okay; it'll grow back eventually."

Lithuania nodded, shakily handing her the scissors.

"Since you're in no state to do it," the taller blonde turned to Latvia, "can you cut mine? I'll kneel."

Latvia nodded. Since Estonia's hair was already tied up in a ponytail, all she did was cut it off, nearly throwing it onto the desk.

Suddenly, the door slammed open. "I thought I told you three that closed doors are not a—" Russia cut herself off mid-sentence when she saw exactly what had occurred.

"You ungrateful children!" she snapped, towering over the three. "I make sure to give you nice haircuts and clothes, and this is how you repay me?" She yanked on Latvia's shirt, pulling her forward. "Was this your idea, suka?"

Latvia shrank back, trying to escape, though it was futile.

"No, Russia! It was mine!" Estonia rushed to Latvia's side, all trace of rebellion gone from her eyes. Instead, fear remained.

"Oh, Milda. You don't deserve friends like these…" Russia's hand moved to her throat. "Miss Estonia is so nice to try to stick up for you, but I know her well. She's a smart young lady, unlike you; she'd never come up with such a stupid plan. And judging from the terrified look on weak Miss Viktorija's face, she didn't even want to do this. That leaves you."

As soon as the word left the cold Nation's lips, she ripped the scissors from Latvia's hand and stabbed them into her upper arm.

The shorter blonde writhed in pain, knowing from experience that it would be worse if she screamed. Instead, she just silently cried. She could not keep up her quiet façade when the scissors were pushed into her flesh further and twisted. "Please, Miss Russia! It hurts!"

Before Russia could react, Lithuania saw red. She dropped her cut hair, leapt to her feet, and threw herself into Russia.

"Esti!" she yelled, looking behind her. "Hold Milda!" That look proved to be her downfall; she found herself being pushed to the ground and pinned down by Russia.

"I thought I taught you better than this, Tori! Would another night in the basement help you learn to respect me?"

All the fire left Viktorija's body as it remembered the harsh bite of the whip on her back. "I…I'm sorry, Miss Russia."

For a second, the lavender-eyed Nation almost looked sad. But it soon passed, and she stood up, the cold glint back in her eyes. She strode over to Estonia and slapped her across the face before pulling the now-in shock Latvia from her arms.

"You are an insolent little brat who does not know how good she has it!" Russia hissed, pressing the girl forward until her back met the corner of the desk. "I don't lock you in a cold room all day. I dress you up nicely. I feed you." With each sentence, she added more pressure until Lithuania could see the sharp edge of the corner digging into the young subordinate's back. "You. Know. Nothing."

Now Latvia screamed, the pain too great for her to bear silently.

"Stop it, Miss Russia, please! You're going to break her spine!" Estonia yelled, her voice cracking.

Suddenly, a deathly calm fell over Russia. She pulled Latvia away from the desk, though her hand gripped the shorter girl's hair tighter than necessary.

"You're coming with me. All three of you."

Without another word, she exited the room, dragging Latvia by her hair.

"Please, Miss Russia!" Estonia pleaded, matching her pace with her tormentor. "This was my idea; it really was! Don't pull them into this!"

Lithuania could see that with each step, the tallest Baltic was breaking.

"No, it was Latvia's. We went over this."

"Anya! What are you doing?" Ukraine stuck his head out of his room, his blue eyes worried.

"Stay out of this, Yaroslav! These three—" She shook Latvia violently. "—have taken advantage of my good will."

"Please. Think about what you are doing! If they are too hurt to move, how can they work?"

"Just shut up! And they'll be able to move, unless they're weaker than I thought!"

Ukraine closed his eyes before darting back into his room. But not before Lithuania saw his mouthed 'I'm sorry'.

Russia walked further until she found the room she was looking for. Throwing open the door to her bedroom, she tossed Latvia inside and pushed the other Baltics after her before walking in, locking the door behind her.

She grabbed the back of Latvia's vest, dragging her into the master bathroom. When all four of them were inside, she finally spoke. "Strip."

"What? Why?" Estonia's eyes widened.

"Because I don't want anything to get all over your nice clothes. Stupid Milda made me tear her clothes twice today, after all. I am so glad the one on her arm was a puncture wound so there won't be any large bloodstains, but the one on her back? It'll take forever for Moldova to mend it!"

"But!"

"Shut your mouth, Milda. Or do you want me to cut out your tongue?"

The Latvian complied, even going so far as to bite her own lip. With trembling hands, she unbuttoned her vest and shirt, letting them pool to the floor, followed by her skirt. The other Baltics followed suit until all three stood shivering in their underwear.

"When I said 'strip', I meant everything."

Lithuania knew by the tone that there was no convincing Russia otherwise. Blinking back tears, she removed her bra before sliding her panties off. She looked down, not wanting to look at Russia or her friends.

"Ah, Milda. You look like a starved child, or a dog on the streets. I could play your ribs like a xylophone. I had no idea how ugly you were until now. You do have a pretty face, though…"

The only sounds in the room were Russia's mocking voice, and Latvia's quiet sobs.

"Estonia… Looks like your face isn't the only thing that's boyish. Even Latvia has more of a figure than you; you're a disgrace of a woman! You're tall; I thought your breasts would be bigger than this!"

Lithuania looked up in time to see Russia cup her hands around Estonia's chest, squeezing her breasts until her nails broke the skin. For once, Estonia cried, her shoulders shaking from the effort. When the lavender-eyed woman let go, she slapped the bespectacled Nation's thigh. "Your legs are nice, though."

Finally, Russia turned her steely gaze onto Lithuania. The brunette held her breath as she was looked up and down. "No wonder America wanted you, Viktorija. There's no denying that you're beautiful. However, those scars all over you are so, so ugly. But they're your own fault. I guess that means you're ugly, too, at least in personality." She turned to all the girls, her eyes narrowed. "Your best feature, for every single one of you, was your beautiful hair. Why did you have to ruin it?" She slammed her hands onto the sink. "Sit on the edge of the bathtub. Now."

The three complied, with Latvia sitting in the middle. Lithuania noticed that both of the girl's wounds were still bleeding, and that the gash on her back had bruising surrounding it.

"If you're going to cut your hair and diminish your beauty, then I'll just take away what beauty you have left."
"What?" Estonia instinctively intertwined her fingers with Latvia's. Lithuania did the same to the youngest Baltic's other hand.

Russia rifled through her cabinet until she found what she was looking for. Electronic hair clippers.

With a jolt, Lithuania knew what was going to happen. Before she could move, Russia literally sat on her lap and turned the clippers on. The brunette cried as her remaining hair was shaved off, falling to the floor and into the bathtub. She continued to weep as the same was done to Estonia, who clenched her fists.

Finally, Russia grabbed Latvia's throat. With a force harder than what she used on the older Baltics, she dug the clippers into her thick hair, pressing unnecessarily hard. Even when the tiny girl's head was shaved, she still ran the clippers over it once more.

With a whimper, Latvia grabbed onto Estonia's arm as the blades cut into her skin. Blood dripped onto the tub, creating a sickening contrast against the white. When she finally allowed herself to cry, Russia stopped, almost looking alarmed.

"I am so sorry, but you needed to learn. You can't just go stirring up rebellions, after all!" Shaking her head, she washed the blades before throwing the clippers back in her cabinet. "Clean this up." Cracking her neck, she left.

As soon as Russia slammed the door, Lithuania fell to her knees. Her hair, her only source of comfort, was gone, shredded all around her. Her heart felt like it was going to burst out of her chest; it hurt so much. Her vision went blurry, and she gasped, suddenly unable to breathe properly.

"Viktorija? Viktorija!" Estonia knelt down, enveloping the eldest Baltic in a hug. When Lithuania's head brushed against her friend's chest, she noticed that the younger girl's body stiffened and slightly pulled away at her touch.

"Come on, Viktorija. Breathe! You can do this! Please! It's just hair; it'll grow back!"

"I kn-know!" Lithuania rasped, unable to stop gasping. "But I can't stop! All those good times… With Felka and Amelia…and flowers, and flappers, and…" She cut herself off, crying more.

"All of those memories are still with you, Tori! You don't need your hair for them!"

A loud 'thunk' caused Estonia to whirl around. "Oh God! Milda!"

Forcing her head up, Lithuania squinted through her blurry vision to see Latvia's limp form in the tub.

"This is all my fault!" Estonia sobbed, gently pulling her unconscious friend into her arms and cradling her, not caring that blood got on her chest and stomach. "If I only listened to you, Tori! None of this would have happened!"

The normally-confident girl's anguished sobs caused Lithuania to snap out of her daze. Not even caring that she was naked, she mechanically stood up and grabbed Russia's personal first aid kit—Why does she have one? She's not the one being beaten and whipped!—before she wet a washcloth and knelt down.

"Lay her on her back, Esti; I need to clean these gashes on her head first. You can take care of her arm."

The two worked silently until their friend's first two injuries were bandaged. Without being told to, Estonia gently flipped Latvia onto her stomach, exposing the angry mess of blood and bruises on her back. Hissing in sympathy, the bespectacled Nation quickly washed and bandaged that wound, as well.

Afterwards, Estonia wrapped a towel around her friend, who began to stir. Lithuania said nothing as the taller girl helped her into her undergarments, followed by her shirt and skirt, before shrugging on her own underclothes and dress.

Lithuania sank back to the floor, her head throbbing. When Latvia crawled into her lap, she embraced her tightly, but gently.

"Stay here," Estonia instructed, wiping the tear tracks off of her face. "I'll be right back."

/

Estonia was mad. No, she was furious. She let the anger overtake her anguish as she stormed downstairs. She had no idea if that's where Russia was headed, but for some reason, something in her gut told her she was there.

When she reached the kitchen, she realized she was right. Before she could lose her nerve, she threw the door open.

"How could you?" she hissed, trying to suppress the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes. "Milda did nothing wrong! You hurt her so badly that she passed out!"

"I know." There was a flicker of remorse in Russia's eyes, though it was gone before Estonia could fully process it. "I know you were the one who came up with the plan. I could see it in your eyes."

"What?" Estonia's body went cold.

"Of course it wasn't Latvia; she's too groomed to ever come up with this sort of plan. But you… I gave you too much time to think, and you became cocky. I hope this fixed that. I know that little Milda is your weakness."

"You…You bitch!" With a screech (that was admittedly undignified), Estonia threw herself at Russia. She was able to get one punch in before she was kicked to the ground. Not giving up, she sprang to her feet and tried again. This time, the taller woman was ready for her. Without a moment of hesitation, she reached for the shovel the rested near the door and swung it at Estonia, making contact with her stomach.

Tears fell from the Finno-Ugric Nation's eyes, but she didn't allow herself to stay down. No, she got right back up again and fought, to avenge her (both physically and mentally) injured friends. Even when the blade of the shovel mercilessly dug into her body, she would not back down.

"Why won't you learn to just DO WHAT YOU'RE TOLD!" This time, Russia aimed her makeshift weapon differently, hitting Estonia in the forehead, knocking her glasses off.

The world spun, and Estonia found herself falling, falling until she hit the kitchen floor. She vaguely heard the shovel being tossed aside, and freezing hands caressing her face. Before her consciousness faded, she swore she heard a faint, "I'm sorry. But you needed to learn your place… I didn't mean to hit you so hard… But you wouldn't have learned otherwise…"

Not caring about Russia's debate with herself, Estonia gladly embraced the black that overtook her vision, welcoming its soothing darkness.

/

And that is the end of Part One! Hopefully, Part Two should be up either later tonight or tomorrow!

Russia groped Estonia for humiliation purposes only. In my mind, she had no idea that it could be taken as sexual harassment. To me, she only saw it as a way to make Estonia self-conscious, and nothing more. There was no lust, nor romance, involved.

The whole thing with Estonia's human name all stems from the fact that 'Esti' was the first name I gave to her, but then I saw someone (who is really awesome~) using the name 'Evelin' for her, and I fell in love with it! I was too attached to Esti just to give it up, so AoChouYan suggested a compromise: Esti can be her nickname, and Evelin could be her real name.

Since this is Nyotalia, I made the Baltics' dynamic a bit different. Estonia is more hotheaded and less reserved than her male counterpart, Lithuania is emotionally fragile rather than overworried, and Latvia is demure and obedient rather than blunt and panicky.

The next part will feature more Nyo-Nations, so stay tuned!