Large fingers overturned sheets of paper on a mahogany desk. Russia frowned when he found no pencil on the desk's surface. Dropping to his hands and knees, he searched the floor, but his elusive pencil remained missing. Sighing in annoyance, Russia tried a new method. "Latvia~!"

"Y-y-yes?" Latvia entered within seconds, and didn't bat an eye when he saw Russia on the floor.

Russia grinned. "You don't look quite so short from down here!"

Unsure of what to say, Latvia nodded.

"May I borrow a pencil, Latvia?"

Nodding again, Latvia withdrew a wooden pencil from his shirt pocket. Russia stood and took it, eying Latvia with disappointment. "You're short again."

"S-sorry."

"You may go."

Latvia scurried out, leaving Russia to his paperwork. Sitting at his desk, Russia pressed Latvia's pencil to a sheet of paper. With a snap, the pencil cracked in half. Russia's eyes filled with tears. "LATVIAA!"

Latvia entered the room to see a hysterical Russia clutching the uneven halves of his pencil. "I'm sorry!", wailed Russia. "Your pencil broke!" He pulled Latvia into a tight hug, tears dampening the smaller nation's shoulder.

"I d-don't mind", insisted Latvia. "It's okay."

"It's not okay! It was your pencil and I BROKE IT!"

"I can always get a new pencil", tried Latvia.

"R-really?", sniffled Russia.

Latvia shook in Russia's embrace. "O-of course."

"Thank you, Latvia! I'm so sorry I broke your pencil" Only... now I don't have anything to do paperwork with, and you have two halves of one pencil."

"What happened t-to your pencil?"

Russia's face darkened. "He ran away... It's all his fault that this happened! Help me look for him, Latvia. When we find him, we can kill him."

Sighing in relief, Latvia dropped to his knees, thanking God that he was free from Russia's attentions.

"Latvia, you're not look~ing."

For now...