Hetalia - different views

Latvia found it very odd to be walking around in a giant frightening man's body. Whenever she looked at her fellow baltics they cringed. In a way it was a little lonely. Although for the first time Latvia found her-self with almost no fear, well at least when she didn't have to use the big boys room.

Russia seemed to be enjoying him-self prancing around in dresses and being able hug the baltics without them cringing. He lept everywhere with a smile across his face. He even hugged Latvia, which really meant in a way that he was hugging him-self.

The duo found that time went by slowly as they tried not to draw attention to them-selves. They had ultimately decided that the less people knew of their switch the less humiliation and awkward questions they would have to endure over the next few centuries.

The first day of the switch was pretty dull. Latvia showed Russia where she usually did some cleaning that day and Russia sorted some paperwork, making a 'touch and you head becomes one with my pipe' pile and a 'simple enough for a moron' pile. Evidently he was still a little ticked about the whole switching bodies being Latvia's fault thing.

In fact Latvia had just started on the 'simple enough for a moron' pile when Lithuania entered Russia's (Temporarily Latvia's) office. He seemed to be trying to smile and was carrying a platter that held Russia's favorite meal in the world, vodka and natural sunflower seeds.

"H-Here you go sir, I know you get hungry when you work." His voice was a little shaky, but it held a decent amount of friendliness. Something that Latvia had not heard all day. She felt her eyes start to water, she longed to run and leap into Lithuania's arms for a comforting hug. However the fact that she would most likely crush him with her new body probably make him faint with fear at the same time if she did kept her in Russia's chair.

Latvia sniffed in response, "Th-thank you Lithuania."

The response made Lithuania pause for a minute, he stared at the emotional Latvian instead, seeing Russia on the verge of tears. He quickly set the platter beside Latvia's paperwork and then B-lined it for the door.

Latvia personally didn't blame him, if she saw Russia about to cry she might have made a run for it expecting the end of the world. Still, it left a lump of sadness in her heart. She rested her head on her hand and momentarily attempted to stroke non-existent hair. She huffed bored with the paperwork and started to munch on the sunflower seeds, finding them surprisingly full of flavor. She took a swig of vodka, discovering that in Russia's body the burning sensation and taste were very pleasant.

"Latvia," A familiar high-pitched voice called.

Latvia turned to stare at her-self bearing a small smile. Well, actually it was Russia trying to wear his usual smile on a unfamiliar face. She gave her usual nervous smile and started to shake slightly. The scene was ridiculous to anyone as the giant men shook fearfully in front of the small smiling girl.

"Ye-yes, sir?" Latvia asked.

"I, I need you to go into the town with me." Russia actually fidgeted, seemingly embarrassed, "Estonia asked me to go buy a few things and while I know my own town...I have just never needed to buy food there by my-self before."

Without thinking Latvia laughed, but quickly stopped as Russia's smile became more forced and a purple aura seemed to be slowly forming around him. She gave the paperwork a fleeting glance and quickly joined Russia.

"Before we go, I have to...do something frightening." Latvia stated fearfully. She had been avoiding it for as long as she could. With courage she marched to the bathroom. Russia stared after her, a pink tinge appeared on his face (Something that wouldn't have happened in his own body) and with a now extreme purple aura, he marched to the bathroom as well.

A young Latvian girl and a giant Russian man walking in the market drew a few odd looks. The girl held onto the Latvia's arm casting almost suspicious glances around, apparently being so small and vulnerable in such a public place did not suite Russia.

They reached a small market and Latvia told Russia to stay beside a familiar stand as she went to get food, vodka, and several small things they needed around the house. Russia stood beside the stand patiently waiting. He occasionally found him-self rocking on his heels, a habit of Latvia.

Then something caught his eye. A tall man with a very familiar cow-lick was spazzing out about what seemed to be a simple wooden doll in one of the stands. Russia quickly made his way toward the man.

"Hey!" His high-pitched voice called out in English.

The man turned very suddenly. He looked almost exactly like America, except for his green eyes and freckles. Russia stopped in his tracks feeling slightly relieved. What could he have done in his current body if it had been America in his country without permission?

"Sorry, I thought you were someone else." Russia apologized and turned to leave.

A hand clamped on her shoulder stopping his movement. The man he had called to stood there with a giant grin on his face. He spoke with an English accent, "Will you please help me for a moment miss? I need to ask this chap where the train station is, but I don't speak one word of Russian and I lost my manual."

Russia smiled, annoyed. He quickly relayed the message to a tall Russian man that had a bushy black beard. Russia then stood there for ten minutes translating for them, until the British man let go of his shoulder.

He practically fled back toward the stand that he had supposed to be waiting by. Tenderly, he touched his shoulder, realizing that even if he had tried to pull away or fight the man, he would have been helpless with only Latvia's small body's strength. It was unnerving to say the least.

"Mr. Ivan," Latvia called to Russia using his public name. She was easily carrying all of their groceries, she could have probably carried ten times the current amount considering she was in his body.

Russia darted beside Latvia, smiling brightly. The duo headed back to their large house.

Latvia was in a way slightly enjoying being in such a large body. Despite the loneliness of being surrounded by other people's fear, she had not received a single cat-call or wink. The old men and women in the stands hadn't even commented on her adorable dress or that she shouldn't be in town without an adult. Russia had seemed to have had an uneventful time waiting for her and was wearing his usual grin.

They made their way back to the house. Russia set off with specific instructions of where to put everything they had bought. Latvia trudged back into the office to finish the paperwork.

She ended up mostly staring outside at the blizzard, it was getting very intense outside. In fact it was even starting to get cold inside. Latvia pulled her trenchcoat higher around her shoulders, the cold was only mildly annoying so far.

She went back to her tedious work almost wishing for the power to go out rather then fill out such boring forms. The lights flickered overhead oh, no. darkness completely consumed the room leaving Latvia alone and blind. She stood almost instantly, knowing that soon the house would soon grow chilly despite the various fire places it contained. She felt her way through various hallways and into the living room. There she found Russia sitting close to the fire, shivering.

"Mr. Russia, where are the others?" Latvia asked, concerned for her fellow Baltics.

"They went to close off the spare rooms and basement to conserve heat." Russia explained and then perked up, "Lithuania said that we'll have to sleep in the same room tonight."

Latvia felt her heart sink a little. She knew that she would not be invited into the shared warmth, Russia usually did simply bare through the cold by him-self after all. She usually had nightmares when the power went out, too.

The duo sat by the fire Latvia feeling only slightly chilly and Russia freezing. The baltics came back nervously greeting Latvia and then huddling around Russia. Latvia felt more lonely then she had all day. They sat there for a while, the two elder baltics planning out where they were going to sleep and where was the best place to get blankets. Eventually the baltics assigned them-selves to a ground-level bedroom.

Latvia entered Russia's bedroom which was luckily a ground-level room. She thought about changing into pajamas, but then quickly dismissed the idea. She had already had to use the bathroom twice today, she refused to go through anything like that again.

So she snuggled under the blankets, adding a few extra just for more warmth.

"Latvia, I am having problem," Russia shook Latvia who murmured in response, "Estonia and Lithuania have given me pajamas and expect me to wear them, but I do not know how to put them on properly and I do not think that they would let me sleep with them in just your underwear."

This got Latvia's attention. She didn't like the idea of Russia changing her clothes, nor did she like the idea of her body in nothing but underwear suddenly appearing to the other baltics. The lectures and concerned looks would never end.

"How many more days do we have eachother's bodies?" Latvia asked, devising a plan.

"Tomorrow at 7 p.m. we change back." Russia answered confidently.

"Then sleep with me." Latvia paused, she had never thought she would be saying those words to Russia. She continued, "It wouldn't make the baltics as suspicious as they will be if you act like you instead of me."

Russia nodded his head slowly agreeing to the plan. He hopped onto the bed, Latvia had to help him onto the large bed.

The main reasons that Latvia had suggested this was so Russia wouldn't see her bare body and also because when they woke up Latvia would still be the big one, who wouldn't take advantage of her own body. The Latvian wouldn't be telling Russia this any time soon, she figured the lack of trust and slight hint of disgust might offend him somehow.

Latvia re-snuggled under the covers. She shivered instinctively in the winter night, but in truth she was decently warm. Russia echoed the shiver, although he was actually cold. The duo fell into surprisingly peaceful asleep.

The next morning came slowly. Latvia could not remember her dreams, but she knew she had had a few. She struggled to open her eyes, but found her face was smothered into a very warm pillow. She sighed and rolled away from the pillow, only to find something restricting her from moving. Mumbling in confusion, Latvia strained her neck to see past the pillow. It seemed that a pair of arms were wrapped around her. A Russian pair of arms.

More confused than ever the little Latvian pushed away from the body holding her. She quickly found that her strength was of no use. By wriggling and squirming she managed to slip out of the grasp. She bolted upward, out of a mass of blankets and into a wall of freezing air. Immediately she retreated under the covers again.

Latvia found her-self trembling as her memories started to surface. Why was she so weak? She looked down at her small trembling hands and then felt her dress, oh. The morning blur was finally ebbing away, allowing her to think once more.

She found her eyes straing at the snoozing Russian before her and briefly wondered if she would be able to sneak out of the room without waking him up. Maybe she could just fall back asleep and then play innocent when Russia woke up. That way she could get some more sleep, be warm, confirm she was losing her mind, and manage to give Estonia a heart attack. So, she would have to escape.

Without very much hope of escape, Latvia army crawled to the edge of the bed. Suddenly a large hand clasped onto her leg. She was instantly pulled back, she dress ruffling around her. Russia's arms seemed to wrap around her leg and his great mass shifted with a low groan. Without thinking Latvia let out a wild kick in an attempt to free her-self. A surprised grunt answered her kick and her leg was freed. The small Latvian scrambled to the edge of the bed.

Latvia's head popped up from underneath the covers and a feeling of horror settled in her stomach. Russia was propped up on a single elbow, nursing a red cheek, and staring blearily at her. He did not seem amused. He crawled over to her slowly 'kolkolkol' seemed the echo around the room. Latvia found tears start to form and fear glued her to the spot. Russia had a thing about using force to get what he wanted and one of the things he wanted was to be top dog. She, a subordinate of his had just kicked him in the face, whatever he was about to do would not be pleasant.

"Latvia, what are you do..." Russia began to speak threateningly, but then blinked. His face changed with a new realization. He stared at his hand for a moment and then stared at Latvia. With a rush of energy he leapt onto the bed, scooped Latvia up, and started to jump up and down on the bed. He smiled truly happy. Unsure of whether she should be happy or terrified, Latvia cried.

Two baltics burst into the room worried about the noise. Lithuania suddenly gained a look of horror and confusion. Estonia fell to his knees, assuming the worst and burst into tears.

Russia jumped off the bed, still holding Latvia, and embraced the rest of the baltics. After Russia calmed down enough to let the three baltics go, Latvia tried to explain that nothing had happened. When they questioned her about how she had ended up in such a situation, she could only shrug, so they assumed that Russia had simply had a little too much vodka again after Estonia did a thorough inspection of the 'crime' scene.

Latvia sighed and left her fellow baltics, even with the embarrassing questions they had asked her, she just happy to have her body back. She bathed and used the bathroom with glee. On her way back to her room she literally ran into Russia.

Russia steadied Latvia after their collision. He grabbed both of her shoulders and leaned down till their faces were closer then Latvia liked.

"Latvia," Russia spoke with a sweet voice, "You did not have punishment after kicking me in the face, because of the happy event of getting our bodies back. However next..."

Latvia had tried to take a step back, but had been unable, because of Russia's strong grip. He glanced at his hand grasping her shoulder with a strange expression. He quickly let go of her, took a step back and started to speak again.

"However next time you will have severe punishment. Okay~?" Russia was smiling again.

Latvia nodded, she had been expecting a threat or maybe even being tossed into the air for having kicked him earlier.

"See you at lunch my little baltic. Now I must go do the 'touch and your head becomes one with my pipe' stack of papers." And, with that Russia simply walked away.

Latvia stood for a while and then started to head back to her own room. Maybe during lunch she would sit by Russia.

The End