Disclaimer: Yes, I totally (Poland much?) own Hetalia. No way, don't own Hetalia! :(

For some reason, Russia craved chili and rice.

And Lithuania had no clue why.

It was a rather simple American dish (thus the reason why Lithuania questioned why Russia craved the dish.) but the dish would incredibly hard to make, due to the fact that there was no chili, or rice, in Russia's whole mansion.

So, since it's somewhat impossible to make chili and rice WITHOUT chili and rice, Lithuania decided to head into the small town rather close to Russia's home. He would have to make haste though, the last time he was out for to long, Russia thought his servant ran away. Lithuania was given a punishment for that... While Lithuania headed out, he left Estonia in charge of doing the dishes while he was out.

Which probably wasn't his best idea, seeing while Estonia DID do housework, when it came to Russia's china Estonia was clumsier then Latvia. Estonia was much better at something on a computer, or hell, even math. He was usually trusted to file Russia's taxes. Estonia decided it would be best if he just gave Latvia the job of dish washing while he went to go find something else to do.

Besides, Russia got upset if you were just sitting around doing nothing, especially if you were one of his servants, then he believed it was your place to always be working, which is a bore.

While Estonia went to go find something to do, he became lost in his own thoughts. What DID he have to do? Lithuania already did the dusting, sweeping (which took forever in a house so large) and was going on to the cooking. Latvia had already finished the laundry, and was now doing the dishes. Estonia felt a little bad for doing little to no work. he decided to go re-file Russia's taxes when he walked right into the said man's large body.

"M-Mr. Russia s-sir! I'm very s-sorry. Er, is th-there anything I can do for you, sir?" Estonia stuttered, clearly frightened of the large nation.

This upset Russia, not really knowing WHY Estonia was afraid of him. He never hurt his little Baltic's, in fact, was the kindest towards them. What Russia really didn't understand is why everyone else said he beat them and treated the Baltic's like his pathetic slaves. He never did that, he would remember doing something like that...right? He figured he should ask Estonia, because Estonia would tell the truth.

"Estonia, why are you afraid of me?"

Estonia was taken somewhat aback by the sudden question, and had no clue how to respond without angering him. And he really didn't need to have another rib broken from his master's pipe.

"Ummmm" Estonia racked his brain for a possible answer while Russia stared him, almost blankly.

Why was he stalling? Did Russia really hurt his Baltic's?

Like how everyone hurt him?

Russia's mind flashed to an old, almost forgotten memory.

He was a small nation at the time, and still under the Tartar's rule. He had just met a small, yet kind country by the name of Lithuania. whom he made a special promise to become a strong and powerful nation to protect Lithuania, for only then would he become his friend.

He went back home, Tartar's home. The home wasn't properly cared for, which is why when Russia grew up, he said he wanted to live in a perfectly clean house. Tartar sat in the disgusting living room, glaring at dust.

"Where were you?" Tartar practically screamed.

"I'm gonna make a friend!" said the small Russia.

"You do not deserve friends you pathetic wretch. How dare you call yourself something as grand as a nation." Tartar said, almost bitterly.

Russia just smiled and giggled.

"What's so damn funny?" Tartar asked coldly.

Russia continued to smile. "Nothing! I'm just happy"

"Who said you could be happy? I don't remember giving you permission to be happy!" Tartar shot from his chair, and slammed the ragged boy into a wall, gripping the small boy shoulders tightly. Russia could smell vodka on Tartar's breath. Russia always wondered why Tartar drank so much.

"I-I'm sorry! I can't help it! Happiness is an emotion that can't be helped, da?" Russia tried to defend himself, but he just earned a slap to his face.

"How dare you talk back to me! Apologize this once!" Tartar's voice roared.

"I'm sorry..." The child mumbled, unable to wipe his eyes, due to being immobile with Tartar's tight grip on his shoulders. The best way to get out of this was just to succumb to Tartar's wishes.

"I said I'm sorry!" Russia cried.

"I don't believe you!" Russia was slapped again, and cried out in pain as long filthy hands grabbed and twisted his hair in order to gain a grip, and dragged Russia to receive his punishment.

Russia snapped out of that god awful memory. What brought it on he would never know.. But as he looked around at his surroundings, he noticed he was no longer in the hallway with Estonia, he was now, in fact, in his basement which is filled with torture devices, a trembling Estonia who pushed his figure tightly against the wall, as if he pushed into the wall hard enough, he would melt into it. His flesh is turning purple as disgusting purple bruises were sprouting in various places on his skin.

"Master, p-please stop-" The voice was cut short, the voice that startled the just-waking-up Russia, and Russia moved into a position of defense, not realizing he had a whip in hand, the sudden jerk Russia made caused Lithuania to scream as the whip struck his face, slicing his lips and half his cheek open.

From what Russia could make sense of, Estonia never answered him, then the other half of Russia took control and started to beat Estonia. Lithuania must of heard what was going on when he came home and attempted to help, only to have Russia wake up and accidentally whipped Lithuania across the face, who fell down onto his ass in shock. Russia whipped him many times, he knew that, but on the back, which no one else could see. But the face is shown to the world.

"M-master, I- what did I do?" Lithuania sobbed, tears mixing with his own blood. Russia moved towards Lithuania, in an attempt to help him, but the closer Russia came, the more sick Russia felt as he saw Lithuania flinch and began shaking incredibly hard. Which is when Russia looked down at his hands, in his right he saw a whip, which he dropped on the cold cement floor, and a bottle of Vodka. From what he heard from who gives a damn where, in order to clean wounds, Russia would pour vodka on them. But that would cause the wound to scar, and Russia didn't want to ruin Lithuania's pretty face anymore then he might already have. Russia put the vodka on the ground next to the whip.

"Litva, come here." Russia didn't mean to make it sound like an order, but the way Lithuania quickly, but shakily got up , he clearly thought it was an order.

"Estonia, you come here too" Russia tried to say nicer, but he didn't doubt he sounded just the same.

Unlike Lithuania though, Estonia didn't respond. In the dim light, Russia could barely make out Estonia's eyes, which were unfocused. Russia eyes trailed to the ground, in which he found a shattered pair of glasses.

"Estonia, can you see?" Russia questioned.

"N-no, sir. I-I am incapable of seeing." Estonia's voice wavered miserably, Russia felt almost sick at how awful he sounded.

"Did I do this?" Russia asked, Estonia's glazed eyes looked over to where the voice came from.

"No sir. You did not." Estonia said.

"Don't lie to me!"

Lithuania flinched, he was standing next to Russia now.

That did it for Russia

"Why do you all hate me?" Russia mumbled, almost incoherently, and wiped his eyes, leaving the room without another word.

Lithuania walked over to Estonia.

"How about you go lay down?" Lithuania helped Estonia to his feet.

"Alright, I will, thanks." Estonia mumbled. Gripping Lithuania's shoulders for support. "Um, Lithuania?"'

"Hmm?" Lithuania said as he started guiding Estonia out of the room

"Are you alright? I heard him whip you. At least I think he whipped you, heard you scream." Estonia's head faced down, possibly trying to stare at his feet if he could see properly.

"He did, but don't worry. I am perfectly fine." Lithuania lied, the taste of his own blood was disgusting, Estonia sensed that he was lying, but said nothing more as he heard their bedroom door open. Latvia was already in the bed that they shared, sound asleep. Completely oblivious to the bruised Estonia and the possibly scarring Lithuania.

"I'll be in here later, I still have to make Russia's dinner. I'll also order you a new pair of glasses, but you'll have to go a day or so without glasses." Lithuania told Estonia.

"Okay." was all he responded with.

A slight awkward silence filled the room before Lithuania nodded and said

"When I come back up, I will bring you ice, okay?" Lithuania said, as Estonia slowly climbed into bed. The hard bed somehow feeling like it hit every bruise that Russia gave him from that pipe of his.

"Okay, thanks" Estonia forced a smile as Lithuania turned out of the room.

Okay, so tell me you think and if this is actually good enough to write more~! I was texting a story that I came up on the spot with my friend. Then I decided to type it up, then made up the second half. So I really don't have an idea what to do next, so ideas would be wonderful. This is what I get for winging something. *sigh* Well, I at least hope none of you thought this was a waste of time and actually like this random story. Sometime I'll type up my fanfiction about how Russia took over the world and America became somewhat of Russia's bitch. Heh. Yeah, I get the strangest ideas. If it's confusing in any way, I'll clear that up in another chapter.

Love you all~!