"You're going to pay for doing that. Da?"
"Are you going to stand there, or are you going to help me dust?" You stood in the middle of a Living Room, adorned with pale walls and bookshelves. You stood there, oblivious to the world, wearing a dress, similar to that of your master's youngest sister. The color scheme was mainly white with areas of (color), bringing the dress to life. "C'mon, are you going to stand there and let the dust gather on your (h/l) (h/c) hair, or are you going to collect it in that rag you're holding? Hm?" Your (e/c) eyes took the quickest train from the Land of Oz to that of reality. You blushed ever so slightly. "S-sorry Lithuania. I was just thinking again." You felt the ragged grey cloth in your worn right hand, and gripped it ever so firmly. Your small feet carried you over to the nearest bookshelf, without even your consent. "Thinking about what?" curiously questioned Lithuania, as he polished the end table and tried to hide a slight giggle. He knew what you have been dreaming of, but it brightened up his day to see a small city, like you, dream so wildly. "Oh, it was a small dream of myself as a human. I was in school, surrounded by inventions only dreams could invent. Like a magic box that kept a very talented band prisoner inside, to play a variety songs for you on command," you said, pausing only to hold in your excitement. "Well anyways, there was that small boy again, Eduard, with his blonde locks and the most stunning blue eyes you ever seen. Something happened that provoked that older child I've told you about before, Ivan, with his snow-frosted hair and a sweet innocent smile. He aimed a gun at the blonde... Something inside of me, like the precious Holy Ghost, rose up in me and I jumped in the way of the bullet. I felt free.... I felt free Liet! I was master of my life and I used it to relinquish a soul from the pearly gates of Paradise!" You smiled at Lithuania, looking for any approval from you subordinate. Without a second wasted, he rushed towards, placing his hands on your feeble shoulders. You winced, afraid of what he words he might use to fill your ears. He forced his forest green eyes to stare into your soul, shattering widows of elegant (e/c) glass. Afraid to see what lies behind the emerald widows of your "brother's", your eyes began to dart. They started searching for a perfect hiding place, only to come out unsuccessful. "Look at me!" he commanded. Your eyes found themselves dragged into the frightened current of Lithuania's teary eyes.. "You're a small city in the Baltic State of Lithuania. Remember that! I thank the God in heaven that I get to spend my life in this haunted house with someone I am evenly yoked with. I am so glad that-that living under the roof of this cursed house has not, yet, broken your spirit. You need, though, to stop dreaming. As long as this 'era' of Soviet Union exists, we are caged birds. We are the fowl to a cruel Master, who himself is a slave to a far greater power. Please, don't forget that! " admonished your brother, with wet eyes twinkling at you. Seeing the pain knock at the green paines, you lightly kissed Lithuania's cheek. "I will," you said. He embraced you in tight hug. "I'm glad, my little sister, I'm glad," mumbled Lithuania. Seconds motioned to minutes, as time beckon for the dawn to rise.
The two of you kept on cleaning the house, as Estonia prepared the dinner and Latvia tended to the Sunflowers. Russia was out with Belarus, seeing the various villages of his. As your "brother" told you, the Braginski household was made of metal bars, caging the Master's fowl in a Living Hell. You couldn't help to think, though, of the small things the four of you did to feel separate from the Union. As Lithuania polished the pieces of furniture that filled the various rooms, he hummed a tune that seemed to scare the night and its demons away. Latvia often wrote poems about the things he saw in God's creation, hiding a journal between the roots of an old oak. Estonia lightly sang folk-songs of his childhood, while he prepared the meals for that day. You, the desolate city of (fictitious city name, or (fcn)), dreamed of a reality where you were a hero and had control of your existence.
After a long day, and Russia's inevitable return, you laid your head down in the small bed the Baltic States fabricated on the day you came into their lives. The bed was a hammock, made in the small closet that sat in the back of their bedroom. It was the best they could do, as Russia would not relinquish another room for a city that should have died centuries ago. You curled down in the pale sheets, ready to return to the free world of the human named girl (f/n) (l/n). Your "bedroom" door stayed open, allowing for moonlight and fresh air to circulate in.
"Eduard wait up!" you yelled, after chasing the blonde genius down the school halls. "Leave me alone!" he protested. Thanks to the fact that his teal eyes were closed, he ran straight into Ivan. 'Thud!' "Ow!" he said rubbing his now aching back, having landed straight on floor. "Are you alright Eduard?" you said, finally catching up to him, lending a hand to help him stand. The two of you were in the halls of your high school's main building, stuck like plaque in the arteries, as students mingled their was to sixth period. "I'm alright (f/n)," he muttered, pulling onto your hand for support. His teal eyes, thanks to the luck of the moment, found their way to your curious ones. Blush poured into his cheeks, for some reason that oblivious you couldn't see. "Yeah, yeah I'm alright. Thanks," he said with a soft smile. Reality struck him like a cold, blood-covered iron pipe. Over the two of you, a shadow, caused by a human Vashta Nerada (1), drifted. "I'm s-so sorry Mr. Ivan, sir,' confessed Eduard, feeling the strike of the man's fists before they even touched his pale skin. "It's ok little man," said Ivan with a smile that hid his true nature with two pale lips.
"Eduard?" you beckoned out of your comatosed lips.
Estonia woke up from a dreamless reality. Hearing you mutter a foreign name, for the sixth time this week, in your delicate sleep, he shook Lithuania awake. At least he thought it's Lithuania, his vision was of course impaired without his glasses."Is everything alright with her?" asked Estonia. "Why?" said Lithuania, having left a vision of him and Belarus sitting by a pond. "She does this every night. Is there something wrong with her Liet?" " Hmm? Oh right, her mumbling in her sleep... She's a fading city Eesti, dreaming of a reality where liberty is tangible. She dreams of being this girl named (f/n). This human girl, (f/n), is a shy girl, living her existence in a high school, never to be imagined anywhere else. She's never the one to raise her voice, always stayed in her own little bubble. From what (fcn) told me, (f/n) become somewhat friends with a boy named Eduard. He seems to be a 'genius' blonde boy, with glasses and blue eyes," paused Lithuania, letting his tired brain wake up from a dream filled with vain. "You know the way (fcn) describes him, it sound alot like you Eesti," laughed lightly Lithuania at the thought that his sister could fantasize of the bespeckled blonde. "Really?" half-laughed Estonia, astonished at the fact that someone actually fantasized of him in the universe where the world a blank canvas. Light blush clouded his pale cheek. "Yeah. Anyways, (f/n) always saves his life... from a bully who looks like... Well you know who." "I guess she feels the need to protect me.. Why me though? I'm usually the one to escape trouble," wondered the perplexed man. "Maybe it's foreshadowing an event to come... Now go back to sleep, another busy day is coming whether we want it to or not." With those words, and the sound of Lithuania returning to his version of paradise, Estonia closed his eyelids. "Maybe, tomorrow is the day the old trap finally catches the fox," he thought, before finally drifting to sleep.