A twisted Love story: Latvia and Russia (Hetalia Fanfiction)

Now we shall magically time skip forward two days.....

I will put translations for what is said in the various other lanugages, at the end of the story.

         Latvia knocked on Lithuania's door, before entering spouting sentences in Latvian. "Kāpēc Krievija tik mulsinoši, vispirms viņš mēģina ievainots mani. Tad viņš satricina mani off. Pēc tam viņš hugs man šņukstēja acis, un pēc tam vēlreiz viņš parausta plecus mani off. Es nesaprotu, kāpēc viņš dara visu to galvenokārt mani!..." Lithuania looked at Latvia replying "Latvia, calm down. You know I can't understand you when you speak Latvian." Latvia sighs and begins explaining, "Well remember earlier when we were at the building after Russia became silent. The floor was covered in bodies and blood, Russia was just sitting there crying." Latvia said this feeling that Lithuania might not believe this. Lithuania raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure he was crying? I've never seen him react to blood and bodies before..." Latvia looked at Lithuania "I am positive he was crying, since he was hugging me while at the same time talking to me.." Lithuania's disbelief grew. "Okay then... maybe he was just confused?" Latvia shrugged "Possibly" even though Latvia knew that at the time Russia wasn't confused what so ever. Lithuania placed a hand on his shoulder. "This is something for you to talk about with Russia, no matter how scary he is. Plus, if you see him before dinner, you should remind him about his date with Belarus." Latvia nodded "I have to go get the bloody clothes to wash them anyways, so I will go now." Lithuania nodded. "Alright, shout if you need help."

     Latvia headed out of Lithuania's room going to Russia's study since that was the place he had seen Russia go to last. Russia was working away, trying to come up with a cover story for the recent disaster. Russia sighed as he looked down at his scarf, he would have to get the rest of the blood out soon. Latvia entered the study asking "S-sir, would you like me to wash your clothes from earlier?" Russia spun around in his swivel chair. "Ah, Latvia! Nyet, I will clean my scarf and pipe, but you can clean the suit, da?" Russia smiled at Latvia. Latvia answered with "Okay sir, they are in your room right?"  looking down he adds "Don't forget about your date with Ms.Belarus." Russia blinked. "Date?" Latvia nodded "Yes sir, you promised her you would go on one dinner date with her if she left you alone." Russia leaned back in his chair and placed a hand over his face. "I promised didn't I? Well, might as well get ready now, da?" Russia stood up, making sure to grab his Vodka, and left the study. "Follow me Latvia, I will give you the suit to clean now, da?"

      Latvia followed Russia out of the study "okay sir." Russia walked to his room door. Russia reached into his coat and pulled out a key, quickly unlocking the door. Russia walked inside and headed to his closet. Latvia stood by the door uncertain if he could go into Russia's room. Russia looked back at Latvia. "You can come in, but only this once." He turned back around, rummaging through his closet. Latvia stepped inside the doorway glancing around at the room, waiting for Russia to find his suit. Russia muttered a small 'ah' of victory as he pulled out the bloody suit. He turned around and looked between Latvia and the suit. "I cleaned it up some, but its not completely clean yet." Russia set the suit on his bed and turned back to the closet. Latvia picked up the suit shaking slightly remembering the dead bodies that the blood used to belong to. Russia pulled out an old brown colored suit and turned around. "Latvia? Is this too flashy, or too old? I don't want Belarus to get wrong idea..." he said in a nervous tone. Latvia looked at the suit "It looks a little old sir." Russia hummed. He placed it on the bed and turned back to the closet. He pulled out a coat that looked very similar to the one he was wearing, but it was black. Turning around again he looked at Latvia. "What about this?" Latvia looked at the coat "That one is nice, not to old or flashy." Russia nodded. "This one it is then." He picked up the brown suit and placed it back in his closet. Latvia turned around exiting Russia's room with the bloody suit.