Lithuania is on his bed, lying on his stomach. His hands are underneath the pillow, his face half buried in it. He sighs and thinks. Russia had taken over him and the other Baltics, Estonia and Latvia, and have taken them to his house. His two sisters, Ukraine and Belarus, are there too.
“Ow!” Lithuania says as the Ukrainian cleans the whip wounds on his bare back.
“Sorry Lithuania.” She says.
“It’s okay Iryna, I know you didn’t mean it.” Lithuania reassures her.
She nods and goes back to tending to his wounds. That was one thing he has learned to expect at any given moment. Torment . Every little thing it seems, Russia will use against anyone. Even when nothing had happen, Russia would still torment the Baltics. He does not really torment his sisters though. He might scare them, well, at least Ukraine, but Lithuania has never seen Russia physically hurting them. Lithuania, it seems, is the one Russia likes to torment the most.
Lithuania lets out a sad sigh when he starts to think about what he has been through for almost a year. The first time Russia had done anything was maybe a month after the Baltics were brought to Russia’s home. He was cleaning up the house, and he picked up a bit too much. He began to walk, when he tripped. All the things he had in his hands, which were some cups and plates, smash when they hit the ground. Lithuania sat up on his knees, when he felt as if someone was behind him.
“You are a klutz, aren’t you Lithuania.” Russia whispered in his ear.
Lithuania shook with fear.
“I guess we have to fix that.” Russia said.
He grabbed Lithuania by the collar of his uniform, and took him to the basement.
That’s where he was whipped the first time. That’s where all the torture happens. Whipping, beatings, and being locked down there for god knows how long.  This whipping was just one of those random ones.
“Can you sit up Lithuania? I need to put these bandages on you.” Ukraine asks him.
Lithuania does as he is told and sits up. He help Ukraine put the white bandages on him.
“There.  They should heal in a few days, but some may leave some scars.” Ukraine states “Sorry that my younger brother is acting like this.”
Lithuania just lets out a huff of air through his nose. He puts back on his shirt, tie, and jacket.
“Thank you Ukraine.” He says, and then leaves his room.
It is summer again, and Lithuania goes outside. He knows not to go far, or risk Russia beating him. Russia is out checking up on things, so Lithuania has some time to himself. He beings to walk down a dirt road. Kicking the stones that are in his path, Lithuania keeps his head hung low.
I just became free again, now I am under Russia’s rule once more? He think to himself.
Lithuania stops, and looks up. The trees branches grow outward, and nearly touch the tree to the other side of the road. But they don’t, leaving a small, long gap, showing the clear blue sky. He looks back down, and turns around.
I should get going before Russia gets back.  
He begins to walk back down, when something grabs him by his shoulder, and pushes his back to a tree. Lithuania flinches from the sharp pain that shoots through his body when his wounded back hit the tree. Catching his breath, Lithuania looks to what had thrown him up against the tree. It was Germany, looking at Lithuania right in the face with his ice blue eyes.
“I am sorry about that Lithuania, but I need to talk to you.” Germany tells the Baltic.
“W-Why should I listen to you?” Lithuania stammers.
Lithuania knows that Germany will do anything to get what he wants, and has taken over many nations that stood in his way.
“Good question. To answer you, why do you listen to Russia?” Germany questions.
Lithuania blinks at him.
“I know that Russia has been hurting you and your friends. I know that you want to be free from him. It is written all over your face. Now, if you listen to me, I can free you, and your friends, from Russia.”
Lithuania’s green eyes widen with surprise.  
“W-What will happen to me if you free me?” He asks.
“If I free you, and your friends, you have to help me. I help you, and you help me, it is a win-win, is it not?”
Pacing back and forth, Germany thinks.
“I have already talked to your friends, Latvia and Estonia. The one with the glasses is wary of me, but said if it has to be done, then it has to be done. The smaller one, he is on the fence about it. He is young and confuse, but I think he would do it also.” He stops pacing and looks back at the older Baltic “And now it is you. I know that they will follow you if you help. So, what do you say, will you live your life under Russia, or be free and help me?”
Closing his eyes, Lithuania thinks about it. Estonia and Latvia were not quite sure, but would do it if they must. Russia appears in his thoughts, and all the horrors he put the older Baltic through. Lithuania did not want to go back to that. He knows that the other two have not been even close to the pain Russia put him through. If he is free, than there would be no more Russia, no more whips, no more scars.
Lithuania opens his eyes to find the blonde nation looking at him still.
“So?”
“I… I will help you Germany.”
Germany smiles.
‘Good, now I need you and your two friends to help in attacking Russia. Are you willing to do that?”
Lithuania nods.
“Good.”
-------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------It took awhile. Each Baltic became free one by one. Lithuania was freed in about a week’s time, Estonia and Latvia, in that order, took a bit longer. Lithuania and the other Baltics are now outside of Germany’s house. He had asked them to come so he can talk to them about what is going to happen. Germany opens the door, and let’s them in. The four men walk into what seems to be Germany’s office. It is a small room, had a bookshelf, and a desk that is in front of a rather large window.
“So, now that you are free from Russia, you must help me.”
“So occupying us is one way we are helping you?” Estonia says.
“Well just, but be happy that I am letting you leave back in your homes. And the other things that I want you to help me with will come in time. Right now I want you to pledge that you will listen to me. “
He goes into his draw, and pulls out three Nazi arm bands out.
“So?”
The three friends look at each other. No one moves for a few seconds, and then Lithuania takes the first steps to the desk, and picks up his armband. The other two follow his lead.
“Good.” Germany says with a sly smile.