When Russia got back from Spain, he was immediately called by his boss. News had spread that the Russian and the American had been seen frolicking through Toledo together getting drunk and wreaking havoc among the other countries. He was not going to be happy. Russia sighed as Latvia handed him his phone, the caller I.D. showing "Boss" in bolded letters.

"Russia, really?" his boss immediately spewed when he picked up the phone.

"What?! It was just some innocent pranks!" Russia defended himself.

"It's not the pranks that I'm mad about. It's the 'frolicking'. Get it together man. People are going to start thinking you're a homosexual. You don't wan't people thinking your gay, do you?" his boss spat into the phone. Russia felt the words hit him like venom. The words cut deep. When he was little, he was tormented and beaten by bosses for being gay. So by the time the 17th century rolled around, he hid his secret. Now, in the 21st century, he was still hiding his secret. Every time it was brought up he felt like he was dying a thousand times over.

"No Sir. I'll stop talking to the American." Russia responded dreadfully.

"Glad to hear. Now get back to work." His boss demanded as he hung up the phone. Russia buried his head deep into his hands and sighed. Just as a tear rolled down his cheek Latvia entered, his eyes opening wide in shock. He had never seen Russia cry. It was unsettling. He immediately turned to leave but before he could leave, Russia lifted his head.

"Latvia." he called out softly to the younger nation. The 15 year old turned around in surprise and raised his eyebrows in confusion.

"Can I talk to you?" Russia asked gently. Latvia was literally shaking in his boots. He had never seen Russia so vulnerable. It was slightly terrifying. Latvia cautiously made his way over to Russia, who was sitting at his desk, and stopped a few feet away from him.

"What is it Krievija?" Latvia asked with a slight tremble in his voice.

"Do you know anything about love?" Russia asked in a moment of weakness.

"Love?" Latvia repeated innocently.

"Da."

"Well, are you talking about platonic love or romantic?" Latvia curiously.

"Well there's this guy-"

"Russia! Who? Who? Who? Tellemetellmetellmetellmetellme!" Latvia chimed as his eyes lit up with excitement.

"It doesn't matter. It's not like he likes me back or anything It's just- he makes me feel all jittery." Russia muttered to himself.

"TELL ME PLEASE IM DYING OVER HERE!" Latvia suddenly yelled.

"That stupid freedom fucker. The democratic dickhead. That fucking burger bastard! WHY DOES HE HAVE TO BE SO ATTRACTIVE." Russia suddenly spewed. Latvia's mouth just dropped open in shock. He was having the ultimate fangirl moment.

"I ship it..." Latvia mumbled to himself as he bobbed up and down with excitement.

"What was that Latvia?" Russia asked, not quite hearing Latvia's little comment.

"NOTHING! BYE!" Latvia yelped as he ran out of the room quickly and excitedly.

"GET BACK HERE YOU THIS INSTANT OF THE METAL PIPE OF PAIN IS COMING YOUR WAY!" Russia yelled as he flushed red in the face. It wasn't easy for him to open up to people emotionally so when Latvia laughed at him he felt foolish. Latvia just kept on running. Probably off to tell the Baltics about his new discovery.

"Fuck this secret. I'm gay. And I should be proud. Who gives a shit what the boss says? This is me. And this has been me." Russia said to himself reassuringly.

AYE. What's good? I really wanted to put Latvia in this chapter because I feel like he's the quiet-yet annoying little brother who also doubles as a cute lil innocent muffin. This was pretty just some background info on Russia.. YET ANOTHER FILLER CHAPTER. I'm so boring wow. Okay well I promised you some action I promise it will be here soon enough. Goodbye for now. Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed <3