Note: St. Petersburg is referred to as Leningrad in this story. I don't own Hetalia.

It was almost dusk in cold Leningrad, and Lithuania drew the curtains in the Baltics' bedroom and turned on a lamp that rested on a table next to the window. After lighting a fire in the fireplace, Lithuania turned and left the room, shutting the door firmly behind him.

Little did he know that he would never see that room again.

A dull roar from outside snapped Lithuania out of his reverie. "L-latvia, was that you?" he yelled shakily, voice echoing through the enormous house.

No answer.

"Wh-what was that noise?" The only response was another roar that sounded like the engines of airplanes. A window broke, letting in a blast of freezing wind. Then a siren that he had never heard before went off, blaring with shrill, swooping wails.

"Šūdas," Lithuania cursed. He rushed through the empty halls and into a room where a large radio stood imposingly on the floor. With trembling fingers, he quickly turned the dial on the radio until he found the Soviet broadcasting station. Leaning in closer to listen, he heard only static.

"Come on, come on," he murmured, clasping his hands together nervously. The swooping siren got louder outside, but Lithuania heard a tinny sound come out of the radio. Maybe that could tell him what the hell was going on.

On the radio, a muffled-sounding orchestra was playing the Soviet national anthem. "Everything is fine," a deep Russian voice said every few seconds.

"Šūdas!" Lithuania yelled for the second time today. A small head peeked into the room - Latvia. He was crying, face scrunched up with confusion.

"Lithuania, wh-what's going on? There's a scary noise, and you y-yelled, and-"

"Stupid Soviet propaganda!" Lithuania shouted at the radio. Latvia jumped back in surprise, and Lithuania instantly felt remorseful. "Oh, I'm s-sorry, Latvia, it's just that I don't know what's going on either, and I'm...I'm scared, too."

The roar got louder. Both Baltics glanced at each other. "L-lithuania-" Latvia began.

Lithuania held up a hand. "Shhh!" He grabbed the radio dial again, fingers fumbling slightly, and turned it to the BBC station. He bent his head close to the radio in time to hear a British voice emerge from the static, speaking frantically.

"The United States has fired a nuclear bomb at the Soviet Union. I repeat, the United States has fired a nuclear bomb at the Soviet Union. Prepare for immediate nuclear war!"

Lithuania slumped against the radio, ghostly pale. "O Dieve mano!"

Latvia collapsed to the floor, sobbing. "Wh-what are we going to do?" he wailed.

"What are we going to do? I-I don't know! How would I know?" Lithuania snapped the radio off. "We...we need to get to a fallout shelter. But is there even one in this house?"

"Y-yes, there is!" Latvia said. He stood up to meet Lithuania's panicked eyes.

"There is? Where?"

"I-in the basement," Latvia said. The noise outside got louder, so the Latvian had to yell to be heard. "In a small room, where R-russia took me once to th-threaten me."

"Russia did wh-what? Oh, who even cares?" Lithuania walked over to Latvia on shaky legs and put both hands on his shoulders. "Okay, Latvia, I want you to go get Estonia, and bring him to the f-fallout shelter." His voice cracked on the words fallout shelter, and he wiped some tears from his eyes. "Latvia, if anything h-happens to me-"

Latvia looked up at Lithuania in surprise. "If anything happens to you? Lithuania, wh-what do you think is going to happen?"

"I just-"

"A-aren't you coming with me to get Estonia?"

"N-ne," Lithuania said firmly. "I am going to get Russia, to take him to the fallout shelter."

Latvia burst into tears, incredulous. "You're going to save R-russia? Why?"

Lithuania began to answer, but was interrupted by the siren, which had stopped its wailing and was now emitting shrill bursts of sound. "This is bad, this is really bad," he muttered, and rushed off, leaving a stricken Latvia behind.

"C-come back," Latvia murmured mournfully. He listened to the siren for a moment, sighed, then ran as fast as he could to the kitchen, where he knew Estonia was cooking dinner.

Lithuania hurried through the hallways, mentally cursing Russia's house for being so big. He panted as he ran, trying frantically to go faster than he ever had before. The siren increased in volume as Lithuania approached a shut door - Russia's room.

Lithuania tried the door; it was locked. Heart racing with alarm, he banged on the door with all his might. "Lithuania?" a Russian-accented voice asked. The door opened from the inside, and the Lithuanian fell into the room with a shriek.

The siren was fainter here, yet still audible. Lithuania could have sworn that the house was shaking...or was that him? He looked up to find Russia staring down at him with a panicked look in his eyes. "Wh-what-?" Lithuania stuttered.

Russia seized Lithuania's arm and roughly pulled him up to a standing position. The Russian was sweating profusely, and his face was pale. "Lithuania, you've got to help me," he said desperately.

Lithuania tried to speak, but words wouldn't come out of his mouth. Russia paced the room in a panic. "There...there's something wrong in my country," he said, near to tears. "I can feel it - like something bad's about to happen."

The curtains on Russia's window were flying every which way, and the glass on the window had cracked, letting in a freezing wind. Quickly snapping his eyes away from the window, Lithuania sobbed, "America is going to bomb us! We have to get to a fallout shelter!"

Russia stepped back in shock. "You mean..." His face paled. "America-" He swayed.

Lithuania nodded panickedly. "Yes, and we have to get to safety!" He grabbed Russia's arm and tried to pull the large country out of the room. "Come on!"

Russia brushed Lithuania's hand off. His eyes were glazed. "It's no use," he said simply. "My country has been attacked. I will feel the pain no matter where I am."

Lithuania shook his head in frustration. "B-but you have to come! Just because we are nations doesn't mean that we won't be incinerated if we don't seek safety."

But Russia was looking off into the distance, not listening. "My...my people," he murmured. "Most of them will die..."

"Russia…"

"How dare America do this to me? How dare he?"

"Russia, p-please…"

Russia snapped his head around to face Lithuania. "Be quiet!" he yelled. Lithuania shut his mouth and trembled.

Russia sat on his bed and looked out his window, squinting due to the freezing wind that blew in through the crack. The roar of the plane engines was nearly almost overhead, and the siren was blaring at full volume. He sighed and mumbled something that sounded almost like a prayer under his breath.

Lithuania was shaking with panic. A nuclear bomb was about to explode, and here he was stuck in Russia's room! "RUSSIA, NOW!" He seized Russia's arm and yanked him off the bed, grunting a little from the effort. With his other arm, he slapped the Russian across the face.

Russia's eyes opened wide, and he looked curiously at Lithuania. "Huh?" he said. But then he glanced outside to see trees toppling over, bent by the monstrous wind. The head of a bronze Lenin statue blew across the yard.

It was as if a fire had been lit underneath the Russian. "Come on, Litva, what are you waiting for?" he asked maniacally, then grabbed Lithuania's arm and tugged the surprised nation out of the room.

"Where...what-" Lithuania tried to say, but Russia was pulling him so fast that he couldn't catch his breath. The snow on the ground outside was shaking, everything was shaking, the siren was blaring, the roar was intense-

Russia and Lithuania sped towards the basement, yanking open the door and rushing towards a little room with an iron-plated trapdoor.

Finally catching his breath, Lithuania forced open the trapdoor and pushed Russia inside with trembling hands. Looking down, he could see that the fallout shelter was pitch black. "Latvia? Estonia? A-are you in there?"

Two shaky voices replied, "Y-yes."

Lithuania sighed with relief. "G-good. I'm coming d-" A brilliant flash of light illuminated the house, rendering Lithuania speechless. He covered his eyes with both hands to shield them. "Ohhhh…"

Below him, voices shrieked and yelled. Lithuania felt himself teetering on the edge of the shelter. The light was blinding, even through his hands. He had lost his balance, he was falling, falling, falling…

A hand grabbed his and yanked Lithuania into the dark fallout shelter. Lithuania fumbled around and found a long ladder, which he shakily climbed down. Someone - probably Estonia - slammed the trapdoor shut and secured it, and, with a crunch and a flash of light, the house above them was completely obliterated.

Russia screamed.

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Translations:

Šūdas: Sh*t (Lithuanian)

O Dieve mano: Oh my god (Lithuanian)

Ne: No (Lithuanian)