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[[x] Latvia]

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Latvia sighed quietly, content with the relative silence of the roof. It was still the middle of the day, so not a lot of people were up there. Of course not, they had bigger and better things to do. Lunch, for one. And training, scouting, and doing whatever important things they had to get done.

But not Latvia. He was sitting in the greenhouse, silently pruning and weeding the greenery. Being here was calming, which was why he was glad that it was part of his job. Watering and caring for the plants was very calming for the small nation, especially with the mess of clashing nations downstairs. It was stressful on the timid nation, to say the least.

Taking a deep breath, Latvia set his sheers down and leaned backwards, spine almost arching as she stared at the colored glass of the greenhouse’s walls. He hummed, a soft, somber tune emerging from his closed lips as he gazed around. He was almost done, so he should be able to get downstairs to get food just after the usual rush. Maybe bring it back up here to eat on his own.

Just like usual.

Groaning, Latvia took the shears back up into his hands, hunching over the bright green tomatoes.

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[Lithuania]

Lithuania heaved himself up out onto the roof, wiping his head to clear the sweat that had broken out from being stuck inside the warehouse for days on end, the stuffy atmosphere finally getting to him.

He looked around, and saw someone sitting over by the Greenhouse.

Lithuania wandered over, thinking to maybe start a conversation, even if it was someone he didn't know very well, they needed to get to know each other anyway. Might as well make a start.

"Oh! Latvia?" He blinked and widened his eyes slightly, it was indeed the smaller Baltic, sitting among the shrubbery with a pair of shears in hand.

"I didn't know you were here..."
Not much bonding required here...

Or maybe there was. Lithuania still wasn't entirely sure of his relation with the other, considering what happened when Latvia was much younger...but then with Russia...

They had a complicated history that Lithuania wasn't sure he wanted to sort out at this precise moment

[Czech Republic]

The young Czech girl hummed a sweet tune while she walkd with a hop and a skip to her step her face radiating happiness all around. Today was a rather good day. She had finished another beautiful dress of hers and was wearing it for all to see. It was a simple pattern. Sky blue fabric that was soft on the skin, a white ribbon tied just below her chest. To compliment it she wore a white scarf and white headband making her look very cute indeed.

She was heading to the garden with a basket under arm. She was planning on making plnìná paprika s rajskou omáèkou (Stuffed bell peppers with tomatoes sauce) and naturally needed the peppers and tomatoes to make it from scratch just like she always did.

She stepped in taking in the smell of the flora admiring it as she walked. She did not bother to look ahead which is what made her walk right into something. Correction someone. Her eyes looked up to see who it was but was forced to look down instead. Her eyes brightened once seeing who it was.

"Little Latvia!" She dropped the basket and threw her arms around the little cutie in a back breaking hug as she greeted most nations she was familiar with.

[[x] Latvia]

Looking up from his work, Latvia gazed up at his fellow Baltic, almost (but not quite) shocked to see him up on the roof.

“Sveiki Lietuva.” He replied softly, settling the pruning shears on the ground. He didn’t want to forget he was holding them and drop them on something (or someone). With a small smile, he started pushing himself off the ground, just in time to have his balance upended by a body of some sort. A surprised squeak came from his as he toppled over, a mess of limbs on the hard ground. He was just glad that he didn’t fall on any of the plants. What better way to get into trouble then to ruin the food supply?

Before he could even attempt to recover and gain his footing, a pair of crushing arms encircled him. Another squeak, this one strangled and breathless, escaped from Latvia as he immediately began squirming. Pushing against the figure, he tried to gain his personal space back. Hugs weren’t his thing. Sealand’s were barely tolerated, and some anyone else they could quickly turn him into a nervous mess.

“L-Let go, p-please!”

[Czech Republic]

At the sound of his distress Czech pulled back at once looking at him with very sympathetic eyes looking genuinely sorry for surprising him. She had known the cute nation since she and her brother Slovakia were under the care of their 'Big Cousin Russia' and still seemed to forget how fragile his nerves were.

"I'm so sorry Latvia!"

She said reaching over and patting his head now giving him a very sincere smile with just a trace of the trademark 'Czech Pout' to ensure that he wouldn't become angry or frightened of her. Her hand now started to push the hair from his eyes in a big sister like manner giggling quietly to herself.

"I was just excited to see you...its seemed like forever since we've seen each other!"

She was about to jokingly mention how he hadn't grown an inch since she'd seen him but was forced to stop as she saw another familar baltic face. She brightened at once, Lithuania...her big brother Poland's best friend he was always someone she would smile for upon seeing having some rather fond yet distant memories of him from her childhood.

"Lithuana!" She cried looking ready to jump him in a hug as well.

[[x] Latvia]

Stumbling slightly as he was released, Latvia let out a small cough as he recovered from the bone-crushing hug. Ow. How could someone so small and dainty have such strength? Some of the traits of his fellow nations confused him sometimes.

“It’s okay,” he sighed, looking down at the ground, “Happens all the time, right?”

Without thinking, the small nation flinched at the hand on his head. Russia had trained him well, after all. After a couple seconds, Latvia’s body relaxed slightly as he realized that no, the hand wasn’t about to push down on him or anything else equally unpleasant. He wouldn’t admit it, but the gentle hand brushing hair from his face felt nice. But people aren’t supposed to touch him. Nope, never.

“I g-guess it has,” he started, finally looking up from the ground, “I spend most of the time cleaning, though, so I guess it m-makes sense.” With that, he took a step away from the excitable nation. Now more petting for him, no matter how sisterly it was. He was a big boy now, and big boy’s didn’t go around being pet by people.

[Czech Republic]

Realizing that he didn’t want her to touch him period she stopped pulling back and flashed him just a smile and a nod and a wink. A silent way of saying that she completely understood his feelings. Her attentions were turned onto Lithuania now. She took off running to him then attacked him in a suffocating hug with so much force it knocked him down.

She looked up flashing him a large, happy, adorable grin nuzzling against his chest.

“It’s so good to see you Lithuania! I missed you so much too!!”