Too bad, Lithuania. It's far too late to hide your fear now. Russia knows how strong you are, but he knows how much stronger he is (now).

Russia lingers in position for another moment before answering Liet's question. He lifts his head and twirls the pipe thoughtfully. "A little over two weeks. In that time, I lived through two 'events' which forced me to sing and to fight off some bizarre invasion by England. But, of course, that didn't last long."

He pauses once before a grin stretches over his face and he turns towards Liet again. "Not many seems so pleased with the events, but I think they're fun! They can't hurt me, and I will make sure they will never hurt you either."

The hand that isn't holding the pipe drifts once again to Lithuania's back. He rubs the smaller nation in what should be a reassuring gesture. His voice is confident and light, it should be reassuring. But it's Russia doing these things, so the real message is never clear. This time, the message is the words Russia didn't say. He didn't forget to say them. He just left his sentence unfinished because both nations knew exactly what he was thinking.

No one is allowed to hurt you but me.