Lithuania hadn't been expecting this when he'd suggested they go side-by-side. He's walking, practically crushed alongside Russia's body, trying his best not to trip and fall. The two trek down the hall together, turning until they reach, behind some doors, a large kitchen. Lithuania's eyes widen at the sight. What's he going to do in a kitchen this size?

He somehow manages to turn and look up at Russia, eyes big. "Can I really use this place?" he asks. Even America's kitchen hadn't been this big, and America went big with everything.

Every once in a while, when Lithuania was with Russia, he could still feel happy. He wouldn't realize exactly what it was until later, but it was something that kept him with the man, instead of fighting against him. Lithuania knew that fight would be futile, and sometimes Russia even made him smile, so he convinced himself it wasn't truly all bad.