that she should wash it. Throwing it away would be a waste.

she's washed it a lot already! The stain doesn't come out!

offers to help if it's really that bad of a stain. "What did you do?"

blushes, mumbling something or other.

tells her to speak up. It's poor manners to mumble.

nods, talking a little louder, but whispering this time.

frowns. He thought he raised her better than this. "You need to speak up - *enunciate*."

nods again, clearing her throat softly. "Mr. Ivan and I drunk vodka.. a-and it got all over my dress..." she points at the stains.

a blank look on his face for a second as his brain attempts to make sense of what Lili said. Which it fails to do. Did he hear her wrong?

stutters a bit, something bubbling up under his words. "You... you drank *vodka*... with *Russia*??"

nods again, looking away. "N-Not so much as drank..."

glares. "Stop stuttering and *explain* this. *Now*."

gulps, straightening up. "Y-Yes, brother. I told Mr. Ivan that I don't like vodka, but he... p-poured it down my throat."

the rage boiling up, threatening to burst. Very soon. "He *poured it down your throat*!? H-how - are you hurt? What did he *do*!?"

quails, holding the dress close. "I'm fine brother. My throat hurts, but I'm fine."

grabs her arm. "*No*, Lili, you're *not* fine. Countries can't just do that, especially not to *you*."

whimpers, grabbing his hand on her arm. "I'm sorry brother... I left my gun in my room... Sorry..."

tightens her grip, staring at her for a moment, before letting her go and turning around. He took a few steps away. "Russia - the

*nerve* - he needs to learn his place. He's such a God damn *bully*!" He turned around to face her again. "Why didn't you call for me!? I-

would have come for you!"

shivers; leaning against the bed behind her. "I did... he... He grabbed my throat..." she lifts up her head to show him the bruises.

's eyes widen. Russia had the fucking nerve to *hurt* her like that? He was going to have his ass served on a platter. Vash

traces his hand over her neck softly, feeling it, as if trying to make sure it was still intact. "That *bastard*. Here- you should get

something cold on it. I don't even know..." he trailed off, shaking his head.

shivers, pulling her collar back up to hide her neck. "Y-Yes..."

storms off, needing to do *something* as opposed to standing there, looking at Lili and feeling shitty as hell for letting his sister get

attacked by Russia, as well as extremely pissed off that it even happened in the first place.

How could he let her be so defenseless? He grabbed a washcloth and went to the sink, soaking it in cold water before bringing it back. He

held it out for Lili to take. "Here, that will help. And if he did anything else, *tell me*."

nods, taking the rag and rubbing her neck. "Thank you brother. And I will."

looks her over one last time before reaching behind his back and pulling out a pistol. He hands it to Lili. "And keep this with you."

nods, holstering the gun under her skirt. "Yes brother."

goes to storm out on a mission on putting bullets into Russia's thick skull before running back to Lili's room. "Uh- er, do you... do you -

know if he's at his house? Or." Well, he now felt like an idiot.

doesn't know. She was just running away, not paying attention to where he went.

turns a little red, scratching the side of his head. "Er, yeah, right." He looks around her room for a second. "I'm going out. If anyone -

*anyone* other than me comes here, shoot them."

nods, looking around for the remote control for the alarm system.