The chill of the spring 1/?
Title: The chill of the spring 1/?
Fandom: Axis Power Hetalia
Pairings: America/Lithuania, Little Ninja England/America
Rating: PG
Warnings: Slight Angst, B/B
Author's Notes: Written for bigfangirl as a request for Lithuania's birthday request meme. Am I proud of this? Actually yes, yes I am. As this is my first APH fic, I'm extremely prideful of this fact I even tried. I had no intention of turning this into a chapter fic, but I guess it did anyway. I'll try to keep it updated. *nodds* I do hope I captured the characters right, and I apologize in advance, I don't beat up on russia all the time *clings to him* I can't describe clothes to save my life so sorry for the whole mess up with Liet's clothes. ^^'
Beta tested by kuromisuki
"Ah! Bloody hell Alfred!" England's voice could have broken the sound barrier, had he only the lungs for it. His tea lay in his lap, or more so...it had. The tea cup now lay shattered on the meeting room floor. It's contents soaking through the overly pissed off Arthur's pants.
"It's your own fault for shaking the table" Alfred's voice seemed to hold an unconcern for his fellow ally. Though, that might have been due to the Hamburgers he wasted no time in stuffing into his mouth as he spoke. A Hamburger in one hand, a soft drink in the other he watched as his elder brother began to spazz as if he was a tea pot ready to blow. Not that it would have surprised the American if he did blow.
"You blabbering idiot! You tried to grope me from across the table! It's your fault!"
America stuffed another hamburger in his mouth blinking as he watched Arthur yell, not that it would have mattered what he said, America couldn't hear him over the nomming of his hamburgers.
"Get him a towel aru."
All eyes in the meeting room turned to the eldest member of the meeting, who just gave them all confused look.
"At least get him a towel aru!"
Russia, who sat next to him giggled as the speaking of a towel just made the shouting of England start up again. He enjoyed watching them, it filled him with a happiness. One he couldn't explain, though he had many times before explained it...sorta.
As they had all come to know, simply said, Russia enjoyed watching them be in pain. Regardless of what kind. He looked towards the door, his mind seeming to drift off to other things.
~.~
Lithuania let out a heavy sigh as he dressed out of the black maid outfit that Russia seemed to find great pleasure in making him wear. A whine escaped as the more threaded part of the dress got caught in his hair and he struggled to get it loose. In the end he lost a few strands of hair and broke a few more. He threw the dress on the table he stood next to with a hidden anger that he never showed. He was here, alongside Estonia and Latvia, under Russia's orders. In the truth of the matter he didn't even know why they had to come or why Russia made him come in the maid outfit still. He looked over at his typical attire, the one he wore if he wasn't cleaning. Regardless it was one or the other inside or outside of Russia's home. That being said, he was sure Poland wouldn't have any complaints if he were to see his precious little Toris in a maid's outfit.
His eyes seemed to narrow on the clothes. "...Feliks..." His voice was low as if saying his 'friend's' name was dangerous.
It really didn't seem like to long ago that Russia plucked him from Poland's side. Not that that said 'friend' had helped him in any form or fashion not be captured. Still...He wouldn't mind actually being back in the old days...even if Felik's did 'use' him.
He let out another heavy sigh before grabbing his pants and slipping them on, finding a bit of trouble as his foot refused to go through the hole at the bottom. He hopped around like an idiot before finally grabbing the table and forcing his leg through. He whined a bit blushing to himself even if no one else saw him. He stood up and went to grab his shirt but eeped as he felt cold fingers slide across his back. He turned, dropping the shirt speaking an apology in mid turn but blinked as he stared up into the eyes of Alfred. Typically the hyper spazzy America always had a smile on his face but this time...he didn't.
"M-Mister America?" He asked looking up at him confused as to why said person was in front of him, when in his mind, he had figured it would be Ivan. His heart slowly regained it's normal rhythm as he spotted the smile that spread across America's lips.
"Alfred, call me Alfred"
Toris nodded smiling shyly and a tad bit nervous. He had yet to come down from his fear built high. "..Of course, ...Alfred" He replied before turning to grab his shirt but froze as he felt America's hand wrap around his wrist. Make no mistake, America was just as strong as he was ditzy.
Lithuania looked up at him confused going to speak but was cut off as he was turned around his back facing the one who had turned him. Perhaps it was all due to the fear he had for Ivan that made him tense up and not fight against the typically gentle America. He stood now, back to him, as the older country brushed gentle yet cold fingers over his scars that lined Toris's back.
"What happened to you?"
Those words made him tense even more.
"Was it war?"
Lithuania remained silent speaking not a word for fear of speaking something could easily get to Russia and come back to earn him a punishment later. America's fingers traced up another scar that linked like a set of angles across his back. His hand seemed warmer now but that didn't stop the chill in his voice as he spoke again.
"It was Russia..."
Toris flinched grabbing his top again and aiming to quickly put it on not wanting the older man to see anymore. Once again, however the ever wanting to play hero, stopped him.
"Let me go America!" Toris shouted before looking down ashamed at how he raised his voice in such a way. Sure, he did it to Poland all the time but this was different, this wasn't an fuss with Poland. Alfred had a strong grip on both of Toris's wrists and never took his eyes off of him.
"Toris...look at me." His voice was gentle but demanding despite his true intention.
Lithuania shook his head keeping his face to the floor.
"Toris!"
"I'm sorry Mister America." His voice cracked slightly but it was only a few seconds before he looked up a smile plastered on his lips, and glistening tears in the corner of his eyes. The tears that wanted to fall but never did. The smile was obviously fake but it was sincere and kept there for the protection of himself and Alfred.
"I really should get back to Latvia and Estonia."He pulled his arms free, using that strength that he had but never used. He grabbed his shirt slid it on, doing the buttons not daring to look up at America who continued to watch him.
He finished his top and went to grab the maid outfit from the table but his hand only brushed the fabric, as he slowed looking at the wood of the table. Why was he still here? Why didn't he just grave the dress and leave, why not just leave the damned dress. Slowly his eyes shifted up followed by his head. He took in America's expression, his details from his jaw line and up. Why hadn't he ever noticed how almost perfect that face looked, and now why did he feel jealous of it. He felt his body flinch as he saw Alfred's lips quiver as if to say something. Toris gave him no time to speak grabbing the dress and turning on his heel quickly leaving the room his brown hair, slightly messy from his undressing and redressing blowing in a tattered like style as he quickly made his way out. He could hear the sigh from Alfred, but didn't turn back to face him. He couldn't, what good would it do? Why go back, when he knew even if he did find comfort in that man, it would only be stripped away from him.
He stopped in the next hall across from the room looking at the floor willing himself to cry but no tears came.
~Call me Alfred!~
"...A-Alfred..." It rolled off his tongue like a brush of silk against one's skin.
"What about Alfred?"
Toris felt every fiber of his being reject that voice. His eyes looked up slowly to see the adorable smile of Ivan. "So, did America do something?"
Fandom: Axis Power Hetalia
Pairings: America/Lithuania, Little Ninja England/America
Rating: PG
Warnings: Slight Angst, B/B
Author's Notes: Written for bigfangirl as a request for Lithuania's birthday request meme. Am I proud of this? Actually yes, yes I am. As this is my first APH fic, I'm extremely prideful of this fact I even tried. I had no intention of turning this into a chapter fic, but I guess it did anyway. I'll try to keep it updated. *nodds* I do hope I captured the characters right, and I apologize in advance, I don't beat up on russia all the time *clings to him* I can't describe clothes to save my life so sorry for the whole mess up with Liet's clothes. ^^'
Beta tested by kuromisuki
"Ah! Bloody hell Alfred!" England's voice could have broken the sound barrier, had he only the lungs for it. His tea lay in his lap, or more so...it had. The tea cup now lay shattered on the meeting room floor. It's contents soaking through the overly pissed off Arthur's pants.
"It's your own fault for shaking the table" Alfred's voice seemed to hold an unconcern for his fellow ally. Though, that might have been due to the Hamburgers he wasted no time in stuffing into his mouth as he spoke. A Hamburger in one hand, a soft drink in the other he watched as his elder brother began to spazz as if he was a tea pot ready to blow. Not that it would have surprised the American if he did blow.
"You blabbering idiot! You tried to grope me from across the table! It's your fault!"
America stuffed another hamburger in his mouth blinking as he watched Arthur yell, not that it would have mattered what he said, America couldn't hear him over the nomming of his hamburgers.
"Get him a towel aru."
All eyes in the meeting room turned to the eldest member of the meeting, who just gave them all confused look.
"At least get him a towel aru!"
Russia, who sat next to him giggled as the speaking of a towel just made the shouting of England start up again. He enjoyed watching them, it filled him with a happiness. One he couldn't explain, though he had many times before explained it...sorta.
As they had all come to know, simply said, Russia enjoyed watching them be in pain. Regardless of what kind. He looked towards the door, his mind seeming to drift off to other things.
~.~
Lithuania let out a heavy sigh as he dressed out of the black maid outfit that Russia seemed to find great pleasure in making him wear. A whine escaped as the more threaded part of the dress got caught in his hair and he struggled to get it loose. In the end he lost a few strands of hair and broke a few more. He threw the dress on the table he stood next to with a hidden anger that he never showed. He was here, alongside Estonia and Latvia, under Russia's orders. In the truth of the matter he didn't even know why they had to come or why Russia made him come in the maid outfit still. He looked over at his typical attire, the one he wore if he wasn't cleaning. Regardless it was one or the other inside or outside of Russia's home. That being said, he was sure Poland wouldn't have any complaints if he were to see his precious little Toris in a maid's outfit.
His eyes seemed to narrow on the clothes. "...Feliks..." His voice was low as if saying his 'friend's' name was dangerous.
It really didn't seem like to long ago that Russia plucked him from Poland's side. Not that that said 'friend' had helped him in any form or fashion not be captured. Still...He wouldn't mind actually being back in the old days...even if Felik's did 'use' him.
He let out another heavy sigh before grabbing his pants and slipping them on, finding a bit of trouble as his foot refused to go through the hole at the bottom. He hopped around like an idiot before finally grabbing the table and forcing his leg through. He whined a bit blushing to himself even if no one else saw him. He stood up and went to grab his shirt but eeped as he felt cold fingers slide across his back. He turned, dropping the shirt speaking an apology in mid turn but blinked as he stared up into the eyes of Alfred. Typically the hyper spazzy America always had a smile on his face but this time...he didn't.
"M-Mister America?" He asked looking up at him confused as to why said person was in front of him, when in his mind, he had figured it would be Ivan. His heart slowly regained it's normal rhythm as he spotted the smile that spread across America's lips.
"Alfred, call me Alfred"
Toris nodded smiling shyly and a tad bit nervous. He had yet to come down from his fear built high. "..Of course, ...Alfred" He replied before turning to grab his shirt but froze as he felt America's hand wrap around his wrist. Make no mistake, America was just as strong as he was ditzy.
Lithuania looked up at him confused going to speak but was cut off as he was turned around his back facing the one who had turned him. Perhaps it was all due to the fear he had for Ivan that made him tense up and not fight against the typically gentle America. He stood now, back to him, as the older country brushed gentle yet cold fingers over his scars that lined Toris's back.
"What happened to you?"
Those words made him tense even more.
"Was it war?"
Lithuania remained silent speaking not a word for fear of speaking something could easily get to Russia and come back to earn him a punishment later. America's fingers traced up another scar that linked like a set of angles across his back. His hand seemed warmer now but that didn't stop the chill in his voice as he spoke again.
"It was Russia..."
Toris flinched grabbing his top again and aiming to quickly put it on not wanting the older man to see anymore. Once again, however the ever wanting to play hero, stopped him.
"Let me go America!" Toris shouted before looking down ashamed at how he raised his voice in such a way. Sure, he did it to Poland all the time but this was different, this wasn't an fuss with Poland. Alfred had a strong grip on both of Toris's wrists and never took his eyes off of him.
"Toris...look at me." His voice was gentle but demanding despite his true intention.
Lithuania shook his head keeping his face to the floor.
"Toris!"
"I'm sorry Mister America." His voice cracked slightly but it was only a few seconds before he looked up a smile plastered on his lips, and glistening tears in the corner of his eyes. The tears that wanted to fall but never did. The smile was obviously fake but it was sincere and kept there for the protection of himself and Alfred.
"I really should get back to Latvia and Estonia."He pulled his arms free, using that strength that he had but never used. He grabbed his shirt slid it on, doing the buttons not daring to look up at America who continued to watch him.
He finished his top and went to grab the maid outfit from the table but his hand only brushed the fabric, as he slowed looking at the wood of the table. Why was he still here? Why didn't he just grave the dress and leave, why not just leave the damned dress. Slowly his eyes shifted up followed by his head. He took in America's expression, his details from his jaw line and up. Why hadn't he ever noticed how almost perfect that face looked, and now why did he feel jealous of it. He felt his body flinch as he saw Alfred's lips quiver as if to say something. Toris gave him no time to speak grabbing the dress and turning on his heel quickly leaving the room his brown hair, slightly messy from his undressing and redressing blowing in a tattered like style as he quickly made his way out. He could hear the sigh from Alfred, but didn't turn back to face him. He couldn't, what good would it do? Why go back, when he knew even if he did find comfort in that man, it would only be stripped away from him.
He stopped in the next hall across from the room looking at the floor willing himself to cry but no tears came.
~Call me Alfred!~
"...A-Alfred..." It rolled off his tongue like a brush of silk against one's skin.
"What about Alfred?"
Toris felt every fiber of his being reject that voice. His eyes looked up slowly to see the adorable smile of Ivan. "So, did America do something?"