Past-Part Fills Post 1 -- CLOSED
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And that hadn't been the only time, either. For the past...god, Raivis didn't even know how long; the time all melded together into a solid block of pain, the Russian had been tormenting them as never before, whipping them, cutting them, generally shoving them about, which, with the Russian's strength, could easily break bones. And every night...every goddamn night...he would rape them on Toris's bed. Actually, come to think of it, most of the torment they received happened in Toris's room. Eduard wasn't sure why this was; he supposed maybe Ivan was subconsciously trying to somehow substitute he and Raivis for his favorite, and when it didn't satisfy him, he would grow enraged, even more so than before, and punish he and Raivis for not being Toris.
Eduard and Raivis were sitting here on their older brother's bed now simply because...Ivan seemed to like to keep them here, and, though he hadn't specifically told them they had to stay after he stuck them in here before leaving for America, he also hadn't said they could leave, either, and neither of them wanted to take the chance.
They sat in silence, Eduard staring unseeingly at the bed, and Raivis lying back with his eyes closed and his arm over his face, in a vain attempt to block out the world.
"I wonder when Toris'll be back..." murmured Eduard suddenly.
Raivis shifted his arm and looked up at his brother for a second, before shrugging nearly imperceptibly and putting his arm back.
"Dunno..." he said softly.
"Huh..." said Eduard, before lapsing back into contemplative silence once more.
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A few hours later, making both Baltics flinch, the door was opened. Eduard felt a moment of fearful panic, sure it was going to be Ivan, back again, to do terrible horrib-
But it was only Toris, peeking in carefully, green eyes wide in curiosity and concern.
"Eduard...Raivis..." he said softly, so happy to see them again, though a feeling of despair had settled heavily over the room since the last time he'd been there.
Eduard looked at him, a look of confusion, followed by inexplicable happiness on his face. He got up off the bed as fast as he could, which, Toris was alarmed to see, wasn't that fast at all. His brother walked slowly, carefully, as though he were in great pain all over.
But before Toris could ask him about it, the Estonian's arms were around him, Eduard's face buried in his shoulder.
"Toris..." he choked out, not crying, not yet, but sounding near. "You...you're back..."
Toris wrapped his arms instinctively around his brother, confusion etched into every feature of his face.
"Yes..." he murmured quietly. "I'm back. Wh-"
He was cut off as his other brother wrapped his arms around him too, Eduard shifting to give him room to hug Toris around the waist. He hadn't even seen Raivis stand up.
"Toris..." said the youngest brother, voice muffled against Toris's body.
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More of this will be up today. : )
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"H-Hey...guys...? W-What's wrong?" he asked, dreading the answer.
Neither of his brothers answered for a moment. He could hear that Raivis had begun to cry; the youngest Baltic was still clinging to him with his face buried in his shirt.
Eduard, as usual when Raivis was too scared or sad to talk, took the initiative. He released his older brother, not meeting his gaze.
"How was your time in America?" the Estonian found himself asking before he could bite it back. He hadn't wanted to say that...at least, not that way. He'd wanted to say something...else. Something that didn't sound like he was accusing his brother. But...as soon as he'd opened his mouth, that had popped out, voice laced with a layer of sarcasm and bitterness. When had he begun to sound like that? He'd never talked to people that way before... He guessed that was just another thing on the list of changes in him since Russia.
Toris took an involuntary step back, eyes widened slightly. It was a normal enough question...but the way Eduard had said it...
"What?" he asked, frowning slightly, eyes narrowed. "I-It was fine...but...Eduard, what are you implying?"
Eduard didn't look up.
"Nothing," he said shortly. "Just forget about it. I...I'm glad to see you, Toris. It's been...tough...not having you here." He sighed, sounding tired and worn out. It was obvious from his voice and demeanor that 'it's been tough' had a deeper meaning than it would for most people.
Raivis pulled away from his brother and took a step back, not looking at him. He wiped absently at his eyes.
Toris frowned deeper at the strange way his brothers were acting. Why were they being like this? Was he missing something?
"Eduard...Raivis...what's the matter? If you don't tell me, I'm never going to understand. I can tell you're mad at me...but there's more to it than that," he said softly. He hated seeing his brothers like this.
Eduard finally looked up at him, a mixture of sadness, pain, and anger in his eyes.
"Can't you guess?" he said scathingly. "Ivan. That's what's wrong. Ever since you left, living with him has been worse than ever! He beats us not only for the smallest, most insignificant thing, but also whenever something reminds him you're not here. And...and at night...at night he-"
He frowned and shook his head, unable to continue.
Toris stood, frozen. His absence...had made things worse for his brothers?
"E-Eduard...I...I didn't know..." he said lamely, shaking his head slowly, the already large ball of guilt writhing in his stomach growing to exponential proportions.
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i think you're doing a marvelous job, and would love to see the rest ~
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Toris shook his head and wrapped his arms around the middle Baltic brother, interrupting his struggles to find the words.
"Don't worry about it Eduard. I know. I...I'm not sure if I wouldn't be angry too, if it had been me in your position..." he murmured softly. He sighed deeply and hugged him for a moment before backing away and looking downward, not meeting his brother's gaze.
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I'm sorry for lying and not getting any more up when I said I would, guys. D: And then when I do update it's a little sucky .5 part. D: Writer's Block is hitting me hard on this one. I'm going to try and finish this well, though.
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So, anons. That might be what's going to happen. :D Just thought I'd let you all know. I will try and get it written and up today, though it might take until tomorrow. I'm working on another fill right now too.
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Eduard too was consumed with guilt. How could he blame his brother for getting out of here? He would have taken the opportunity too, had it been presented to him instead of Toris. He would have taken it in a heartbeat. So why was he so irrationally angry at Toris? He didn't want to be. But he just couldn't help it. And he felt terrible about it.
Raivis was just glad to have his brother back. Eduard was wonderful and all, but...Toris had always been the 'big brother'. He was better at it. He knew how to make Raivis feel safe and protected, even in such a place as this. It was a talent Eduard did not posses, try though he might. Toris's comfort might be only an illusion, but it was a comforting illusion, and it was something he could take solace in. No matter what else changed, no matter what terrible things happened, he could always count on Toris to make him feel better. Not having him here to do that had been...well, it had been like something was missing. And now that missing peace of his life was back in place, and he couldn't help but feel a bit better for it, though it made him feel bad that he was glad his brother was back in this hellhole.
[[Sorry for more crappy little parts. I'll get a full, large part up next time, I promise. :) ]]
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"Toris~" called Ivan in his deceptively easy-going, cheerful voice. "I see you've gotten reacquainted with Eduard and Raivis." He stepped fully into the room and grinned brightly at the Baltics. Toris stood frozen for a moment, then nodded slowly.
"Y-Yes, sir..." he murmured quietly, eyes downcast.
Ivan smiled. "That is good. We are all glad to have you back, Toris," he informed the Lithuanian knowingly. "The house has just not been the same since you left us." He paused for a moment, looking deep in thought. "Toris..." he began slowly, sounding upset and hurt. "Why did you do that?" It was a simple sounding question, but Toris wasn't stupid. He knew how important it was, and what kind of repercussions it could have if he gave the wrong answer. It sometimes seemed that that was the worst thing about living in the Russian's house. Not only was it physically damaging, the mental aspect was just as scarring. You had to be constantly on your guard...constantly alert, because one slip-up...one wrong move, wrong word...and it all would fall apart. The effort it took to keep this up was so tiring...sometimes Toris felt like just giving up, just saying what he wanted to Ivan and the consequences be damned.
But these momentary flashes of insanity would pass, as they always did, and luckily, they always passed before he did something stupid, something he would no doubt regret in the long run. He wasn't too worried about himself, anymore. He'd taken the brunt of the Russian's punishments for so long he could almost turn his mind off...drown out the pain...
But what if Ivan targeted Eduard or Raivis instead? Or the Lithuanian people? Toris didn't know what he'd do if his brothers or his people got hurt because of something stupid he did. He could never risk it. It was something he'd worried about often while in America, and it seemed his suspicions had been proven correct. Ivan's wrath had been taken out on his brothers.
"I..." he paused, trying frantically to figure out what to say, how to say it, what way would garner the least pain for him or his brothers. "It...sir...I-"
"No, Toris..." said the Russian smoothly, cutting him off. "Do not make up stories, or tilt the facts to appeal to me. I know why you left, Toris...do not lie to me. I always know, Toris...you knew that once. I wonder what else you have forgotten while living under that pig?" he said scathingly.
Toris flinched and kept his gaze to the ground. He hated hearing America referred to like that. He respected him greatly. But he knew better than to dispute it. America wasn't here now; he couldn't protect him. He couldn't protect any of them.
"S-Sir, I...I haven't...I haven't forgotten. I haven't forgotten anything..." the Lithuanian assured Ivan quietly.
The Russian's smile grew brighter and more menacing.
"That is good then, comrade Toris!" he exclaimed happily. "I am glad to hear it. I wish I could take you at your word, Toris...there was a time when I could...but..." his voice grew grieved and regretful, "Now that your mind has been tainted...who knows what sort of lies you will tell? Alfred's tendency to lie about every little thing may have rubbed off on you...there is no way to know if you remember all my lessons..."
He stepped over to Toris, making the Lithuanian want to start shaking like Raivis was doing at this very moment.
"The only way for me to be sure..." whispered the Russian, placing his hands on Toris's shoulders and leaning in to whisper in his ear. "Is to reteach them to you...one...by...one..."
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