Little Latvia's Tied Up With String [2/?]
anonymous
November 28 2009, 17:41:21 UTC
Latvia stammered a bit before the right words came to him. “N-no. I just…I heard you coming, so I came to greet you.”
Russia frowned, eyeing Latvia‘s outstretched hand which was slowly lowering. “Really? Somehow I don’t think you are telling the truth. Are you sure that you weren’t going somewhere?”
Latvia just stood there shaking, unsure of what to do. He never was a good liar, especially not with Russia! Just as he was about to panic, burst into tears and apologize, he heard some noise in the living room and some chatter -“No, put the gifts over on this table, it’ll look better..” Suddenly he had the perfect excuse. It was so great…all he had to do was make it somewhat believable.
“Well, uh, a-actually, I came out here to make sure that you don’t go out into the living room. They’re, uh…they’re doing some heavy cleaning in there, the furniture is everywhere, and if you try to go in you might trip over something and get hurt..”
“Oh!” Russia’s eyes lit up. “Cleaning, huh?” He chuckled to himself. Latvia smiled at his small victory. It had worked! He knew that Russia already knew about his party. It wasn’t a surprise party, after all. But if he made Russia think that HE thought it was a surprise party and that he was trying to cover it up, that would certainly explain why he would show up to greet the larger nation - to stall him.
“Latvia, I already know about the party! You don’t have to try and hide it. That‘s why I came home early!” Ivan laughed good naturedly. “It’s cute that you wanted to surprise me though. You‘re a good boy, Raivis. He patted Latvia on the head, causing the younger nation to blush and his smile to brighten. “Come on, let’s go in. Better not to keep them waiting, da?”
That crushed Latvia’s good mood. He suddenly remembered that he was about to walk into Russia’s party very very giftless. His stomach clenched and once again, he started to shake.
“Um, uh…y-you go ahead.” If he just had a minute, he could throw together a handmade card or some sort of craft. Sure, it wouldn’t be great, but at least it would be something! “I-I have to go get something. Something upstairs.”
“What? Is it something for me?” Russia beamed. Raivis quickly nodded. “Well, okay. But hurry up. I’m going to head in without you, da! You might not get any cake if you take too long~” And with that, Russia headed into the living room and Latvia ran upstairs. He slammed the door shut behind him. His heart was beating so fast and he was in full panic mode. What was he going to do?!
“Calm down.” He told himself shakily. There had to be something here to give him. Something, anything! He dug through his drawers and found a bit of paper, some envelopes and a pen. He took them out, but kept up his frantic search in case there was something better.
“Latvia, get down here already!!” He heard Russia shouting from downstairs after about ten minutes had passed.
“Coming!” He called back, not quite able to keep the rising hysteria out of his voice.
Maybe he could buy himself some more time. He bit his lip, picked up the pen and paper and scrawled “Please meet me upstairs in my room half an hour after the party for your birthday gift. It was too big for me to bring downstairs. Happy birthday - Latvia.” The handwriting was horrible because his hand was shaking so much, and it wasn’t a proper card, but it would have to do. He folded up the paper, put it in the envelope and scrawled “Russia” on the envelope. Then he hurried downstairs.
Little Latvia's Tied Up With String [3/?]
anonymous
November 28 2009, 17:44:14 UTC
Luckily for him, it ended up working. Lithuania and Estonia had panicked and began to shiver when they saw Russia open Latvia’s envelope and pull out what looked like a scrap piece of paper. All his other gifts had already been opened.
“Raivis, what is that? You didn’t forget, did you?” Lithuania whispered to him in horror.
But Russia had merely stared at the note, a curious expression on his face. He looked over to Latvia.
“You must have gotten me something really good if it was too big for you to carry down the stairs, da?” He paused to reconsider. “But then again, little Latvia is so tiny that it could be almost anything. Could it have been a book that was too heavy for you?” He chuckled at that, imagining cute little Latvia trying to drag a book down the stairs. “Okay, I’ll come see what it is in half an hour.” Latvia felt dread settle in as he finished off his cake.
Unluckily for him, even though it bought him time… his original problem still remained. There was nothing to give Russia as a gift. He paced around, glancing unhappily at the wrapping paper and the roll of red ribbon he had smuggled upstairs when no one was looking. His body was shaking so hard and tears were beginning to well up in his eyes. He only had fifteen minutes left before Ivan crushed him for forgetting his birthday. Sniffling, he wiped at his eyes with his sleeve, wondering what the sadistic nation would do to him. Beat him with his pipe? Whip him? Both? Something worse? The ideas running through his head caused him to begin sobbing openly.
Suddenly an idea struck him. He sucked in a breath to calm down, though he was still shivering. He could…he could offer himself to the large country as a present? The idea frightened him. Sex with Russia was never gentle, never pleasant. It usually left him crying and made him walk with a limp for days afterward. It scared him to even think about. But what was the alternative? Wait in his room for Russia to show up, become angry and harm him? Neither situation was ideal, but at least if he presented himself as a gift…Russia might be amused or pleased and go easy on him.
A small voice in the back of his head chimed in, “And it would get Russia to pay attention to you and not Toris for once…”
The thought was dutifully squashed and ignored. He glanced at the clock - seven minutes to go. He gave a few more swipes at his eyes to dry the tears and then tugged off his shirt. His heart was beating so quickly as he picked up the roll of ribbon and a pair of scissors from the floor. A small segment of the ribbon was snipped off and fitted around his neck, the loose ends being tied with a bow. The Baltic nation went over and looked at himself in his mirror. The bow looked kind of cute, he supposed. Russia might like it. For a moment his hand brushed over the button of his pants to undo it, but it only made him shake more - the thought of being so exposed in front of Russia. So he decided to leave them on.
One minute left. Latvia could hear Russia heading up the stairs. The small nation stood there in the middle of the room, tense and rigid; he had managed to get his usual shaking down to fine tremors…he didn’t want to appear like he was offering himself unwillingly, after all. Because he…did like his time with Russia, even though it hurt him. But...what was he going to do if Ivan didn’t like it? What if he got angry with him? What if he-
Little Latvia's Tied Up With String [4/?]
anonymous
November 28 2009, 17:47:36 UTC
“Little Latvia, I’m here for my present~!” Russia said as he stepped into the room. “Whe---oh.” The large nation stared at the sight in front of him in confusion: The youngest Baltic boy, topless, in a bow, standing in an unnaturally rigid way and looking like he was trying hard not to cry.
“H-happy birthday, M-Mr. Russia!” Raivis gave a nervous smile.
“Thank you~! Now, where’s my present?” Russia laughed quietly to himself and made a show of looking around. “I don’t see anything in here that could be my gift.” His eyes settled back on Latvia. They were clouding over a bit and he was beginning to give the boy a rather predatory look.
“Uh, um..” Latvia bit his lip a bit and pointed at his bow. “It’s me.” He tried to say it seductively, but it fell flat and the words came out awkwardly. This was something he hadn’t expected unexpected. He had figured Russia would understand right away. Being forced to say it out loud was embarrassing and sounded almost childish.
“You?” Russia’s voice took on a rather dangerous note and his laughter turned dark. He advanced on the boy and it was all Latvia could do to stand his ground and not run into the corner to cower. Despite himself, he did move a few steps backwards.
“Y-yes… do you like it?”
Ivan smiled at him, amused. “Little Latvia. My cute little Raivis… don’t you know that you can’t give me something that’s not yours to give?”
“W-what d-do you mean?”
Russia snickered and reached out, grabbing Latvia‘s arm roughly. He tugged the smaller nation over to him. “You can’t give yourself to me as a gift. I already own you. Don’t you know that you can’t give me something that you don’t own, da? Especially not something that‘s already mine, that‘s just sneaky!”
Latvia’s eyes were beginning to well with tears again, and he felt like he was going to faint. But instead he just looked up at the large nation in terror. “I-I’m so s-sorry. I’m sorry!” Raivis sobbed out. “I t-thought you w-would like this…”
“Shh, there there.” Russia grinned at the reaction he was getting, but pulled the little country into an embrace and stroked his hair to comfort him. “It wasn’t such a bad gift. If you weren’t already mine, I would have definitely been happy to receive you as a present!” But then he paused and let go of the hug. Ivan grabbed his shoulders and held Raivis away from himself, studying him. “But Raivis…”
“W-what?”
“You’re not very good at wrapping presents, da?” Russia frowned disapprovingly. “You didn’t wrap it tight enough. A present shouldn’t be able to move around until the person who’s getting it decides to unwrap it, don’t you agree? I can tell that you do.”
“Huh?” Was all Latvia could utter. He didn’t like the turn this conversation was taking.
Little Latvia's Tied Up With String [5/?]
anonymous
November 28 2009, 17:51:07 UTC
Russia shook his head. “You didn’t wrap it tight enough.” He repeated. “But that’s okay. I’ll help you wrap this one so that you know how to for next time! Now, since you‘re my birthday present, you’ll be good for me and do whatever I ask, right? ” Latvia just nodded. If he was going to give himself to Russia for the night, he was going to do it completely.
“Good boy.” The man said, pleased with the response. He bent down and picked up the roll of ribbon and scissors that Latvia had placed on the ground. “Hold your hands behind your back for me, okay?”
Latvia did as he was told. He really didn’t like where this was going. Russia moved silently behind him except for the “snip” of the scissors. The large nation wrapped the ribbon around Latvia’s wrists and tied them together securely. Latvia was beginning to tremble again.
“Now, that’s just the first step, Raivis.” He murmured as he uncoiled so more ribbon from the roll. “You have to make sure that the gift can’t escape while you’re trying wrapping it, da? That would be awful. You’d have to start all over again!”
“I-I’m not going to try to e-escape…” Latvia protested, which earned him an elbow in the back.
Russia frowned at him. “I didn’t say you were. I’m just teaching you what to do. Now stop talking and listen.” He began to wrap ribbon around Latvia’s arms and torso, pinning his limbs to his body. He coiled it all the way down to his waist, then pulled the ribbon taut and tied it in the back. Latvia winced slightly; the ribbon was digging into his skin a bit painfully. But he kept quiet and didn’t protest the treatment.
“There.” The Russian let go of him and stepped back to admire his handy work. “See how much easier that makes it? Now that the gift that you’re preparing is unable to move very easily, you can use both hands to wrap! Doesn‘t that make it so much simpler?” Latvia wasn’t sure if he was looking for an answer, so he just nodded.
Russia clapped in delight. “Now then, onto wrapping!” He picked up the gold, reflective wrapping paper and held it up to Latvia, measuring how big of a piece to cut by eye. Finally he made his cut in the paper. “Oh this is going to look so nice!” He wrapped the sheet of paper around Latvia’s body once, twice - it was so big that it overlapped - and held it in place with one hand while he secured it with ribbon in the other. “It’s a bit funny that you brought wrapping paper up here but didn’t use it, da? I wonder what you brought it up for?” He said idly as he finished tying one loop in place and started on the next. “It’s almost like you were planning on giving me another present but didn’t have one for me. I hope you didn’t give me this gift because you forgot my birthday…?” After a brief pause, he laughed a lightly. “No, I know my little Latvia wouldn’t forget, he’s a good boy.”
Latvia shuddered at the other man’s intuitiveness. If Russia knew that this wasn’t his first choice of gift, all hope of coaxing any gentleness out of the Soviet nation was gone and he was in for one long night. Ivan once again took a step back to look over his wrap job. He walked around so that Raivis could finally see him again and tsked, tapping his hand to his chin. The boy was trying not to fidget or shake under the gaze. The ribbons that were binding him were so tight around him that any movement, including shaking, was somewhat unpleasant.
Finally, after what seemed like a long stretch of time, Russia spoke up. “Sometimes before you wrap the gift, you should remove the original packaging. It just gets in the way and can be unattractive, da.” He reached under the wrapping paper to unbutton Latvia’s pants. In one swift motion he pulled the article of clothing down to his feet, taking his underwear with them. Raivis couldn’t help but blush then at how quickly he was suddenly exposed. He was grateful for the sheet of paper which just barely covered his vital regions.
Russia frowned, eyeing Latvia‘s outstretched hand which was slowly lowering. “Really? Somehow I don’t think you are telling the truth. Are you sure that you weren’t going somewhere?”
Latvia just stood there shaking, unsure of what to do. He never was a good liar, especially not with Russia! Just as he was about to panic, burst into tears and apologize, he heard some noise in the living room and some chatter -“No, put the gifts over on this table, it’ll look better..” Suddenly he had the perfect excuse. It was so great…all he had to do was make it somewhat believable.
“Well, uh, a-actually, I came out here to make sure that you don’t go out into the living room. They’re, uh…they’re doing some heavy cleaning in there, the furniture is everywhere, and if you try to go in you might trip over something and get hurt..”
“Oh!” Russia’s eyes lit up. “Cleaning, huh?” He chuckled to himself. Latvia smiled at his small victory. It had worked! He knew that Russia already knew about his party. It wasn’t a surprise party, after all. But if he made Russia think that HE thought it was a surprise party and that he was trying to cover it up, that would certainly explain why he would show up to greet the larger nation - to stall him.
“Latvia, I already know about the party! You don’t have to try and hide it. That‘s why I came home early!” Ivan laughed good naturedly. “It’s cute that you wanted to surprise me though. You‘re a good boy, Raivis. He patted Latvia on the head, causing the younger nation to blush and his smile to brighten. “Come on, let’s go in. Better not to keep them waiting, da?”
That crushed Latvia’s good mood. He suddenly remembered that he was about to walk into Russia’s party very very giftless. His stomach clenched and once again, he started to shake.
“Um, uh…y-you go ahead.” If he just had a minute, he could throw together a handmade card or some sort of craft. Sure, it wouldn’t be great, but at least it would be something! “I-I have to go get something. Something upstairs.”
“What? Is it something for me?” Russia beamed. Raivis quickly nodded. “Well, okay. But hurry up. I’m going to head in without you, da! You might not get any cake if you take too long~” And with that, Russia headed into the living room and Latvia ran upstairs. He slammed the door shut behind him. His heart was beating so fast and he was in full panic mode. What was he going to do?!
“Calm down.” He told himself shakily. There had to be something here to give him. Something, anything! He dug through his drawers and found a bit of paper, some envelopes and a pen. He took them out, but kept up his frantic search in case there was something better.
“Latvia, get down here already!!” He heard Russia shouting from downstairs after about ten minutes had passed.
“Coming!” He called back, not quite able to keep the rising hysteria out of his voice.
Maybe he could buy himself some more time. He bit his lip, picked up the pen and paper and scrawled “Please meet me upstairs in my room half an hour after the party for your birthday gift. It was too big for me to bring downstairs. Happy birthday - Latvia.” The handwriting was horrible because his hand was shaking so much, and it wasn’t a proper card, but it would have to do. He folded up the paper, put it in the envelope and scrawled “Russia” on the envelope. Then he hurried downstairs.
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“Raivis, what is that? You didn’t forget, did you?” Lithuania whispered to him in horror.
But Russia had merely stared at the note, a curious expression on his face. He looked over to Latvia.
“You must have gotten me something really good if it was too big for you to carry down the stairs, da?” He paused to reconsider. “But then again, little Latvia is so tiny that it could be almost anything. Could it have been a book that was too heavy for you?” He chuckled at that, imagining cute little Latvia trying to drag a book down the stairs. “Okay, I’ll come see what it is in half an hour.” Latvia felt dread settle in as he finished off his cake.
Unluckily for him, even though it bought him time… his original problem still remained. There was nothing to give Russia as a gift. He paced around, glancing unhappily at the wrapping paper and the roll of red ribbon he had smuggled upstairs when no one was looking. His body was shaking so hard and tears were beginning to well up in his eyes. He only had fifteen minutes left before Ivan crushed him for forgetting his birthday. Sniffling, he wiped at his eyes with his sleeve, wondering what the sadistic nation would do to him. Beat him with his pipe? Whip him? Both? Something worse? The ideas running through his head caused him to begin sobbing openly.
Suddenly an idea struck him. He sucked in a breath to calm down, though he was still shivering. He could…he could offer himself to the large country as a present? The idea frightened him. Sex with Russia was never gentle, never pleasant. It usually left him crying and made him walk with a limp for days afterward. It scared him to even think about. But what was the alternative? Wait in his room for Russia to show up, become angry and harm him? Neither situation was ideal, but at least if he presented himself as a gift…Russia might be amused or pleased and go easy on him.
A small voice in the back of his head chimed in, “And it would get Russia to pay attention to you and not Toris for once…”
The thought was dutifully squashed and ignored. He glanced at the clock - seven minutes to go. He gave a few more swipes at his eyes to dry the tears and then tugged off his shirt. His heart was beating so quickly as he picked up the roll of ribbon and a pair of scissors from the floor. A small segment of the ribbon was snipped off and fitted around his neck, the loose ends being tied with a bow. The Baltic nation went over and looked at himself in his mirror. The bow looked kind of cute, he supposed. Russia might like it. For a moment his hand brushed over the button of his pants to undo it, but it only made him shake more - the thought of being so exposed in front of Russia. So he decided to leave them on.
One minute left. Latvia could hear Russia heading up the stairs. The small nation stood there in the middle of the room, tense and rigid; he had managed to get his usual shaking down to fine tremors…he didn’t want to appear like he was offering himself unwillingly, after all. Because he…did like his time with Russia, even though it hurt him. But...what was he going to do if Ivan didn’t like it? What if he got angry with him? What if he-
The door swung open.
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“H-happy birthday, M-Mr. Russia!” Raivis gave a nervous smile.
“Thank you~! Now, where’s my present?” Russia laughed quietly to himself and made a show of looking around. “I don’t see anything in here that could be my gift.” His eyes settled back on Latvia. They were clouding over a bit and he was beginning to give the boy a rather predatory look.
“Uh, um..” Latvia bit his lip a bit and pointed at his bow. “It’s me.” He tried to say it seductively, but it fell flat and the words came out awkwardly. This was something he hadn’t expected unexpected. He had figured Russia would understand right away. Being forced to say it out loud was embarrassing and sounded almost childish.
“You?” Russia’s voice took on a rather dangerous note and his laughter turned dark. He advanced on the boy and it was all Latvia could do to stand his ground and not run into the corner to cower. Despite himself, he did move a few steps backwards.
“Y-yes… do you like it?”
Ivan smiled at him, amused. “Little Latvia. My cute little Raivis… don’t you know that you can’t give me something that’s not yours to give?”
“W-what d-do you mean?”
Russia snickered and reached out, grabbing Latvia‘s arm roughly. He tugged the smaller nation over to him. “You can’t give yourself to me as a gift. I already own you. Don’t you know that you can’t give me something that you don’t own, da? Especially not something that‘s already mine, that‘s just sneaky!”
Latvia’s eyes were beginning to well with tears again, and he felt like he was going to faint. But instead he just looked up at the large nation in terror. “I-I’m so s-sorry. I’m sorry!” Raivis sobbed out. “I t-thought you w-would like this…”
“Shh, there there.” Russia grinned at the reaction he was getting, but pulled the little country into an embrace and stroked his hair to comfort him. “It wasn’t such a bad gift. If you weren’t already mine, I would have definitely been happy to receive you as a present!” But then he paused and let go of the hug. Ivan grabbed his shoulders and held Raivis away from himself, studying him. “But Raivis…”
“W-what?”
“You’re not very good at wrapping presents, da?” Russia frowned disapprovingly. “You didn’t wrap it tight enough. A present shouldn’t be able to move around until the person who’s getting it decides to unwrap it, don’t you agree? I can tell that you do.”
“Huh?” Was all Latvia could utter. He didn’t like the turn this conversation was taking.
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“Good boy.” The man said, pleased with the response. He bent down and picked up the roll of ribbon and scissors that Latvia had placed on the ground. “Hold your hands behind your back for me, okay?”
Latvia did as he was told. He really didn’t like where this was going. Russia moved silently behind him except for the “snip” of the scissors. The large nation wrapped the ribbon around Latvia’s wrists and tied them together securely. Latvia was beginning to tremble again.
“Now, that’s just the first step, Raivis.” He murmured as he uncoiled so more ribbon from the roll. “You have to make sure that the gift can’t escape while you’re trying wrapping it, da? That would be awful. You’d have to start all over again!”
“I-I’m not going to try to e-escape…” Latvia protested, which earned him an elbow in the back.
Russia frowned at him. “I didn’t say you were. I’m just teaching you what to do. Now stop talking and listen.” He began to wrap ribbon around Latvia’s arms and torso, pinning his limbs to his body. He coiled it all the way down to his waist, then pulled the ribbon taut and tied it in the back. Latvia winced slightly; the ribbon was digging into his skin a bit painfully. But he kept quiet and didn’t protest the treatment.
“There.” The Russian let go of him and stepped back to admire his handy work. “See how much easier that makes it? Now that the gift that you’re preparing is unable to move very easily, you can use both hands to wrap! Doesn‘t that make it so much simpler?” Latvia wasn’t sure if he was looking for an answer, so he just nodded.
Russia clapped in delight. “Now then, onto wrapping!” He picked up the gold, reflective wrapping paper and held it up to Latvia, measuring how big of a piece to cut by eye. Finally he made his cut in the paper. “Oh this is going to look so nice!” He wrapped the sheet of paper around Latvia’s body once, twice - it was so big that it overlapped - and held it in place with one hand while he secured it with ribbon in the other. “It’s a bit funny that you brought wrapping paper up here but didn’t use it, da? I wonder what you brought it up for?” He said idly as he finished tying one loop in place and started on the next. “It’s almost like you were planning on giving me another present but didn’t have one for me. I hope you didn’t give me this gift because you forgot my birthday…?” After a brief pause, he laughed a lightly. “No, I know my little Latvia wouldn’t forget, he’s a good boy.”
Latvia shuddered at the other man’s intuitiveness. If Russia knew that this wasn’t his first choice of gift, all hope of coaxing any gentleness out of the Soviet nation was gone and he was in for one long night. Ivan once again took a step back to look over his wrap job. He walked around so that Raivis could finally see him again and tsked, tapping his hand to his chin. The boy was trying not to fidget or shake under the gaze. The ribbons that were binding him were so tight around him that any movement, including shaking, was somewhat unpleasant.
Finally, after what seemed like a long stretch of time, Russia spoke up. “Sometimes before you wrap the gift, you should remove the original packaging. It just gets in the way and can be unattractive, da.” He reached under the wrapping paper to unbutton Latvia’s pants. In one swift motion he pulled the article of clothing down to his feet, taking his underwear with them. Raivis couldn’t help but blush then at how quickly he was suddenly exposed. He was grateful for the sheet of paper which just barely covered his vital regions.
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