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.
“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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