It had been a fairly normal day in the Braginski household. The Baltic states had got up, done their chores, made breakfast for Russia, made sure he was happy, then they had a long day of miserably doing chores ahead of them.
Latvia disappeared first, Russia's shadow looming over him and stealing him away while he was cleaning the windows. He whimpered and made no noise, totally used to Russia's casual sadism by now. It still scared him horribly, but he knew that it would be over soon enough...
He was dropped onto Russia's bed from a height, which made him bounce. The Russian giggled weakly, but his face had a slightly saddened look on it.
"M-M-M-Mr. Russia... wh-what i-is the... ma... ma-matter?" Latvia stammered, sitting up fully on the bed.
Russia shushed him, walking over to him with what looked like a headband in one hand, and a dog harness and collar in the other. "Doggies don't talk. Don't talk, doggy."
Raivis felt so humiliated when the band was put onto his head. The headband blended into his hair, and two brown husky-like ears protruded from the top. To make things worse, a tail was clipped onto his belt. Then Russia set to tying him up. The collar was deliberately pulled a little too tight, and the harness sat uncomfortably atop his clothes, making his jacket jut out in odd places, wrinkling the fabric of his military uniform.
"There we go!" Russia said happily, stepping away to admire his handiwork. "I have a new doggy!"
Oh... That's what it was about...
Yesterday evening, Russia's favourite dog, Mishka had died. She was around 16 years old, and the finest sled-dog in the world. Russia took her everywhere, and she was even trained to bite the Baltics. Old age had finally caught up with her.
The Baltics had learned of his tearful fury that night. Russia refused to eat, and went to bed early, demanding the trio to sleep with him. One of his terribly childish habits, but Lithuania had whispered to Latvia (when Russia was deeply asleep, of course) that if his best friend had suddenly died, you'd need all the comfort you could get, no matter how mean you were.
Russia stroked Latvia's head tenderly. "I will call you Raika. Or Latka? Da, I like Latka. You're a small doggy, but you're cute. I think you should be at the back of the sled." He pulled down the parts of clothing which were making the harness uncomfortable, and clipped a leash on the harness, (Latvia noticed how he was strong enough to lift up his king size bed), putting the loop of the leash on the floor, then putting one of the legs of the bed in the loop, trapping Latvia.
"I love Latka." Russia smiled, climbing on top of Latvia. "Mishka liked this." He ruffled his hair and kissed his nose at the same time, then got up. "Mama said I shouldn't kiss doggies though."
Latvia nodded weakly, managing a weak bark to appease Russia. He'd just be told off if he talked.
"Stay here, doggy." Russia smiled. Latvia groaned internally. Couldn't Russia see he was tied up, and not going anywhere?
The door closed gently as Russia left to find more prey.
Lithuania and Estonia were soon subjected to the same treatment, but Russia had managed to keep them still long enough to bring them into his bedroom by their new leashes.
Toris stayed quiet for the most part, but Estonia made his protests a little bit louder. Russia groaned. "Doggy, please don't talk. People don't like noisy doggies."
However, Russia's psychosis and the cloud over his eyes that made him imagine the Baltics as talking dogs soon was lifted after he'd trapped the elder brothers, and he smirked, looking at his perfect Baltic boys, all tied up... it was just too hard not to take them. And the first he started with was Latvia.
He crawled over to the trembling boy, and invaded his mouth with a needy kiss, shoving his tongue in without a thought. The brothers' cries of "LATVIAAA" seemed dull in the background, and Latvia was close to fainting. But, his mind betrayed him, keeping him conscious. He moaned lewdly when Russia was inside him, and bucked and rolled and cried against him. They came at the same time, sharing another kiss.
The other two Baltics groaned and Russia moved onto them...
Latvia disappeared first, Russia's shadow looming over him and stealing him away while he was cleaning the windows. He whimpered and made no noise, totally used to Russia's casual sadism by now. It still scared him horribly, but he knew that it would be over soon enough...
He was dropped onto Russia's bed from a height, which made him bounce. The Russian giggled weakly, but his face had a slightly saddened look on it.
"M-M-M-Mr. Russia... wh-what i-is the... ma... ma-matter?" Latvia stammered, sitting up fully on the bed.
Russia shushed him, walking over to him with what looked like a headband in one hand, and a dog harness and collar in the other. "Doggies don't talk. Don't talk, doggy."
Raivis felt so humiliated when the band was put onto his head. The headband blended into his hair, and two brown husky-like ears protruded from the top. To make things worse, a tail was clipped onto his belt. Then Russia set to tying him up. The collar was deliberately pulled a little too tight, and the harness sat uncomfortably atop his clothes, making his jacket jut out in odd places, wrinkling the fabric of his military uniform.
"There we go!" Russia said happily, stepping away to admire his handiwork. "I have a new doggy!"
Oh... That's what it was about...
Yesterday evening, Russia's favourite dog, Mishka had died. She was around 16 years old, and the finest sled-dog in the world. Russia took her everywhere, and she was even trained to bite the Baltics. Old age had finally caught up with her.
The Baltics had learned of his tearful fury that night. Russia refused to eat, and went to bed early, demanding the trio to sleep with him. One of his terribly childish habits, but Lithuania had whispered to Latvia (when Russia was deeply asleep, of course) that if his best friend had suddenly died, you'd need all the comfort you could get, no matter how mean you were.
Russia stroked Latvia's head tenderly. "I will call you Raika. Or Latka? Da, I like Latka. You're a small doggy, but you're cute. I think you should be at the back of the sled." He pulled down the parts of clothing which were making the harness uncomfortable, and clipped a leash on the harness, (Latvia noticed how he was strong enough to lift up his king size bed), putting the loop of the leash on the floor, then putting one of the legs of the bed in the loop, trapping Latvia.
"I love Latka." Russia smiled, climbing on top of Latvia. "Mishka liked this." He ruffled his hair and kissed his nose at the same time, then got up. "Mama said I shouldn't kiss doggies though."
Latvia nodded weakly, managing a weak bark to appease Russia. He'd just be told off if he talked.
"Stay here, doggy." Russia smiled. Latvia groaned internally. Couldn't Russia see he was tied up, and not going anywhere?
The door closed gently as Russia left to find more prey.
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Will there be smut? Please?
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Or you could combine them to make Laika. /shot
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Laika
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and I love Authur!anon too. This is beautiful.
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So, so eager for the next parts!
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Toris stayed quiet for the most part, but Estonia made his protests a little bit louder. Russia groaned. "Doggy, please don't talk. People don't like noisy doggies."
However, Russia's psychosis and the cloud over his eyes that made him imagine the Baltics as talking dogs soon was lifted after he'd trapped the elder brothers, and he smirked, looking at his perfect Baltic boys, all tied up... it was just too hard not to take them. And the first he started with was Latvia.
He crawled over to the trembling boy, and invaded his mouth with a needy kiss, shoving his tongue in without a thought. The brothers' cries of "LATVIAAA" seemed dull in the background, and Latvia was close to fainting. But, his mind betrayed him, keeping him conscious. He moaned lewdly when Russia was inside him, and bucked and rolled and cried against him. They came at the same time, sharing another kiss.
The other two Baltics groaned and Russia moved onto them...
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