Re: Favorite - Russia, Canada, Lithuania
anonymous
April 7 2011, 17:53:06 UTC
“Toris?” The quiet desperation in Canada's voice was heart-breaking, but Toris couldn't answer. Couldn't even offer a comforting presence, tied as he was to the far wall. “Please. . .”
It was Toris' fault, for acting without Russia's permission. He had only wanted to reassure the younger nation that he wasn't alone, that the world didn't end for lack of freedom, no matter how much it might seem that way - to give the frightened nation what he wished someone had given him those first terrifying days of his own captivity so long ago. But he hadn't been careful enough, and Russia had found them, his old favorite whispering soft words of comfort to his new favorite in the darkness of the basement.
Russia had seen the tears in Canada's eyes; the way he had clung to Toris without shame, desperate for a kind word and a gentle touch. And somehow, he had known just what to do to hurt both of them where it would sting the most.
Canada had been first, lifted forcefully from Toris' embrace; trembling hands bound behind his back, a rope looped between the wrists and tied to the wall with just enough slack to allow him to stand up or lie down. His eyes had begged Toris, for help? For comfort? For strength? But Toris had done nothing, not even standing as Russia covered those glittering, pleading eyes with thick, dark cloth. He had watched helplessly, burning with shame and anger but knowing that anything he did do would only make things worse for both of them.
“Toris. . .” The hitch in Canada's voice had brought out Russia's smile, cold and sadistic.
“Ssh. I'm here. I won't leave you.” Toris had been unable to stop himself - though he wouldn't take the words back if he could, not when he could see how much Canada needed them now- and Russia had turned on him next. “I won't leave you.”
Russia had gagged him, a filthy rag wedged between his teeth and a quiet threat whispered in his ear with a gleeful voice. “One noise - any noise, and I will take his pretty eyes.”
It had been enough. Russia did not make idle threats and Toris could not bear the thought of being the cause of more of Canada's suffering. So he had quietly gone along, holding his hands still as Russia bound them together behind his back. Fighting pained noises as Russia pulled the ropes too tight. As Russia tied him to the wall opposite Canada with only enough loose rope to crouch, half-sitting or half-standing.
It was a game to Russia, one that only he could win. Even as he left the room with heavy footsteps that had Canada cringing, Toris knew better than to assume that he wouldn't know if Toris spat out the gag or tapped out some quiet message on the stone floor. That would be assuming he had a chance to win the game, an assumption that would only last until Russia proved him wrong.
Toris hated it, watching with helpless eyes as Canada lay on the ground, legs bent to his chest, calling for him in a voice that only grew softer and softer. Hours, days, maybe only minutes passed. It was impossible to tell time in the windowless room. Did it even matter how long he crouched there, not daring to shift his weight for fear of making a noise; listening to Canada's growing desperation by the dim light of a flickering bulb?
But Canada was still young, younger than Toris had been, and though he had been a colony most his life, he had never truly been invaded before. It was no surprise when Canada finally broke, crumpling in on himself, the blindfold dark with tears.
“R-Russia?” His voice cracked, sobs wracking his throat and body.
Toris had felt his chest ache in sympathy, hating Russia as never before. Canada did not speak again, not even as Russia finally returned, his smug smile firmly in place.
He had won.
There may be more at some point in the future, but as of now, this stands alone. I hope it is satisfactory
Re: Favorite - Russia, Canada, Lithuania
anonymous
April 7 2011, 23:04:12 UTC
I'm starting to think that the best way to torture Lithuania not that I'd ever do it because I love him too much is to make him watch someone he cares about get tortured. He's just so sweet, and his profile says he "is one to take someone into his heart once he gets to know them". His body is too strong to break from physical torture and I think he's managed to get around the mental torture, so the only thing left is emotional torture.
D= Now I just made myself sad. Lithuania, I love you! Sorry about thinking about ways to hurt you...
I feel really bad for Canada too, but since Liet's my favorite character, he got focused on instead. Sorry Canada!
Favorite - Russia, Canada, Lithuania - Part 2
anonymous
April 21 2011, 23:29:24 UTC
Well, I hope you're happy, Unsatisfied!Anon. You brought about my very first smutty-ish scene (as meager as it is - everything I know about sex and blowjobs comes from fanfiction, which is not a reliable enough source for me to go into any further detail than I already have, plus I'm still not really comfortable writing smut.), and my first kiss scene. Please tell me what you think. LietLover!Anon, I actually love Canada and Liet equally the most, except on days when I prefer one over the other... not that you could tell from the way I torture them constantly. Anon#3 (Sorry, I couldn't think of anything witty to call you.): I'm glad you enjoyed Part 1. Thank you all for reviewing.
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Surprisingly, Russia moved toward Toris first, ripping the gag off with enough force to send him stumbling backwards, scrabbling to keep his foothold and remain silent. It was close, but Toris managed; counting it as a small victory for the flash of cruel disappointment in Russia's eyes.
“You have a choice, little Litva,” Russia crooned softly, bending to caress Toris' face with a calloused hand. “All you have to do is say the word, and it will all be over.”
Toris pulled away, his eyes wary. He could take whatever punishment Russia dealt him, but this almost-gentle, kindness was like nothing he had seen before.
And then Russia stood, stalking over to where Canada lay curled up on the ground.
“Why so sad, little pet?” Russia asked, with a voice so soft that for a moment Toris might have believed he truly felt something for the sobbing nation at his feet. Only for a moment though, and only if he hadn't seen the predatory expression on his face.
Canada didn't answer, choking back his sobs as he tensed.
“Has the kitten lost its tongue?” Russia crouched in front of Canada, pulling his head up by long, dirty hair. Toris recognized something in his voice and nearly stopped breathing. No! No, no, no. . . . Not here. Not because of him.
“P-Please. . .” Canada stuttered, barely audible from across the room, though he seemed to gain strength with each word. “Where is Toris? What did you do to him?”
Russia's face lit up, and Toris felt his stomach twist in a painful blend of relief and terrified anticipation. Canada was not broken, but Russia's smile, as wide as it was, could only mean pain and humiliation for the younger nation.
“Toris?” then Russia spoke, his voice curious and innocent. “He never left.”
Not even giving Canada time to process his words, Russia pulled him closer, twisting their position so that Toris had a clear view as he forced Canada's lips to meet his. There was no tenderness, no love, merely the cold savagery that Toris knew all too well.
Canada was trembling, keening with terror and pain and confusion. Toris wanted to close his eyes, to look away, but, as Russia's eyes rolled to meet his without breaking the kiss, he realized what Russia had meant.
He could stop this. He could protect Canada's innocence, but at what price? Russia would not give him a gift that large for nothing.
I will take his pretty eyes.
Toris stiffened, suddenly realizing the catch.
Russia giggled, breaking away from the kiss. “Poor little Kanada. Toris can stop this,” his hands moved to the waist of his pants, pulling at the zipper, “all he has to do is ask.”
“T-Toris?” Canada had pulled away and was pressed against the wall, shaking with fear. “Please, Toris!”
Toris knew that those tear-stained eyes must be wide with desperation beneath the blindfold, and hated himself for wishing that Russia hadn't given him such a horrible choice. For wishing that Russia hadn't dumped the guilt and blame for whatever happened to Canada into his lap. Wishing that Canada knew what it would cost for him to stop this cruel game.
Canada's innocence (such a young nation he was, isolated from the horrors of invasion until now) or his eyes. How could Toris make such a decision? Either way, Canada would never be the same.
Russia's pants were off, pooled around his ankles as he pushed Canada into a kneeling position, one hand playing with his bulging erection as the other forced Canada's head back.
Favorite - Russia, Canada, Lithuania - Part 2b
anonymous
April 21 2011, 23:35:11 UTC
The hopeless, desperate cry broke him, and Toris sent an unspoken plea for forgiveness before-
“STOP IT!” It was a strangled scream, as Toris fought the urge to burst into tears himself. His voice cracked, nearly a sob as he begged, “Please sir, don't do it.”
Russia dropped Canada to the ground, the boy's shuddering sobs clear in the sudden silence.
“You wish for me to pluck out his pretty, little eyes instead?”
Toris' gaze darted to where Canada had stilled, realizing what the cost for his rescue was, and then he closed his eyes and nodded.
“I cannot hear you, Litva.”
“Please,” Toris began, his voice little more than a whisper, “take his eyes.” He could not look, his face turned away and his eyes squeezed shut. “Just don't-” what was there to say? “Just don't hurt him.”
Russia laughs, cold and cruel. “And what will you give me in return?”
Toris' face goes blank; he knew what must be done in order to make the sacrifice of Canada's sight more than meaningless. Dropping to his knees - despite the ache in his shoulders as his arms reach the limit of the rope - he tilts his head back, swallowing hard before speaking. “I will take his place.”
“Very good,” Russia cried, like a master praising a well-trained dog. Toris knew that was all he and Canada were; Russia's conquests, his pets. Pawns in his cruel, sick games.
In one final gesture of cruelty, Russia stripped Canada of the blindfold before stepping free of his discarded pants and walking without shame to where Toris waited.
Canada was silent, his eyes brimming with tears as they adjusted to the dim light, and then meeting Toris' gaze with a sad, desperate look.
For a moment Toris was afraid that Canada would argue, would destroy what little Toris had been able to do for him in a misguided attempt to save him, but Canada wasn't stupid.
I'm sorry. Canada mouthed the words, even as his tears overflowed.
Toris just smiled sadly, his gaze forgiving and free of blame. It had been his mistake that had made Russia punish them, and it was his choice to make. He would only hope that Canada would forgive him for the loss of his eyes.
Then Russia was forcing the length of his penis into Toris' mouth, his large hand fisted painfully in Toris' hair. “Suck.”
With Canada's quiet, stifled sobs in the background, Toris obeyed.
There will be at least one more part. And it will be just as horrifying and full of Liet/Canada-torture as the first two, if not more.
Re: Favorite - Russia, Canada, Lithuania - Part 2b
anonymous
April 22 2011, 19:51:11 UTC
Oh you continued! (This is LietLover!Anon, by the way *blushes at the name*) After reading this section, I feel kinda sick...but it's a good thing, I swear! It makes me want to just go over, slap Russia and tell him he's not being nice, and take Canada and Lithuania away from there. He wouldn't hurt me; I have Russian ancestors!
I'm glad Russia needs to be OOC for him to act like this (of course it's not your fault the prompt wanted it) because I personally like considering Russia one of my parental nations (one for each of the nations my ancestors came from plus America) and I don't approve of his behavior here XD
Off to take a run now to burn off this sick feeling! (I think it's fight-or-flight adrenaline, hence making me want to hit Russia, so running should fix it)
It was Toris' fault, for acting without Russia's permission. He had only wanted to reassure the younger nation that he wasn't alone, that the world didn't end for lack of freedom, no matter how much it might seem that way - to give the frightened nation what he wished someone had given him those first terrifying days of his own captivity so long ago. But he hadn't been careful enough, and Russia had found them, his old favorite whispering soft words of comfort to his new favorite in the darkness of the basement.
Russia had seen the tears in Canada's eyes; the way he had clung to Toris without shame, desperate for a kind word and a gentle touch. And somehow, he had known just what to do to hurt both of them where it would sting the most.
Canada had been first, lifted forcefully from Toris' embrace; trembling hands bound behind his back, a rope looped between the wrists and tied to the wall with just enough slack to allow him to stand up or lie down. His eyes had begged Toris, for help? For comfort? For strength? But Toris had done nothing, not even standing as Russia covered those glittering, pleading eyes with thick, dark cloth. He had watched helplessly, burning with shame and anger but knowing that anything he did do would only make things worse for both of them.
“Toris. . .” The hitch in Canada's voice had brought out Russia's smile, cold and sadistic.
“Ssh. I'm here. I won't leave you.” Toris had been unable to stop himself - though he wouldn't take the words back if he could, not when he could see how much Canada needed them now- and Russia had turned on him next. “I won't leave you.”
Russia had gagged him, a filthy rag wedged between his teeth and a quiet threat whispered in his ear with a gleeful voice. “One noise - any noise, and I will take his pretty eyes.”
It had been enough. Russia did not make idle threats and Toris could not bear the thought of being the cause of more of Canada's suffering. So he had quietly gone along, holding his hands still as Russia bound them together behind his back. Fighting pained noises as Russia pulled the ropes too tight. As Russia tied him to the wall opposite Canada with only enough loose rope to crouch, half-sitting or half-standing.
It was a game to Russia, one that only he could win. Even as he left the room with heavy footsteps that had Canada cringing, Toris knew better than to assume that he wouldn't know if Toris spat out the gag or tapped out some quiet message on the stone floor. That would be assuming he had a chance to win the game, an assumption that would only last until Russia proved him wrong.
Toris hated it, watching with helpless eyes as Canada lay on the ground, legs bent to his chest, calling for him in a voice that only grew softer and softer. Hours, days, maybe only minutes passed. It was impossible to tell time in the windowless room. Did it even matter how long he crouched there, not daring to shift his weight for fear of making a noise; listening to Canada's growing desperation by the dim light of a flickering bulb?
But Canada was still young, younger than Toris had been, and though he had been a colony most his life, he had never truly been invaded before. It was no surprise when Canada finally broke, crumpling in on himself, the blindfold dark with tears.
“R-Russia?” His voice cracked, sobs wracking his throat and body.
Toris had felt his chest ache in sympathy, hating Russia as never before. Canada did not speak again, not even as Russia finally returned, his smug smile firmly in place.
He had won.
There may be more at some point in the future, but as of now, this stands alone. I hope it is satisfactory
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I need it like air, now T_T what have you done?
(Yes, I loved it, it was really well written and so sad!)
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D= Now I just made myself sad. Lithuania, I love you! Sorry about thinking about ways to hurt you...
I feel really bad for Canada too, but since Liet's my favorite character, he got focused on instead. Sorry Canada!
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LietLover!Anon, I actually love Canada and Liet equally the most, except on days when I prefer one over the other... not that you could tell from the way I torture them constantly.
Anon#3 (Sorry, I couldn't think of anything witty to call you.): I'm glad you enjoyed Part 1.
Thank you all for reviewing.
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Surprisingly, Russia moved toward Toris first, ripping the gag off with enough force to send him stumbling backwards, scrabbling to keep his foothold and remain silent. It was close, but Toris managed; counting it as a small victory for the flash of cruel disappointment in Russia's eyes.
“You have a choice, little Litva,” Russia crooned softly, bending to caress Toris' face with a calloused hand. “All you have to do is say the word, and it will all be over.”
Toris pulled away, his eyes wary. He could take whatever punishment Russia dealt him, but this almost-gentle, kindness was like nothing he had seen before.
And then Russia stood, stalking over to where Canada lay curled up on the ground.
“Why so sad, little pet?” Russia asked, with a voice so soft that for a moment Toris might have believed he truly felt something for the sobbing nation at his feet. Only for a moment though, and only if he hadn't seen the predatory expression on his face.
Canada didn't answer, choking back his sobs as he tensed.
“Has the kitten lost its tongue?” Russia crouched in front of Canada, pulling his head up by long, dirty hair. Toris recognized something in his voice and nearly stopped breathing. No! No, no, no. . . . Not here. Not because of him.
“P-Please. . .” Canada stuttered, barely audible from across the room, though he seemed to gain strength with each word. “Where is Toris? What did you do to him?”
Russia's face lit up, and Toris felt his stomach twist in a painful blend of relief and terrified anticipation. Canada was not broken, but Russia's smile, as wide as it was, could only mean pain and humiliation for the younger nation.
“Toris?” then Russia spoke, his voice curious and innocent. “He never left.”
Not even giving Canada time to process his words, Russia pulled him closer, twisting their position so that Toris had a clear view as he forced Canada's lips to meet his. There was no tenderness, no love, merely the cold savagery that Toris knew all too well.
Canada was trembling, keening with terror and pain and confusion. Toris wanted to close his eyes, to look away, but, as Russia's eyes rolled to meet his without breaking the kiss, he realized what Russia had meant.
He could stop this. He could protect Canada's innocence, but at what price? Russia would not give him a gift that large for nothing.
I will take his pretty eyes.
Toris stiffened, suddenly realizing the catch.
Russia giggled, breaking away from the kiss. “Poor little Kanada. Toris can stop this,” his hands moved to the waist of his pants, pulling at the zipper, “all he has to do is ask.”
“T-Toris?” Canada had pulled away and was pressed against the wall, shaking with fear. “Please, Toris!”
Toris knew that those tear-stained eyes must be wide with desperation beneath the blindfold, and hated himself for wishing that Russia hadn't given him such a horrible choice. For wishing that Russia hadn't dumped the guilt and blame for whatever happened to Canada into his lap. Wishing that Canada knew what it would cost for him to stop this cruel game.
Canada's innocence (such a young nation he was, isolated from the horrors of invasion until now) or his eyes. How could Toris make such a decision? Either way, Canada would never be the same.
Russia's pants were off, pooled around his ankles as he pushed Canada into a kneeling position, one hand playing with his bulging erection as the other forced Canada's head back.
“Toris?!”
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“STOP IT!” It was a strangled scream, as Toris fought the urge to burst into tears himself. His voice cracked, nearly a sob as he begged, “Please sir, don't do it.”
Russia dropped Canada to the ground, the boy's shuddering sobs clear in the sudden silence.
“You wish for me to pluck out his pretty, little eyes instead?”
Toris' gaze darted to where Canada had stilled, realizing what the cost for his rescue was, and then he closed his eyes and nodded.
“I cannot hear you, Litva.”
“Please,” Toris began, his voice little more than a whisper, “take his eyes.” He could not look, his face turned away and his eyes squeezed shut. “Just don't-” what was there to say? “Just don't hurt him.”
Russia laughs, cold and cruel. “And what will you give me in return?”
Toris' face goes blank; he knew what must be done in order to make the sacrifice of Canada's sight more than meaningless. Dropping to his knees - despite the ache in his shoulders as his arms reach the limit of the rope - he tilts his head back, swallowing hard before speaking. “I will take his place.”
“Very good,” Russia cried, like a master praising a well-trained dog. Toris knew that was all he and Canada were; Russia's conquests, his pets. Pawns in his cruel, sick games.
In one final gesture of cruelty, Russia stripped Canada of the blindfold before stepping free of his discarded pants and walking without shame to where Toris waited.
Canada was silent, his eyes brimming with tears as they adjusted to the dim light, and then meeting Toris' gaze with a sad, desperate look.
For a moment Toris was afraid that Canada would argue, would destroy what little Toris had been able to do for him in a misguided attempt to save him, but Canada wasn't stupid.
I'm sorry. Canada mouthed the words, even as his tears overflowed.
Toris just smiled sadly, his gaze forgiving and free of blame. It had been his mistake that had made Russia punish them, and it was his choice to make. He would only hope that Canada would forgive him for the loss of his eyes.
Then Russia was forcing the length of his penis into Toris' mouth, his large hand fisted painfully in Toris' hair. “Suck.”
With Canada's quiet, stifled sobs in the background, Toris obeyed.
There will be at least one more part. And it will be just as horrifying and full of Liet/Canada-torture as the first two, if not more.
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I'm glad Russia needs to be OOC for him to act like this (of course it's not your fault the prompt wanted it) because I personally like considering Russia one of my parental nations (one for each of the nations my ancestors came from plus America) and I don't approve of his behavior here XD
Off to take a run now to burn off this sick feeling! (I think it's fight-or-flight adrenaline, hence making me want to hit Russia, so running should fix it)
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