[Part 14] Beloved (or, if Nobody Wins, Who Writes History?) - Lithuania/Belarus {5a/14}
anonymous
April 23 2011, 03:17:33 UTC
Her chair is surprisingly heavy. It didn't look that sturdy. Nonetheless, she drags it with her, clenching her fingers on it when the rage and nausea gets too strong.
She finds Toris in the dining room, calmly biting into bread. She throws the chair to the floor, with a crash that makes him jump. “What the hell is this?!”
“Natalya!” He wears his usual concerned and innocent face. “Are you okay?”
“No I'm not fucking okay!” she yells, and she raises her hands defensively when he steps toward her. “There is - fucking come on my chair, okay, and I don't just drag strange men back to my room, so it really should not be there, and - what did you do to me?”
He sighs, as if she is nothing more than a whining child. “Natalya, I didn't do anything to you.”
“Well, sure as hell I wasn't responsible for-”
“Well, yes, I was responsible for that,” he says. “But, as we agreed. I didn't touch you. You're just... beautiful, Natalya. It didn't seem so wrong, just to look at you and... I didn't think you'd even know. You were meant to be asleep.”
Oh god, she really is going to throw up. “Are you crazy?!” she asks, flailing around wildly. “I'm not just some - whore you can use to gratify yourself, okay? Even if you didn't touch me, it is not okay to be sneaking into my room in the middle of the night and using me as some kind of...”
“I don't really see how it makes a difference,” he says flippantly, taking a step towards her. “I mean, the way I feel about you... It would have happened no matter where I was. Does it really change anything that I did it with more than my imagination?”
“Yes,” she says.
“Why?”
She hesitates. She's right, she knows she is, but she's not sure how to answer that question. While she's trying to figure it out, she finds Toris has walked up to her and is now trying to raise a hand to her face gently. “Don't touch me!” she yells, pushing him away.
Toris frowns. Suddenly, he reaches forward and yanks on her hair, hard. “Ow!” she cries, but he keeps her still. When she looks up at him, she sees a smile that would be kind on anyone else.
“Natalya, if it hurts you so badly, I won't do it again.” He caresses her cheek as he says this, and she shudders violently. “I only want you do be happy.”
He kisses her on the forehead, and she almost does vomit. She represses it though, because as much as she would like to cover him with sick it would only anger him (and it would probably get all over her too). He doesn't notice anything, anyway.
“Stay right there,” he says, finally letting her go. “I'll make you some breakfast.”
He walks back into the kitchen, and she wipes at her eyes. She won't cry for him. Angry and frustrated, she kicks the chair she dragged her to the side before grabbing his breakfast and throwing it in the bin.
*
“Miss Belarus? What are you doing?” The two Baltics who aren't Lithuania have walked in, not that she bothers to make eye contact.
“I'm preparing lunch for brother Russia,” she answers quickly, darting over to the other bench. “Leave me alone.”
“I think that's actually our job,” says Estonia.
“N-not to mention, it's only ten in the morning,” says the other one - Latvia - the small one who's always shaking.
“Ten-oh-seven, to be specific.”
She still doesn't look at them. “I want it to be ready early, alright? And other people will just ruin it. Go.”
“Miss Belarus? Are you alright?”
She looks down, and finds her hands are starting to shake on the bowl. And the bowl's contents aren't proper food at all - a lumpy mess; brother Russia would never be impressed by that! “I...” Don't! You want to be good for Big Brother, remember? Make him care for you. Make him protect you.
Estonia sighs and steps forward. “How about you go sit down? We'll make lunch.”
“No!” she shouts. “I - I have to take care of Big Brother, and if it's yours then this is his - him - his job too, and I won't let him...”
Control this. Control me. Win my brother.
Estonia and Latvia seem very, very confused. “Belarus, you really, really should sit down,” says Estonia.
[Part 14] Beloved (or, if Nobody Wins, Who Writes History?) - Lithuania/Belarus {5b/14}
anonymous
April 23 2011, 03:18:41 UTC
“H-how about we make the lunch, and t-tell Russia you did?” suggests Latvia. “I - um - think you're not quite in the state for it.”
She hesitates. She wants so badly to be able to do this for her brother, make things better for him so he'll never have any reason to leave her, but... She can't. Not now. She has no real reason to trust these two, but she decides to anyway.
“Alright,” she says. “Just don't let your brother help if he shows up.”
“He's not our brother,” says Estonia.
“Why?” asks Latvia.
Belarus shakes her head. She won't respond to that. “Do you think there is something else Big Brother would want me to do?”
Estonia and Latvia share a look. “Um... you could try cleaning?” says Estonia.
Re: [Part 14] Beloved (or, if Nobody Wins, Who Writes History?) - Lithuania/Belarus {5b/14}
anonymous
April 24 2011, 15:46:09 UTC
I really love how you've managed to keep Lithuania pretty much in character. I also feel kinda bad because he doesn't seem to realize that what he's doing is wrong. ....and he could've at least cleaned her chair before she woke up!
She finds Toris in the dining room, calmly biting into bread. She throws the chair to the floor, with a crash that makes him jump. “What the hell is this?!”
“Natalya!” He wears his usual concerned and innocent face. “Are you okay?”
“No I'm not fucking okay!” she yells, and she raises her hands defensively when he steps toward her. “There is - fucking come on my chair, okay, and I don't just drag strange men back to my room, so it really should not be there, and - what did you do to me?”
He sighs, as if she is nothing more than a whining child. “Natalya, I didn't do anything to you.”
“Well, sure as hell I wasn't responsible for-”
“Well, yes, I was responsible for that,” he says. “But, as we agreed. I didn't touch you. You're just... beautiful, Natalya. It didn't seem so wrong, just to look at you and... I didn't think you'd even know. You were meant to be asleep.”
Oh god, she really is going to throw up. “Are you crazy?!” she asks, flailing around wildly. “I'm not just some - whore you can use to gratify yourself, okay? Even if you didn't touch me, it is not okay to be sneaking into my room in the middle of the night and using me as some kind of...”
“I don't really see how it makes a difference,” he says flippantly, taking a step towards her. “I mean, the way I feel about you... It would have happened no matter where I was. Does it really change anything that I did it with more than my imagination?”
“Yes,” she says.
“Why?”
She hesitates. She's right, she knows she is, but she's not sure how to answer that question. While she's trying to figure it out, she finds Toris has walked up to her and is now trying to raise a hand to her face gently. “Don't touch me!” she yells, pushing him away.
Toris frowns. Suddenly, he reaches forward and yanks on her hair, hard. “Ow!” she cries, but he keeps her still. When she looks up at him, she sees a smile that would be kind on anyone else.
“Natalya, if it hurts you so badly, I won't do it again.” He caresses her cheek as he says this, and she shudders violently. “I only want you do be happy.”
He kisses her on the forehead, and she almost does vomit. She represses it though, because as much as she would like to cover him with sick it would only anger him (and it would probably get all over her too). He doesn't notice anything, anyway.
“Stay right there,” he says, finally letting her go. “I'll make you some breakfast.”
He walks back into the kitchen, and she wipes at her eyes. She won't cry for him. Angry and frustrated, she kicks the chair she dragged her to the side before grabbing his breakfast and throwing it in the bin.
*
“Miss Belarus? What are you doing?” The two Baltics who aren't Lithuania have walked in, not that she bothers to make eye contact.
“I'm preparing lunch for brother Russia,” she answers quickly, darting over to the other bench. “Leave me alone.”
“I think that's actually our job,” says Estonia.
“N-not to mention, it's only ten in the morning,” says the other one - Latvia - the small one who's always shaking.
“Ten-oh-seven, to be specific.”
She still doesn't look at them. “I want it to be ready early, alright? And other people will just ruin it. Go.”
“Miss Belarus? Are you alright?”
She looks down, and finds her hands are starting to shake on the bowl. And the bowl's contents aren't proper food at all - a lumpy mess; brother Russia would never be impressed by that! “I...” Don't! You want to be good for Big Brother, remember? Make him care for you. Make him protect you.
Estonia sighs and steps forward. “How about you go sit down? We'll make lunch.”
“No!” she shouts. “I - I have to take care of Big Brother, and if it's yours then this is his - him - his job too, and I won't let him...”
Control this. Control me. Win my brother.
Estonia and Latvia seem very, very confused. “Belarus, you really, really should sit down,” says Estonia.
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She hesitates. She wants so badly to be able to do this for her brother, make things better for him so he'll never have any reason to leave her, but... She can't. Not now. She has no real reason to trust these two, but she decides to anyway.
“Alright,” she says. “Just don't let your brother help if he shows up.”
“He's not our brother,” says Estonia.
“Why?” asks Latvia.
Belarus shakes her head. She won't respond to that. “Do you think there is something else Big Brother would want me to do?”
Estonia and Latvia share a look. “Um... you could try cleaning?” says Estonia.
Bela, Bela, beautiful Bela, Bela, Bela, more, Bela.
“No.”
The two look at each other again. Idiots, they don't understand anything. “Miss Belarus, you're - you're shaking again.”
The spatula in her hand is quivering and getting bits of dough on her. She tosses it aside. “Well, start then,” she says before storming out.
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