[Part 14] Beloved (or, if Nobody Wins, Who Writes History?) - Lithuania/Belarus {11b/14}
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June 10 2011, 12:18:13 UTC
That last bit was meant to be "11a". >_> - An overwhelming wave of anger and illness suddenly crushes through her. This was - the one decent thing he ever did, to give her some kind of freedom, and now... “But that's not fair!” she cries like a child. “I didn't do anything wrong!”
“But you would have if you'd known. You'd have wanted Russia to take you away. Idiot.”
His smile is affectionate again, and she has to avert her eyes. That's not wrong, she tells herself, but nothing will come of telling him that. “...I thought you wanted me to be happy,” she says, looking back at him cautiously.
He looks at her blankly. “I want you to be happy with me. You'll understand one day.”
He walks out the door, locking it behind himself. She collapses on the floor, too tired to keep fighting when he's not even here. Suddenly the emotions start to sink in, because Ivan-
Oh god, Brother was here and he could have saved her, and Katyusha too no doubt, she was so close to getting out of here and she didn't even know until it was too late. It's too late.
Tears start prickling and she closes her eyes. Don't be pathetic. It happened and it's a disappointment and she must move on, live in this, like she has done for the last four fucking hundred years.
But for now, she lies in a dark, cold stone cell without even a bed, and pretends its not too late and her brother will come rescue her soon.
*
She hears a hissing from the bathroom off in the left wing, far too close to her brother's house, and morbidly curious ventures in.
What she finds is none too unexpected. Lithuania, shirtless and covered in fresh wounds upon the back, which have torn open semi-healed scars too. He is clumsily trying to apply some lotion, tears welling in his eyes from the pain. Weak.
“Belarus,” he says, catching her by surprise. He smiles stupidly. “What's a girl like you doing in a place like this?”
“I heard a hissing in here. If an animal died, the smell would be around for weeks.”
“Ah.”
“What happened?”
“Russia. As always.”
She nods. Her face remains blank.
“You're not surprised?”
“No.” She understands perfectly well why her beloved Brother would want to make this bastard suffer. “I've seen things before. I've had to get the blood out of your clothes. What do I have to be surprised about?”
He looks back at the mirror. “But he's never done anything like this to you, right?”
“No. Why would he?”
The blood seeps down his back, making its own pretty little trails. “I don't know. Why do you think he does it to me?”
She can't hold it back. “You deserve it.”
She can see his cringing in the mirror. She could almost say the blood starts to run faster at her words, although she's not sure that's actually possible. Pathetic. She refuses to feel guilty for causing him more suffering - this is Lithuania, and what she says is truth. He deserves everything Russia does to him, everything she could do to him, and more besides.
“Oh,” he says, struggling to keep his tone light. He sounds like he'll cry as soon as she's not here to listen. “Then I suppose I can't convince you to help me with the wounds?”
“Do you think you can trick me again?!” she asks with a furious snarl, trying to fight off the wave of nausea that comes when she imagines it, having to touch his bare skin and help him... “No. This is one thing you will simply have to deal with yourself; I don't concern myself with the plight of animals.”
She runs out of the room and into the middle hallway. She knows Russia is hiding under the floorboards there tonight, and she won't try and get him out for now, but she has to feel close to him just for a few minutes so she doesn't throw up.
-
An overwhelming wave of anger and illness suddenly crushes through her. This was - the one decent thing he ever did, to give her some kind of freedom, and now... “But that's not fair!” she cries like a child. “I didn't do anything wrong!”
“But you would have if you'd known. You'd have wanted Russia to take you away. Idiot.”
His smile is affectionate again, and she has to avert her eyes. That's not wrong, she tells herself, but nothing will come of telling him that. “...I thought you wanted me to be happy,” she says, looking back at him cautiously.
He looks at her blankly. “I want you to be happy with me. You'll understand one day.”
He walks out the door, locking it behind himself. She collapses on the floor, too tired to keep fighting when he's not even here. Suddenly the emotions start to sink in, because Ivan-
Oh god, Brother was here and he could have saved her, and Katyusha too no doubt, she was so close to getting out of here and she didn't even know until it was too late. It's too late.
Tears start prickling and she closes her eyes. Don't be pathetic. It happened and it's a disappointment and she must move on, live in this, like she has done for the last four fucking hundred years.
But for now, she lies in a dark, cold stone cell without even a bed, and pretends its not too late and her brother will come rescue her soon.
*
She hears a hissing from the bathroom off in the left wing, far too close to her brother's house, and morbidly curious ventures in.
What she finds is none too unexpected. Lithuania, shirtless and covered in fresh wounds upon the back, which have torn open semi-healed scars too. He is clumsily trying to apply some lotion, tears welling in his eyes from the pain. Weak.
“Belarus,” he says, catching her by surprise. He smiles stupidly. “What's a girl like you doing in a place like this?”
“I heard a hissing in here. If an animal died, the smell would be around for weeks.”
“Ah.”
“What happened?”
“Russia. As always.”
She nods. Her face remains blank.
“You're not surprised?”
“No.” She understands perfectly well why her beloved Brother would want to make this bastard suffer. “I've seen things before. I've had to get the blood out of your clothes. What do I have to be surprised about?”
He looks back at the mirror. “But he's never done anything like this to you, right?”
“No. Why would he?”
The blood seeps down his back, making its own pretty little trails. “I don't know. Why do you think he does it to me?”
She can't hold it back. “You deserve it.”
She can see his cringing in the mirror. She could almost say the blood starts to run faster at her words, although she's not sure that's actually possible. Pathetic. She refuses to feel guilty for causing him more suffering - this is Lithuania, and what she says is truth. He deserves everything Russia does to him, everything she could do to him, and more besides.
“Oh,” he says, struggling to keep his tone light. He sounds like he'll cry as soon as she's not here to listen. “Then I suppose I can't convince you to help me with the wounds?”
“Do you think you can trick me again?!” she asks with a furious snarl, trying to fight off the wave of nausea that comes when she imagines it, having to touch his bare skin and help him... “No. This is one thing you will simply have to deal with yourself; I don't concern myself with the plight of animals.”
She runs out of the room and into the middle hallway. She knows Russia is hiding under the floorboards there tonight, and she won't try and get him out for now, but she has to feel close to him just for a few minutes so she doesn't throw up.
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....Russia hiding under the floorboards.... XD
Happy to see more of this story. It's really a fascinating one.
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