It had been a few months now, since the Partitions, and Lithuania was beginning to learn.
He had learned more and more of Russian, though each word still tasted acidic on his tongue. He had learned just how much sarcasm he could get away with when he said “Yes, Russia, sir” and not risk a beating. He still couldn’t predict Russia’s deadly mood swings, but he thought he was beginning to learn what signs to look for, and he’d grown to accept that they were something that would happen sooner or later no matter how hard he tried to avoid them.
So when he woke up tied to a chair, he wasn’t sure what to expect, but he wasn’t as shocked as he would have been when he was taken away to begin with.
Testing his range of motion, he didn’t find much worth talking about-he could move the trunk of his body a bit, if he wanted, but that didn’t seem likely to serve him much. He was only really unrestrained from the shoulders up, so he took advantage of that to look around.
Russia’s bedroom, he noticed first-it wasn’t as familiar as his own room or the kitchens or his brothers’ rooms, but he’d cleaned it enough times to recognize the the opulent fur rugs, the details of the embroidery on the blankets that covered the bed nearby, the palatial window nearby with its dark curtains drawn closed.
The second thing he noticed was that he was alone.
“Russia?” he asked, when the sound of his own breathing began to become too much. Had he just been left here? Was that Russia’s game this time? “Sir?”
There was no answer.
Seconds lapsed into minutes, and Lithuania had no way of telling how many of those passed until he heard the noise, distant at first, but growing closer and more cacophonous quickly.
He couldn’t make out the words, but after a moment, he grew certain that it was a voice. Russia’s? No. Not his brothers’, either-it wasn’t shaky enough to be Raivis, and he couldn’t imagine Eduard losing his control so much, so who…
It hit him in the gut like a fist, just before the door opened and the words became clear. No…
“-to fucking God, like, let me go or I’ll totally mess you-Liet?”
He had learned more and more of Russian, though each word still tasted acidic on his tongue. He had learned just how much sarcasm he could get away with when he said “Yes, Russia, sir” and not risk a beating. He still couldn’t predict Russia’s deadly mood swings, but he thought he was beginning to learn what signs to look for, and he’d grown to accept that they were something that would happen sooner or later no matter how hard he tried to avoid them.
So when he woke up tied to a chair, he wasn’t sure what to expect, but he wasn’t as shocked as he would have been when he was taken away to begin with.
Testing his range of motion, he didn’t find much worth talking about-he could move the trunk of his body a bit, if he wanted, but that didn’t seem likely to serve him much. He was only really unrestrained from the shoulders up, so he took advantage of that to look around.
Russia’s bedroom, he noticed first-it wasn’t as familiar as his own room or the kitchens or his brothers’ rooms, but he’d cleaned it enough times to recognize the the opulent fur rugs, the details of the embroidery on the blankets that covered the bed nearby, the palatial window nearby with its dark curtains drawn closed.
The second thing he noticed was that he was alone.
“Russia?” he asked, when the sound of his own breathing began to become too much. Had he just been left here? Was that Russia’s game this time? “Sir?”
There was no answer.
Seconds lapsed into minutes, and Lithuania had no way of telling how many of those passed until he heard the noise, distant at first, but growing closer and more cacophonous quickly.
He couldn’t make out the words, but after a moment, he grew certain that it was a voice. Russia’s? No. Not his brothers’, either-it wasn’t shaky enough to be Raivis, and he couldn’t imagine Eduard losing his control so much, so who…
It hit him in the gut like a fist, just before the door opened and the words became clear. No…
“-to fucking God, like, let me go or I’ll totally mess you-Liet?”
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