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anonymous
January 8 2009, 04:11:09 UTC
June 15, 1940, Lithuania was overrun by the Red Army. Approximately 35,000 - 40,000 of the city inhabitants were arrested by the NKVD and sent to gulags at that time. July 21, declared Soviet rule. Which is only a small bit of what happened, but you get the setting and the feelings involved. ^^
Late July, 1940, and the Soviets were already in control. In addition to the 20,000 troops that had come along as a condition for the return of is beloved capitol, Lithuania had suffered an unfair monopoly of elections, and the arrest of tens of thousands to be sent to gulags. How did they expect to have a fair election with this much threat behind the officially 'approved' ballots? The government hadn't yet finished moving to Kaunas for safety when the Russians came in full force. All of the options led to one place, and it was the place that they all least wanted to go. At the same time, some of his people were swayed by fear of the Germans who were practically at their doorstep. So much for the friendship they'd shared-Germany's boss was impatient and forceful. And for that matter, so was Russia's.
And so it was that Lithuania was once again doing the menial task of a servant-carrying tea to Russia. Only that this time it was in his own home, which was overrun with Russian soldiers. They were all taller than he was-something that endlessly nagged at the more petite brunette's mind. And they all carried the same smug smile whenever he passed them, too. Liet carefully kept his seething pride inside, telling himself that they knew no better. It was while he was busy thinking such thoughts that he missed the childish move that one of the men made as he tried to edge past them-catching his foot on the outstretched ankle of a soldier. With a surprised yelp, he tried to regain his footing-or at least save his poor teapot from crashing to the floor. But the tray struck another soldier's elbow, and it flipped over completely, splashing the amber-colored liquid everywhere. Several men who had been sitting nearby were splashed by the steaming tea, which had also spilled across the back of Lithuania's hand.
They jumped up with their own cries of indignation and shock, shaking scalded limbs-One soldier's arm, another's leg, someone's hand... Lithuania caught himself from falling flat on his face by catching himself with his hands, down on his knees. Many of the soldiers laughed, but more of them seemed angry. “The hell was that for?!” One of the burned soldiers demanded, glaring down at the small nation. Lithuania looked up, raising to stand slowly. He spoke calmly,
“I'm sorry, it wasn't my intention to-”
“What kind of attitude of that?” A soldier from behind hissed. Green eyes turned on the man, thinly veiled anger behind them. The soldier was unperturbed, “I saw you, you practically threw that tray at them!”
“That's not true!” Lithuania protested hotly. “I wouldn't-!”
“Some thanks this is!” Another man shouted. “We come in here to protect you all and this is how you treat us?” At the word 'protect', Liet felt his rare temper raising. These men had no idea who they were dealing with. You can't treat a nation with such little respect!
“Now, listen here,” He tried to tell them in a calm and yet wavering voice. They soldiers mistook the waver for fear, and they closed in like polar bears on a rabbit.
“Trying to tell us we're not welcome?” “Yeah, are you insulting us?” “I'm burned, just how are you going to take responsibility for this?”
Lithuania's head turned at each new voice, his mouth working to come up with an answer. He rose his hands in defense, anxious to avoid a confrontation. However, he had to take a step forward as he was shoved from behind. He was honestly so shocked that he bumped into the front of a man who moved directly in front of him. The man gave his shoulder a push from the front. “Ah, stop that-!”
“This nation has no manners.” Nudge. “You're telling me! It's people are all weak!” Shove. “And it's full of Poles around here, too.” Bump. “Tell me about it! It's so bad, even the Jews are running to us for help!”
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anonymous
January 8 2009, 04:14:00 UTC
Oh, now that was a sore subject. Lithuania righted himself, and he seized the wrist of the man who had spoken before his hand could touch him. Without meaning to, he squeezed. The soldier, easily five inches taller then the slender brunette and double his weight, gave a grunt of pain.
“What seems to be happening here, comrades~?” An all too familiar voice rang out over the heads of those gathered. All faces turned towards the doorway, and the men parted like the red sea. Violet eyes closed in on their target-and one ash blond eyebrow rose. It was then that Lithuania realized that the hold he'd had on the man's wrist had tightened, and he let go swiftly.
“Oh, I'm sorr-!”
“Der'mo,” The man cried, cradling his injured wrist. “I think he broke it!” A murmur started up around them, and Liet shook his head quickly,
“N-nonsense, let me see...!” His reaching hand was shied away from, the man's face a bit pale.
“Yeah, and look at this burn!” One of the men who had gotten tea on him had rolled up his sleeve to reveal the red flesh-first degree at worst. The other man rolled up his pant leg to show much the same on his shin, proclaiming the same.
“That was not my fault!” Lithuania protested, though strain was showing in his voice now. The soldiers all began to speak, giving their personalized accounts of the events at the same time. They all grew silent as Russia raised his hand, until not even a whisper was heard. Russia took in the men's superficial injuries, and the shattered pot and spilled tea on the floor. Slowly, he lifted his eyes to meet Lithuania's.
“Toris,” He nearly cooed, “Is it true that you spilled the tea on our comrades?” He asked softly. Liet swallowed,
“Yes, but-”
“Ah-ah-ah.” The blond waved his hand as he began to step closer. Lithuania closed his mouth, and he would have taken a step backwards if it wouldn't have sent him bumping into a man behind him. “And did you hurt Vladislav's wrist?”
“That was an accident.” Liet professed, unable to turn his gaze from those clouded violet eyes.
“Ah, but you did these things, yes?” Russia was close enough now to tower over the smaller nation, and he set a heavy hand on his shoulder. Slowly, stiffly, Lithuania nodded. Then he began to speak in hurried tones,
“But they tripped me! And then they shoved me around like I was a... a...” A common servant, and not the nation that I am, he thought.
“Shoved...” For an instant, there was a spark of something in Russia's eyes. The grip on Liet's shoulder tightened unawares, and his gaze went sideways to his men. Ah, but no, he couldn't be possessive now. If the times weren't as crucial as they were now, and if they were at home in Russia instead of here in Lithuania's house, he might have punished his soldiers for treating his favorite so carelessly. But these men had to stay here, their base resided here. They had to know they didn't have to fear what they 'protected'. He shook his head, grip loosening again. “Ah, no no, those are excuses, Toris~.” He replied at last-and Liet tensed while the Russian soldiers seemed to breath in relief. “You've hurt my men, and for that... you must be punished.” The tone of the larger nation's voice was all too light for the words that he had just spoken-words that sent a jolt of fear through Lithuania's heart. As if this was all a game for the tall blond, and maybe it was.
“No, Ivan-san...!” The brunette shook his head, but the sound of the soldiers calling out their approval was louder than his quiet protest.
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anonymous
January 8 2009, 04:18:07 UTC
“Comrades,” Russia nearly sang, “Bring me a chair, will you?” Several men scrambled off, eager to obey. They carried back a chair in no time, a wooden chair with a low back and sturdy legs on it. Lithuania recognized it as one of his favorite hand-carved pieces of furniture, given to him many ears ago by his people. As irony began to set in, Russia's gloved fingers seized his chin, turning it and tilting it up to meet his eyes. “Well, Toris... You have two choices.” He said in a matter-of-fact tone. “You can go over my knee like a naughty child,” The men laughed and jeered at this, and Liet's cheeks burned hot with color, “Or~...” The pause brought quiet again, wide smiles on all the soldier's faces, while Lithuania's heart pounded in his throat. “You can take your punishment like a true soldier-standing, and with my belt.” A second round of raised voices, each man having his own opinion on which option that the small nation should choose.
Punishment like this was nothing new to Lithuania. Not the options, not the game-like way that they were given, and not the severity or the unfairness. The only difference was that Russia was fully ready to do this in front of his men. Tears burned at the corners of Liet's emerald eyes, but he refused to let them fall. He hardened his resolve, his voice quiet, but as even as he could make it. “Th... The belt.” He refused to be treated like a child in front of these barbaric men. A mix of cheers went up-some of the soldiers actually congratulating the lithe brunette on his bravery, while the rest of them groaned in disappointment. Russia smiled wide-it was likely that it mattered little to him what choice Liet had made.
“Very well. Bend over the back, then. Oh, and Toris~,” He let go of his chin to tap his cheek. “Don't let your hands lift from the seat, or I'll have to start over~.” Russia warned. Lithuania nodded stubbornly, moving over to the chair. He did his best to shut out the now quieter, but still very present voices of the soldiers around him. The back of the chair came up to his hips, and he folded at the waist to bend over it, palms flat on the cool solid wood of the varnished seat. He could hear Russia's coat rustling as he opened it, and the tell-tale jingle of his belt being undone.
“What, he gets to keep his pants on?” One soldier-the one with the wounded wrist asked. Russia smiled, his voice calm.
“Now now comrade, he's one of us now, remember? So unless you'd like the same kind of treatment...” He led off, as several men shook their heads. “Good.” He folded the long, thick leather belt. Standing to the side of the brunette, he gripped the end of it firmly. “Twenty sounds about right... Comrades, you can count. Are you ready, Toris?” Russia asked in a voice that hinted that he was about to indulge in his favorite past time.
“Yes.” Lithuania said firmly, a bit louder than he meant.
Crack! The belt landed across Lithuania's upper thighs with a powerfully stinging lash. “Ondo!” The men chanted, as if cheering for another round of drinks. Liet closed his eyes, lips falling slack to control his breathing as the second lash was laid, square across his supple cheeks. The material between the belt and his skin did little to nothing against the sting, and the burn that followed. “Dva!” But the next last was laid almost before they finished the word, in the same place as the second. Lithuania rose his heels off of the ground, fingers curling into the seat-but he didn't lift them. “Tri-chetyre!” The fourth blow had landed across the sensitive underside of the brunette's backside, evicting a pained groan from his lips at last.
As the blows continued to rain down without mercy, it was obvious to the small nation that Russia was putting on a show. Each dreadfully painful lash was given with a full swing of his arm-not a half-hearted and stinging lash as he might have given otherwise. Though the ash-blond man loved to tease Liet, he seemed to dislike causing him true pain most of the time.
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anonymous
January 8 2009, 04:22:12 UTC
The pain alone as they reached-“Desyat,”-ten, was not normally enough to cause the stubborn brunette's tears to fall. However, it was the added strength to the lashes, as well as the knowledge that his shameful and undeserved punishment was being watched by all of these foreign soldiers, that caused the first hot streaks of tears to race down his flushed cheeks.
Smack, snap, crack, “Trinadtsat!” The men all chanted. Some of them were actually sobered by the sight of Lithuania's expressions-the seemingly fragile man who had so carelessly nearly broken their comrade's wrist reduced to tears. In his head, the brunette was counting along-silently in his own language, keturiolika, penkiolika, šešiolika-Ah, almost finished! But he was sobbing silently now, tears dropping onto the closed fists on the seat of the chair as his body jerked at each new blow-as they were all overlapping by now. He'd risen completely onto his toes now, back arched and each breath either a sharp gasp or a low whimper. From the top of his ass to half-way down his thighs, a stinging fire was burning. Liet felt as if he was stuck in limbo, praying for it to end. An finally, finally, “Dvadstat!”
The room fell silent, save for the sound of Ivan's panting breath and Lithuania's quiet sobs and groans of misery. Liet's legs were trembling now, as if they could barely hold him up, and his arms weren't much better. His nails had dug small crescents into his palms, and they stung as he slowly unfolded his hands. But he wouldn't stand, not until he was given permission. After a moment, Russia spoke. “There, you see? He's been punished, like any bad boy.” The folded belt was pointed towards his men. “And any of you comrades can expect the same, if you misbehave.” To this, every man present gave a shudder, nodding to their leader. “Good~.” Russia cooed again. “Now, run along. I think Toris needs some time to himself, to think so that this doesn't happen again.”
The men left, filing out of the room as if they suddenly remembered that they were needed elsewhere-and quickly. After they had all gone, the expected touch came. A heavy hand on his shoulder, ordering the brunette to stand. Lithuania was turned around, and pulled into a tight hug. “Oh Toris,” Russia's voice lamented, “Why did you force my hand like that? What else was I supposed to do?” He wondered as he pet his favorite Baltic's hair gently, as if to calm him. The belt was on the floor, forgotten. Liet's fingers curled into Russia's coat, and he let his tears fall freely. “Shh, shhh, I know...” Russia soothed. He untangled one of Lithuania's hands from his coat, raising it to his cool lips for a kiss, right over the slight burn. “Don't go near them, Toris. Don't go near anyone but me... I can't protect you if you're not beside me, after all. They don't matter to me-not like you.” The arm about Liet's shoulders was tight.
That's the problem. Lithuania thought sadly. Russia cared not for how many men he threw into the fires of war, as long as he obtained what he wanted. He didn't care for the men that he slaughtered either-Lithuania's children, his people. As long as he obtained the person in his arms, he was content. Humans were temporary, and sacrifices had to be made. This is what Russia's bosses and history had taught him. It was painful to be held by a man who wanted only you, but who could disregard your every thought on the matter. Yet if it wasn't for Russia, he doubted he'd be able to stand right now, and he would be without Vilnius... As much as he hated to admit it, he was afraid. Afraid of the war that was coming fast, and what it would do to his already battered home.
He wasn't safe with Russia, but right now, he wasn't safe without him either. It was all he could do to cling to the taller man's coat, and accept what comfort was being given.
I wanted to fit in smutt, but I got too busy! Liet!anon is Sorry! x.x
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anonymous
January 8 2009, 18:28:43 UTC
I knew it, the great RussiaLiet Author!anon has struk again (unless I'm mistaken and you are not that RussiaLiet Author!anon who has written a buch of stories for the pairing.) You spoil us Lithuania fans too much and we love you for it.
Ah, ,Toris, poor brave abused Toris. How we love thee and enjoy thy suffering at Russia's hand! :)= I particularly liked the historical detail and the fact that the Russian soldiers were as sadistic as him. Lithuania was absolutely in character, the way he tried to be polite yet stand up for himself at the same time. Ivan of course, was the best, nice and evil and caring and frightening all at once. I enjoyed reading how even his own bully soldiers were afraid of him.
There aren't enough sunflowers in the world to give you as thanks for writing this. It's my OTP and I just can't get enough of the two of them in such settings. Thank you so much for the great job.
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anonymous
January 8 2009, 23:22:32 UTC
Yes, I'm one and the same bum whose written a good eight stories with Liet now (as linked on 'invisible restraints'). ^^ I'm in love with historical detail so much I find it hard to begin a fic without knowing where it takes place. And I love being able to write Toris as strong-willed as I believe him to be. And Ivan, well he has a habit of disregarding people for his boss, or what he wants (kept the Winter War going despite losses, and well, 1905). So I imagine he's both revered and feared. It's my OTP as well (obviously X3) and I never tire of writing settings like this! ... As sadistic as that mat be >3>
Re: All for Show 4/4
anonymous
February 12 2009, 20:21:06 UTC
I've never really liked Russia/Liet much, but this made me REALLY START TO LIKE IT. I'm going to go around to read some more of this now. I thought that this was really, really good!
June 15, 1940, Lithuania was overrun by the Red Army. Approximately 35,000 - 40,000 of the city inhabitants were arrested by the NKVD and sent to gulags at that time. July 21, declared Soviet rule. Which is only a small bit of what happened, but you get the setting and the feelings involved. ^^
Late July, 1940, and the Soviets were already in control. In addition to the 20,000 troops that had come along as a condition for the return of is beloved capitol, Lithuania had suffered an unfair monopoly of elections, and the arrest of tens of thousands to be sent to gulags. How did they expect to have a fair election with this much threat behind the officially 'approved' ballots? The government hadn't yet finished moving to Kaunas for safety when the Russians came in full force. All of the options led to one place, and it was the place that they all least wanted to go. At the same time, some of his people were swayed by fear of the Germans who were practically at their doorstep. So much for the friendship they'd shared-Germany's boss was impatient and forceful. And for that matter, so was Russia's.
And so it was that Lithuania was once again doing the menial task of a servant-carrying tea to Russia. Only that this time it was in his own home, which was overrun with Russian soldiers. They were all taller than he was-something that endlessly nagged at the more petite brunette's mind. And they all carried the same smug smile whenever he passed them, too. Liet carefully kept his seething pride inside, telling himself that they knew no better. It was while he was busy thinking such thoughts that he missed the childish move that one of the men made as he tried to edge past them-catching his foot on the outstretched ankle of a soldier. With a surprised yelp, he tried to regain his footing-or at least save his poor teapot from crashing to the floor. But the tray struck another soldier's elbow, and it flipped over completely, splashing the amber-colored liquid everywhere. Several men who had been sitting nearby were splashed by the steaming tea, which had also spilled across the back of Lithuania's hand.
They jumped up with their own cries of indignation and shock, shaking scalded limbs-One soldier's arm, another's leg, someone's hand... Lithuania caught himself from falling flat on his face by catching himself with his hands, down on his knees. Many of the soldiers laughed, but more of them seemed angry. “The hell was that for?!” One of the burned soldiers demanded, glaring down at the small nation. Lithuania looked up, raising to stand slowly. He spoke calmly,
“I'm sorry, it wasn't my intention to-”
“What kind of attitude of that?” A soldier from behind hissed. Green eyes turned on the man, thinly veiled anger behind them. The soldier was unperturbed, “I saw you, you practically threw that tray at them!”
“That's not true!” Lithuania protested hotly. “I wouldn't-!”
“Some thanks this is!” Another man shouted. “We come in here to protect you all and this is how you treat us?” At the word 'protect', Liet felt his rare temper raising. These men had no idea who they were dealing with. You can't treat a nation with such little respect!
“Now, listen here,” He tried to tell them in a calm and yet wavering voice. They soldiers mistook the waver for fear, and they closed in like polar bears on a rabbit.
“Trying to tell us we're not welcome?”
“Yeah, are you insulting us?”
“I'm burned, just how are you going to take responsibility for this?”
Lithuania's head turned at each new voice, his mouth working to come up with an answer. He rose his hands in defense, anxious to avoid a confrontation. However, he had to take a step forward as he was shoved from behind. He was honestly so shocked that he bumped into the front of a man who moved directly in front of him. The man gave his shoulder a push from the front. “Ah, stop that-!”
“This nation has no manners.” Nudge.
“You're telling me! It's people are all weak!” Shove.
“And it's full of Poles around here, too.” Bump.
“Tell me about it! It's so bad, even the Jews are running to us for help!”
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“What seems to be happening here, comrades~?” An all too familiar voice rang out over the heads of those gathered. All faces turned towards the doorway, and the men parted like the red sea. Violet eyes closed in on their target-and one ash blond eyebrow rose. It was then that Lithuania realized that the hold he'd had on the man's wrist had tightened, and he let go swiftly.
“Oh, I'm sorr-!”
“Der'mo,” The man cried, cradling his injured wrist. “I think he broke it!” A murmur started up around them, and Liet shook his head quickly,
“N-nonsense, let me see...!” His reaching hand was shied away from, the man's face a bit pale.
“Yeah, and look at this burn!” One of the men who had gotten tea on him had rolled up his sleeve to reveal the red flesh-first degree at worst. The other man rolled up his pant leg to show much the same on his shin, proclaiming the same.
“That was not my fault!” Lithuania protested, though strain was showing in his voice now. The soldiers all began to speak, giving their personalized accounts of the events at the same time. They all grew silent as Russia raised his hand, until not even a whisper was heard. Russia took in the men's superficial injuries, and the shattered pot and spilled tea on the floor. Slowly, he lifted his eyes to meet Lithuania's.
“Toris,” He nearly cooed, “Is it true that you spilled the tea on our comrades?” He asked softly. Liet swallowed,
“Yes, but-”
“Ah-ah-ah.” The blond waved his hand as he began to step closer. Lithuania closed his mouth, and he would have taken a step backwards if it wouldn't have sent him bumping into a man behind him. “And did you hurt Vladislav's wrist?”
“That was an accident.” Liet professed, unable to turn his gaze from those clouded violet eyes.
“Ah, but you did these things, yes?” Russia was close enough now to tower over the smaller nation, and he set a heavy hand on his shoulder. Slowly, stiffly, Lithuania nodded. Then he began to speak in hurried tones,
“But they tripped me! And then they shoved me around like I was a... a...” A common servant, and not the nation that I am, he thought.
“Shoved...” For an instant, there was a spark of something in Russia's eyes. The grip on Liet's shoulder tightened unawares, and his gaze went sideways to his men. Ah, but no, he couldn't be possessive now. If the times weren't as crucial as they were now, and if they were at home in Russia instead of here in Lithuania's house, he might have punished his soldiers for treating his favorite so carelessly. But these men had to stay here, their base resided here. They had to know they didn't have to fear what they 'protected'. He shook his head, grip loosening again. “Ah, no no, those are excuses, Toris~.” He replied at last-and Liet tensed while the Russian soldiers seemed to breath in relief. “You've hurt my men, and for that... you must be punished.” The tone of the larger nation's voice was all too light for the words that he had just spoken-words that sent a jolt of fear through Lithuania's heart. As if this was all a game for the tall blond, and maybe it was.
“No, Ivan-san...!” The brunette shook his head, but the sound of the soldiers calling out their approval was louder than his quiet protest.
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Punishment like this was nothing new to Lithuania. Not the options, not the game-like way that they were given, and not the severity or the unfairness. The only difference was that Russia was fully ready to do this in front of his men. Tears burned at the corners of Liet's emerald eyes, but he refused to let them fall. He hardened his resolve, his voice quiet, but as even as he could make it. “Th... The belt.” He refused to be treated like a child in front of these barbaric men. A mix of cheers went up-some of the soldiers actually congratulating the lithe brunette on his bravery, while the rest of them groaned in disappointment. Russia smiled wide-it was likely that it mattered little to him what choice Liet had made.
“Very well. Bend over the back, then. Oh, and Toris~,” He let go of his chin to tap his cheek. “Don't let your hands lift from the seat, or I'll have to start over~.” Russia warned. Lithuania nodded stubbornly, moving over to the chair. He did his best to shut out the now quieter, but still very present voices of the soldiers around him. The back of the chair came up to his hips, and he folded at the waist to bend over it, palms flat on the cool solid wood of the varnished seat. He could hear Russia's coat rustling as he opened it, and the tell-tale jingle of his belt being undone.
“What, he gets to keep his pants on?” One soldier-the one with the wounded wrist asked. Russia smiled, his voice calm.
“Now now comrade, he's one of us now, remember? So unless you'd like the same kind of treatment...” He led off, as several men shook their heads. “Good.” He folded the long, thick leather belt. Standing to the side of the brunette, he gripped the end of it firmly. “Twenty sounds about right... Comrades, you can count. Are you ready, Toris?” Russia asked in a voice that hinted that he was about to indulge in his favorite past time.
“Yes.” Lithuania said firmly, a bit louder than he meant.
Crack! The belt landed across Lithuania's upper thighs with a powerfully stinging lash. “Ondo!” The men chanted, as if cheering for another round of drinks. Liet closed his eyes, lips falling slack to control his breathing as the second lash was laid, square across his supple cheeks. The material between the belt and his skin did little to nothing against the sting, and the burn that followed. “Dva!” But the next last was laid almost before they finished the word, in the same place as the second. Lithuania rose his heels off of the ground, fingers curling into the seat-but he didn't lift them. “Tri-chetyre!” The fourth blow had landed across the sensitive underside of the brunette's backside, evicting a pained groan from his lips at last.
As the blows continued to rain down without mercy, it was obvious to the small nation that Russia was putting on a show. Each dreadfully painful lash was given with a full swing of his arm-not a half-hearted and stinging lash as he might have given otherwise. Though the ash-blond man loved to tease Liet, he seemed to dislike causing him true pain most of the time.
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Smack, snap, crack, “Trinadtsat!” The men all chanted. Some of them were actually sobered by the sight of Lithuania's expressions-the seemingly fragile man who had so carelessly nearly broken their comrade's wrist reduced to tears. In his head, the brunette was counting along-silently in his own language, keturiolika, penkiolika, šešiolika-Ah, almost finished! But he was sobbing silently now, tears dropping onto the closed fists on the seat of the chair as his body jerked at each new blow-as they were all overlapping by now. He'd risen completely onto his toes now, back arched and each breath either a sharp gasp or a low whimper. From the top of his ass to half-way down his thighs, a stinging fire was burning. Liet felt as if he was stuck in limbo, praying for it to end. An finally, finally, “Dvadstat!”
The room fell silent, save for the sound of Ivan's panting breath and Lithuania's quiet sobs and groans of misery. Liet's legs were trembling now, as if they could barely hold him up, and his arms weren't much better. His nails had dug small crescents into his palms, and they stung as he slowly unfolded his hands. But he wouldn't stand, not until he was given permission. After a moment, Russia spoke. “There, you see? He's been punished, like any bad boy.” The folded belt was pointed towards his men. “And any of you comrades can expect the same, if you misbehave.” To this, every man present gave a shudder, nodding to their leader. “Good~.” Russia cooed again. “Now, run along. I think Toris needs some time to himself, to think so that this doesn't happen again.”
The men left, filing out of the room as if they suddenly remembered that they were needed elsewhere-and quickly. After they had all gone, the expected touch came. A heavy hand on his shoulder, ordering the brunette to stand. Lithuania was turned around, and pulled into a tight hug. “Oh Toris,” Russia's voice lamented, “Why did you force my hand like that? What else was I supposed to do?” He wondered as he pet his favorite Baltic's hair gently, as if to calm him. The belt was on the floor, forgotten. Liet's fingers curled into Russia's coat, and he let his tears fall freely. “Shh, shhh, I know...” Russia soothed. He untangled one of Lithuania's hands from his coat, raising it to his cool lips for a kiss, right over the slight burn. “Don't go near them, Toris. Don't go near anyone but me... I can't protect you if you're not beside me, after all. They don't matter to me-not like you.” The arm about Liet's shoulders was tight.
That's the problem. Lithuania thought sadly. Russia cared not for how many men he threw into the fires of war, as long as he obtained what he wanted. He didn't care for the men that he slaughtered either-Lithuania's children, his people. As long as he obtained the person in his arms, he was content. Humans were temporary, and sacrifices had to be made. This is what Russia's bosses and history had taught him. It was painful to be held by a man who wanted only you, but who could disregard your every thought on the matter. Yet if it wasn't for Russia, he doubted he'd be able to stand right now, and he would be without Vilnius... As much as he hated to admit it, he was afraid. Afraid of the war that was coming fast, and what it would do to his already battered home.
He wasn't safe with Russia, but right now, he wasn't safe without him either. It was all he could do to cling to the taller man's coat, and accept what comfort was being given.
I wanted to fit in smutt, but I got too busy! Liet!anon is Sorry! x.x
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Ah, ,Toris, poor brave abused Toris. How we love thee and enjoy thy suffering at Russia's hand! :)= I particularly liked the historical detail and the fact that the Russian soldiers were as sadistic as him. Lithuania was absolutely in character, the way he tried to be polite yet stand up for himself at the same time. Ivan of course, was the best, nice and evil and caring and frightening all at once. I enjoyed reading how even his own bully soldiers were afraid of him.
There aren't enough sunflowers in the world to give you as thanks for writing this. It's my OTP and I just can't get enough of the two of them in such settings. Thank you so much for the great job.
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