Lithuania stirred the Beetroot Borsch he had made, slowly. It wasn't something he looked forward to eating, but Russia seemed to enjoy eating it. Satisfying Russia had become what seemed like his only purpose, lately.
When he had first been forced to live in Russia's home, He dreamed of his homeland, imagining its freedom. At that time, he had thought that he would soon gain his freedom. So he took Russia's treatment, playing submissive with the hope of freeing himself and his people with a successful rebellion.
He had tried. He had tried with all of his might, but despite his efforts, he had fallen, taking his people and homeland down with him.
Lithuania shuddered slightly, while pouring the soup into bowls. After his failure, Russia had made sure that his spirit was broken and that any thoughts of freedom were crushed. He had beaten Lithuania so badly that he could hardly bear to stand up. Before he could peacefully black out, he had been dragged into his room. Russia searched Lithuania's room for anything that related to his homeland. He tore up books, shredded clothing, and tossed them into a box, and left, leaving Lithuania to crawl into his bed, his blood staining the sheets.
He suspected that Russia disposed of the destroyed items by throwing them into a fire, but he knew better than to bring up the issue with Russia.
One of the books that he had taken was a cookbook. Lithuania smiled slightly, knowing that Russia had meant to take all of those things out of his mind. But he knew many of the recipes by heart, and repeated them to himself so that they would never be lost to him.
He glanced around the kitchen, wondering if the kitchen happened to have the right ingredients to make any traditional Lithuanian food. It wouldn't hurt to check and see, after all. He grabbed a piece of paper from the counter. Figuring that something simple would be more effective, he decided that Duona would be the best choice.
In fact, he could probably make it quickly, before Russia returned home. He quickly wrote down the ingredients, to use as a checklist.
He searched the kitchen, finding the ingredients quickly, and placed them on the counter. He excitedly looked over his checklist, making sure that he had found all of the ingredients. He set the paper on the counter next to the ingredients, and turned to the sink to wash his hands thoroughly before making it.
A door suddenly slammed open, and frightened, he quickly turned off the sink and turned, preparing to explain the situation to one of his brothers. Instead, Russia stood at the door, wearing a sickeningly sweet smile.
"You seem worried about something, Toris," the man said teasingly, walking over to the frightened man.
"You just, ah, scared me, that's all," Lithuania responded. Russia looked over at the piled up ingredients with a mild look of interest.
"What's all this, Toris? You've already made us a very appetizing meal. Is this some sort of dessert?" He asked, inspecting the ingredients.
Lithuania, hoping that the Russian didn't know much about desserts, nodded. "Yes, I just thought some dessert would be nice."
Russia smiled towards him. Not sensing anger or manipulation in his eyes, Lithuana felt himself breathe a sigh of relief.
"Just ask me first, next time. I can't have you wasting my food on things simply because you feel like it," Russia said, shrugging. Lithuania had begun to mutter apologies, as Russia picked up a piece of paper.
Lithuania froze, realizing that the paper had listed all of the ingredients. He quivered slightly, hoping that Russia would just pay the paper no attention and set it back down.
"This doesn't look like an ingredient list for a dessert, Toris," Russia said slowly, honey dripping from his voice like it was poisoned. "In fact, this looks like a recipe for one of those silly bread things your people used eat--that you aren't supposed to eat," he muttered, stepping closer to Lithuania.
Lithuania stumbled forward, falling to his knees as if to pray. Russia stopped, looking down at the scared boy.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he whispered. "It was stupid of me to even think of it."
"Of course it was," Russia responded softly. "You know what silly things you did when you were clinging to your traditions." He put a hand to the top of his head.
"Oh, Toris, you make me very upset. I thought this was all behind you, that you understood what is expected of you," he sighed, petting Lithuania's head.
"I do understand!" He pleaded. "It won't happen again. I'll put the ingredients away, and we can eat the dinner I made before."
Russia lifted his hand from his head, looking down at Lithuania with sad smile. "I'm afraid you seem to take food for granted, Toris. You apparently think that it's okay to take the ingredients I give you to make food that I don't approve of. Is Russian food not to your liking? Do you realize how lucky you are to receive any ingredients to make food?"
"Yes, Ivan, I do, I swear--"
"Lying to me is not acceptable, Toris," Russia said, his voice becoming for serious by the second. "Obviously you take this all for granted. I think you should learn how lucky you are, that I even let you eat full meals."
Lithuania, fighting back tears, slowly moved onto all fours, allowing Russia full access to his back.
"Silly Toris," Russia said, his smile returning. "I'm not going to whip you this time. No, I think it would be best if you went to your room without any of the soup you seem to detest so much. Also, I think you should take up some of your brothers' chores for a while, and they can cook food."
Lithuania stood up slowly, not sure how Russia considered missing one meal and changing chores to be a huge punishment. Not voicing his thoughts, he walked quietly to his room.
(Sorry for the mislabeled title for the previous chapter, that would be 2/4)
That night, Lithuania was left completely alone. He walked near the kitchen and heard bits and pieces of conversation between Russia and Estonia and Latvia. Both of the usually quiet boys had seemed to be concerned about Lithuania, and Russia simply responded to their questions by saying that Lithuania would not be joining them.
When everyone went to sleep, Russia did not come to his room. Despite his growling stomach, Lithuania considered that to be more of a reward than a punishment. He slowly walked out of bed and went into the kitchen, hoping to settle his stomach by grabbing some food.
He had been about to open a cabinet when he noticed... chains. And Locks. He glanced over all of the kitchen. Anything that had food in it was chained shut.
Russia was... not letting him eat at all. Lithuania, trying not to panic or overreact, calmly left the kitchen and silently walked back to him room. Russia would probably take the locks and chains off the next morning, after being satisfied by Lithuania's hunger.
Easing himself to sleep despite slight pangs of hunger, Lithuania mentally prepared himself for a session of begging for a delightful Russian breakfast the next morning.
He was woken by protests. Rubbing his eyes and forcing himself up (thinking of cooking breakfast before realizing that he wouldn't be cooking), he realized that he was been woken up by the voices coming from another room. Worried that his brothers might be getting themselves into trouble with Russia, he quickly walked out of his room and into the kitchen.
"P-please, Ivan," Latvia stood, shaking. Tears where spilling onto his cheeks. "Whatever Toris did, it surely doesn't deserve starvation."
Lithuania eyes widened. Surely Latvia was exaggerating? As he noticed the locks and chains, his conviction evaporated.
Estonia, more calmly, asked, "will everything be unlocked for Latvia and I? We aren't a part of this punishment."
Russia looked at Estonia with a knowing smile. "I'm afraid, Estonia, that you and Latvia will try to get your dear brother some food while I am not looking. No, I believe that I will only unlock anything to take out food you you two to cook during meals, and we will eat in this kitchen together. Without you, of course, Toris." Russia looked past Latvia and Estonia, towards Lithuania, who was standing in the doorway. Both of the boys turned around to see Lithuania, and seemed to wait for his reaction.
Lithuania's mouth went dry, and his stomach pains seemed more pronounced than ever. He dropped to his knees, and felt his body shake from the shock of the knowledge that he was going to be starved. "You can't be serious... Ivan, please, don't do this," he said, holding back tears. Latvia and Estonia rushed over to him, trying to help him up.
"Oh, don't be uncooperative, Toris," Russia said, walking over to the sink. Grabbing a glass and turning on the faucett, he poured water into the glass.
"Why don't you have a glass of water? It's good to drink when you're walking around on an empty stomach."
"You bastard!" Lithuania yelled, knocking the glass out of Russia's outstretched hand. Estonia and Latvia, shocked by his outburst, backed away from him slightly.
Russia walked towards Lithuania, who backed away from him, before sprinting into a run out of the kitchen. He stumbled towards the front door, opening it. The wind was strong, the air cold, and the ground covered in snow, but he continued to run outside to get away from Russia, to get away from his prison.
Before he could make it far outside of the house, A strong arm grabbed him around the stomach, hauling him up. He screeched in terror, trying to tear away from Russia, who only pulled him closer, carrying him back into the house.
Slamming the door shut, Russia finally spoke. "Oh, I hoped you wouldn't be so uncooperative. I'm afraid I'm going to have to make sure you don't try to run away from me." Still holding him up and carrying him, Russia carried him past Latvia and Estonia, who were staring in horror. Lithuania struggled in desperation before Russia finally dropped him onto the floor. Struggling to get up, Lithuania looked around and realized that he was in a familiar room. This was the room that Russia ofen used when beating him or his brothers. It was impossible to get out of, as the walls and door were made of metal. Before he could react, the door was shut, leaving him alone.
He immediately rushed to the door and started banging on it. He pleaded and begged until his fists were raw, pounding on the door. Finally, after getting no response, he dropped to the ground. He laid there, listening to his own breathing, calming himself into and uncomfortable sleep as he did the night before.
He woke up a while later, hoping that it was all a joke and that he had been carried back to his room. But his eyes only looked at a bare wall, and a container full of water.
How generous.
For a short while he neglected to drink the water out of spite, but the pain in his stomach became so excruciating that he crawled over to it, hoping that drinking it would ease his hunger.
If it made a difference, He didn't notice. Instead he laid on the ground, thinking of anything and everything to get his mind off of his hunger.
He began to clench his teeth from the pain. He tried to sleep as to take his thoughts and desperation away, but he found sleeping was becoming harder to do.
Soon, he was back at the door, begging for anyone to let him out.
He pounded on it, not only to make noise, but out of hope that the door would magically fall down.
He would always stop from fatigue and pain, but he would always return to the door, each time with more desperation.
"I'll die in here," he yelled, shaking with sobs as he hit the door. "Please, if you want me dead, kill me! Shoot me to death, shoot me to death, torture me to death! But not this, please!" He held his head, shaking with sobs as they echoed back at him in the empty room.
His knuckles became bruised and bloody from his attacks on the door, and he switched to scratching. He scratched at the door, leaving hardly a mark. But he continued, while screaming for both life and death.
When the tops of his his nails began to bend backwards, he stopped, curling up in a ball, and cradling his injured hands.
Then he stopped. He didn't know if he had been there a week, a month, a year, but he couldn't find it in him to resist any longer. He rested on the floor, crying from the pain in his hands and his stomach. He felt his energy drain from his body.
When he felt large hands around him, kissing his forehead and pressing against his light body, he didn't ask for food or forgiveness. He pressed his tear streaked face against Russia's, holding onto him desperately.
"Shh, Toris, it's all over now," he whispered, kissing him softly. "Now that you've learned your lesson, you know how lucky you are to have what I give you."
Lithuania only responded with gratitude, mumbling, "thank you, thank you."
OP here! Thank you so much, author-anon, for taking up this fill. I think it was made even more painful by the fact that Latvia and Estonia knew about the punishment, and I quite liked that Lithuania didn't just lie down and take it but tried to fight back a bit.
Very nice, painful and innovative. I loved Russia's idea of locking the cupboards. I was a bit confused about the metal room, wondering if Russia had used part of an old Russian submarine in his house. I think you did a great job to show the process of poor Liet's punishment and his descent into hopelessness in this fic.
When he had first been forced to live in Russia's home, He dreamed of his homeland, imagining its freedom. At that time, he had thought that he would soon gain his freedom. So he took Russia's treatment, playing submissive with the hope of freeing himself and his people with a successful rebellion.
He had tried. He had tried with all of his might, but despite his efforts, he had fallen, taking his people and homeland down with him.
Lithuania shuddered slightly, while pouring the soup into bowls. After his failure, Russia had made sure that his spirit was broken and that any thoughts of freedom were crushed. He had beaten Lithuania so badly that he could hardly bear to stand up. Before he could peacefully black out, he had been dragged into his room. Russia searched Lithuania's room for anything that related to his homeland. He tore up books, shredded clothing, and tossed them into a box, and left, leaving Lithuania to crawl into his bed, his blood staining the sheets.
He suspected that Russia disposed of the destroyed items by throwing them into a fire, but he knew better than to bring up the issue with Russia.
One of the books that he had taken was a cookbook. Lithuania smiled slightly, knowing that Russia had meant to take all of those things out of his mind. But he knew many of the recipes by heart, and repeated them to himself so that they would never be lost to him.
He glanced around the kitchen, wondering if the kitchen happened to have the right ingredients to make any traditional Lithuanian food. It wouldn't hurt to check and see, after all. He grabbed a piece of paper from the counter. Figuring that something simple would be more effective, he decided that Duona would be the best choice.
In fact, he could probably make it quickly, before Russia returned home. He quickly wrote down the ingredients, to use as a checklist.
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A door suddenly slammed open, and frightened, he quickly turned off the sink and turned, preparing to explain the situation to one of his brothers. Instead, Russia stood at the door, wearing a sickeningly sweet smile.
"You seem worried about something, Toris," the man said teasingly, walking over to the frightened man.
"You just, ah, scared me, that's all," Lithuania responded. Russia looked over at the piled up ingredients with a mild look of interest.
"What's all this, Toris? You've already made us a very appetizing meal. Is this some sort of dessert?" He asked, inspecting the ingredients.
Lithuania, hoping that the Russian didn't know much about desserts, nodded. "Yes, I just thought some dessert would be nice."
Russia smiled towards him. Not sensing anger or manipulation in his eyes, Lithuana felt himself breathe a sigh of relief.
"Just ask me first, next time. I can't have you wasting my food on things simply because you feel like it," Russia said, shrugging. Lithuania had begun to mutter apologies, as Russia picked up a piece of paper.
Lithuania froze, realizing that the paper had listed all of the ingredients. He quivered slightly, hoping that Russia would just pay the paper no attention and set it back down.
"This doesn't look like an ingredient list for a dessert, Toris," Russia said slowly, honey dripping from his voice like it was poisoned. "In fact, this looks like a recipe for one of those silly bread things your people used eat--that you aren't supposed to eat," he muttered, stepping closer to Lithuania.
Lithuania stumbled forward, falling to his knees as if to pray. Russia stopped, looking down at the scared boy.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he whispered. "It was stupid of me to even think of it."
"Of course it was," Russia responded softly. "You know what silly things you did when you were clinging to your traditions." He put a hand to the top of his head.
"Oh, Toris, you make me very upset. I thought this was all behind you, that you understood what is expected of you," he sighed, petting Lithuania's head.
"I do understand!" He pleaded. "It won't happen again. I'll put the ingredients away, and we can eat the dinner I made before."
Russia lifted his hand from his head, looking down at Lithuania with sad smile. "I'm afraid you seem to take food for granted, Toris. You apparently think that it's okay to take the ingredients I give you to make food that I don't approve of. Is Russian food not to your liking? Do you realize how lucky you are to receive any ingredients to make food?"
"Yes, Ivan, I do, I swear--"
"Lying to me is not acceptable, Toris," Russia said, his voice becoming for serious by the second. "Obviously you take this all for granted. I think you should learn how lucky you are, that I even let you eat full meals."
Lithuania, fighting back tears, slowly moved onto all fours, allowing Russia full access to his back.
"Silly Toris," Russia said, his smile returning. "I'm not going to whip you this time. No, I think it would be best if you went to your room without any of the soup you seem to detest so much. Also, I think you should take up some of your brothers' chores for a while, and they can cook food."
Lithuania stood up slowly, not sure how Russia considered missing one meal and changing chores to be a huge punishment. Not voicing his thoughts, he walked quietly to his room.
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That night, Lithuania was left completely alone. He walked near the kitchen and heard bits and pieces of conversation between Russia and Estonia and Latvia. Both of the usually quiet boys had seemed to be concerned about Lithuania, and Russia simply responded to their questions by saying that Lithuania would not be joining them.
When everyone went to sleep, Russia did not come to his room. Despite his growling stomach, Lithuania considered that to be more of a reward than a punishment. He slowly walked out of bed and went into the kitchen, hoping to settle his stomach by grabbing some food.
He had been about to open a cabinet when he noticed... chains. And Locks. He glanced over all of the kitchen. Anything that had food in it was chained shut.
Russia was... not letting him eat at all. Lithuania, trying not to panic or overreact, calmly left the kitchen and silently walked back to him room. Russia would probably take the locks and chains off the next morning, after being satisfied by Lithuania's hunger.
Easing himself to sleep despite slight pangs of hunger, Lithuania mentally prepared himself for a session of begging for a delightful Russian breakfast the next morning.
He was woken by protests. Rubbing his eyes and forcing himself up (thinking of cooking breakfast before realizing that he wouldn't be cooking), he realized that he was been woken up by the voices coming from another room. Worried that his brothers might be getting themselves into trouble with Russia, he quickly walked out of his room and into the kitchen.
"P-please, Ivan," Latvia stood, shaking. Tears where spilling onto his cheeks. "Whatever Toris did, it surely doesn't deserve starvation."
Lithuania eyes widened. Surely Latvia was exaggerating? As he noticed the locks and chains, his conviction evaporated.
Estonia, more calmly, asked, "will everything be unlocked for Latvia and I? We aren't a part of this punishment."
Russia looked at Estonia with a knowing smile. "I'm afraid, Estonia, that you and Latvia will try to get your dear brother some food while I am not looking. No, I believe that I will only unlock anything to take out food you you two to cook during meals, and we will eat in this kitchen together. Without you, of course, Toris." Russia looked past Latvia and Estonia, towards Lithuania, who was standing in the doorway. Both of the boys turned around to see Lithuania, and seemed to wait for his reaction.
Lithuania's mouth went dry, and his stomach pains seemed more pronounced than ever. He dropped to his knees, and felt his body shake from the shock of the knowledge that he was going to be starved. "You can't be serious... Ivan, please, don't do this," he said, holding back tears. Latvia and Estonia rushed over to him, trying to help him up.
"Oh, don't be uncooperative, Toris," Russia said, walking over to the sink. Grabbing a glass and turning on the faucett, he poured water into the glass.
"Why don't you have a glass of water? It's good to drink when you're walking around on an empty stomach."
"You bastard!" Lithuania yelled, knocking the glass out of Russia's outstretched hand. Estonia and Latvia, shocked by his outburst, backed away from him slightly.
Russia walked towards Lithuania, who backed away from him, before sprinting into a run out of the kitchen. He stumbled towards the front door, opening it. The wind was strong, the air cold, and the ground covered in snow, but he continued to run outside to get away from Russia, to get away from his prison.
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Slamming the door shut, Russia finally spoke. "Oh, I hoped you wouldn't be so uncooperative. I'm afraid I'm going to have to make sure you don't try to run away from me." Still holding him up and carrying him, Russia carried him past Latvia and Estonia, who were staring in horror. Lithuania struggled in desperation before Russia finally dropped him onto the floor. Struggling to get up, Lithuania looked around and realized that he was in a familiar room. This was the room that Russia ofen used when beating him or his brothers. It was impossible to get out of, as the walls and door were made of metal. Before he could react, the door was shut, leaving him alone.
He immediately rushed to the door and started banging on it. He pleaded and begged until his fists were raw, pounding on the door. Finally, after getting no response, he dropped to the ground. He laid there, listening to his own breathing, calming himself into and uncomfortable sleep as he did the night before.
He woke up a while later, hoping that it was all a joke and that he had been carried back to his room. But his eyes only looked at a bare wall, and a container full of water.
How generous.
For a short while he neglected to drink the water out of spite, but the pain in his stomach became so excruciating that he crawled over to it, hoping that drinking it would ease his hunger.
If it made a difference, He didn't notice. Instead he laid on the ground, thinking of anything and everything to get his mind off of his hunger.
He began to clench his teeth from the pain. He tried to sleep as to take his thoughts and desperation away, but he found sleeping was becoming harder to do.
Soon, he was back at the door, begging for anyone to let him out.
He pounded on it, not only to make noise, but out of hope that the door would magically fall down.
He would always stop from fatigue and pain, but he would always return to the door, each time with more desperation.
"I'll die in here," he yelled, shaking with sobs as he hit the door. "Please, if you want me dead, kill me! Shoot me to death, shoot me to death, torture me to death! But not this, please!" He held his head, shaking with sobs as they echoed back at him in the empty room.
His knuckles became bruised and bloody from his attacks on the door, and he switched to scratching. He scratched at the door, leaving hardly a mark. But he continued, while screaming for both life and death.
When the tops of his his nails began to bend backwards, he stopped, curling up in a ball, and cradling his injured hands.
Then he stopped. He didn't know if he had been there a week, a month, a year, but he couldn't find it in him to resist any longer. He rested on the floor, crying from the pain in his hands and his stomach. He felt his energy drain from his body.
When he felt large hands around him, kissing his forehead and pressing against his light body, he didn't ask for food or forgiveness. He pressed his tear streaked face against Russia's, holding onto him desperately.
"Shh, Toris, it's all over now," he whispered, kissing him softly. "Now that you've learned your lesson, you know how lucky you are to have what I give you."
Lithuania only responded with gratitude, mumbling, "thank you, thank you."
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My stomach pangs for poor Toris.
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I also liked how you gave Toris a backbone, and of just how painful you made it for Toris. (And me)
Good job!
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