Dear Diary, I no longer need you 4/11
anonymous
January 24 2009, 11:05:10 UTC
“Yes... Only you. You see,” She watched him drink again, “I was wondering... Does it feel good, when my brother makes love to you?” She asked, her tone as deadpan as her cold expression. Lithuania promptly spit out the tea in his mouth, coating the cold window-pane with it. Choking, he turned wide green eyes to the female nation. After a bit of coughing, he managed to speak,
“W-what?” He nearly squeaked. Belarus' glare was set in place, however.
“Don't play innocent with me, Toris. I asked you, does it feel good when...” She stopped as Lithuania stood up, his chair grating on the floor as it scooted backwards.
“N-Natalia, I don't...!” He shook his head. “Please, I wont talk about something like... You should go...!” One hand rose to touch his temple, and the brunette looked confused for a moment. “...Natalia...?” He asked, as her image began to grow fuzzy. She rose swiftly from her chair, smooth and graceful. Pulling something out from behind her back, she held it up. Lithuania's eyes squinted as he grasped the back of the chair for support, then widened when he recognized the small brown journal. “M-my...!”
“Your diary. Yes.” Belarus finished for him. “You might want to sit down, or you're likely to hit your head...” The blond sighed, setting the book on the table.
“The tea...” Lithuania realized, sinking to his knees as he held the side of his head as if he'd already hurt it.
“You're careless. You don't deserve him. Unlike you, I could protect him. Unlike you, I would...” Her voice trailed off as Lithuania's eyes fluttered closed. She watched him collapse as if boneless to the side, luckily his head landed on the rug. With an annoyed sigh, she began to roll up her sleeves.
- - - - - - - - -
Lithuania's body felt heavy. There was a small sound from somewhere, but he couldn't understand what it was. He thought his eyes were open, but he could only see darkness. He couldn't move-or was he even trying to? He felt as if he was slowly sinking into dark water. There was a sound again, but he still couldn't comprehend it. Suddenly, he felt something warm and soft over his mouth, and a voice he almost didn't recognize spoke in a quiet, but angry tone. “W-what...?” He whispered once the feeling was gone.
“I said, be quiet.” Came the reply. And now his eyes did open. He met Belarus' steel eyes with his own, blinking as he tried to focus.
“N...Natalia?” He asked. He couldn't remember anything, or why she was even here... Lithuania moved to sit up, but something was around his wrists, preventing that. “A-ah, what?” He blinked, glancing up as he tugged at them. A cotton sash tightly bound them to his headboard. His headboard... Green eyes were panicked as they turned back to Natalia.
“Now you get it.” She moved away, and he felt his left ankle grabbed. Something was being tied around it, and he tried to pull it away. In his groggy state, he was no match for the strong female nation.
“N-Natalia, I get what? I don't get this a-at all!” He protested, voice strained. “Please, untie me!”
“Not until I'm satisfied.” Belarus said firmly. She jerked his leg out straight, ignoring the groan it caused as she tied it to the bottom bed rail. “I want to know everything.”
“E... Everything about what?” Liet asked desperately, wiggling listlessly in his bonds. Something small but solid landed on his chest with a thump, and he looked down. A small, leather-bound book. “My...!”
“We already went over this.” Belarus was finished with her task it seemed, and she crawled up higher onto the bed. She straddled the thigh of his right, untied leg, sitting heavily on it. The blond wore her usual maid-like dress, but her sleeves were rolled up past her elbows, and she was now lifting her skirt. Lithuania gave a small gasp, turning his face away as his cheeks reddened. But she only retrieved something from under her garter. The diary was brushed aside to fall onto the bed, and Liet's shirt was tugged upwards, where he heard a small snap. Glancing back, his blush drained when he saw the knife in Bela's hands. It was long, and thin, the handle of it thick and short. Bela kept something like that under her dress? She used it to cut the second button off, and then the third.
“W-what?” He nearly squeaked. Belarus' glare was set in place, however.
“Don't play innocent with me, Toris. I asked you, does it feel good when...” She stopped as Lithuania stood up, his chair grating on the floor as it scooted backwards.
“N-Natalia, I don't...!” He shook his head. “Please, I wont talk about something like... You should go...!” One hand rose to touch his temple, and the brunette looked confused for a moment. “...Natalia...?” He asked, as her image began to grow fuzzy. She rose swiftly from her chair, smooth and graceful. Pulling something out from behind her back, she held it up. Lithuania's eyes squinted as he grasped the back of the chair for support, then widened when he recognized the small brown journal. “M-my...!”
“Your diary. Yes.” Belarus finished for him. “You might want to sit down, or you're likely to hit your head...” The blond sighed, setting the book on the table.
“The tea...” Lithuania realized, sinking to his knees as he held the side of his head as if he'd already hurt it.
“You're careless. You don't deserve him. Unlike you, I could protect him. Unlike you, I would...” Her voice trailed off as Lithuania's eyes fluttered closed. She watched him collapse as if boneless to the side, luckily his head landed on the rug. With an annoyed sigh, she began to roll up her sleeves.
- - - - - - - - -
Lithuania's body felt heavy. There was a small sound from somewhere, but he couldn't understand what it was. He thought his eyes were open, but he could only see darkness. He couldn't move-or was he even trying to? He felt as if he was slowly sinking into dark water. There was a sound again, but he still couldn't comprehend it. Suddenly, he felt something warm and soft over his mouth, and a voice he almost didn't recognize spoke in a quiet, but angry tone. “W-what...?” He whispered once the feeling was gone.
“I said, be quiet.” Came the reply. And now his eyes did open. He met Belarus' steel eyes with his own, blinking as he tried to focus.
“N...Natalia?” He asked. He couldn't remember anything, or why she was even here... Lithuania moved to sit up, but something was around his wrists, preventing that. “A-ah, what?” He blinked, glancing up as he tugged at them. A cotton sash tightly bound them to his headboard. His headboard... Green eyes were panicked as they turned back to Natalia.
“Now you get it.” She moved away, and he felt his left ankle grabbed. Something was being tied around it, and he tried to pull it away. In his groggy state, he was no match for the strong female nation.
“N-Natalia, I get what? I don't get this a-at all!” He protested, voice strained. “Please, untie me!”
“Not until I'm satisfied.” Belarus said firmly. She jerked his leg out straight, ignoring the groan it caused as she tied it to the bottom bed rail. “I want to know everything.”
“E... Everything about what?” Liet asked desperately, wiggling listlessly in his bonds. Something small but solid landed on his chest with a thump, and he looked down. A small, leather-bound book. “My...!”
“We already went over this.” Belarus was finished with her task it seemed, and she crawled up higher onto the bed. She straddled the thigh of his right, untied leg, sitting heavily on it. The blond wore her usual maid-like dress, but her sleeves were rolled up past her elbows, and she was now lifting her skirt. Lithuania gave a small gasp, turning his face away as his cheeks reddened. But she only retrieved something from under her garter. The diary was brushed aside to fall onto the bed, and Liet's shirt was tugged upwards, where he heard a small snap. Glancing back, his blush drained when he saw the knife in Bela's hands. It was long, and thin, the handle of it thick and short. Bela kept something like that under her dress? She used it to cut the second button off, and then the third.
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