Dear Diary, I no longer need you 9/11
anonymous
January 24 2009, 11:22:55 UTC
Slipping from the bed, she refused to look back at him. Lithuania was limp in his restraints now, skin still damp with sweat, swiftly chilling in the cool air of the room. Even a mess like that, he looked... She shook her head to clear the image, slipping off the sash at waist to wipe her soiled hand off.
A strong knock on the door drew the attention of both nations, and a small whimper from Lithuania. A voice followed, “Toris~, are you awake~?” It was playful almost, and just loud enough to be heard through the door. Russia.
“Quiet.” Belarus hissed.
“It doesn't matter... He'll come in even if I am.” As if on cue, the door began to open. Bela dug her nails into Lithuania's thigh.
“Tell him to-!”
“Please, wait a moment, Ivan-san!” Lithuania called out. His voice was tired, and trembled slightly. The door stopped, only open a crack. Nothing he could say would make Russia leave, however, and he bit his lower lip to keep from giving a whimper of fear. What was he going to do, finding him like this? With Belarus?
“...Is something the matter?” Russia's voice asked. It was amazing how innocent that he could sound. If he was here at night, the blond nation likely only had one thing on his mind. Belarus was moving. She left the side of the bed, heading swiftly for the door. “Toris, I'm coming-” Just as the door began to open again, Bela pulled it the rest of the way. Russia's violet eyes went wide, and he took a step back. “Si... Sister!” He said in surprise, drawing his eyebrows together in confusion, “What are you doing in Toris' room...?” He asked, wary. Belarus smiled, reaching up to pet her brother's cheek with one hand. He straightened his back, and she could barely reach.
“Brother... I tried to warn you. I told you that he wasn't good enough for you... That guy, he'll take anyone...” Her voice was soft, sad. Russia shook his head, stepping out of her reach.
“Sister, what did you do to Toris?” He asked.
“Only what he deserved, for seducing you.” She held up the sash, displaying clearly the sticky white mess. Russia's eyes darkened considerably, and he seized her shoulder so tightly that Bela gave a cry of shock.
“Ivan!” The voice from within the bedroom distracted the tallest nation, and he looked over Belarus' head. The room wasn't brightly lit, but he made out the figure on the bed. Brushing roughly past his sister, as if he didn't see her at all, Russia stepped into the room. “Please... Leave her be.” The brunette on the bed pleaded. Russia glanced back to Belarus, unnerved by her stare.
“...Go, sister.”
“But brother-!”
“Go.” Russia's hands were closed into fists at his sides, even though they trembled. He was terrified of his strong and pushy sister, but right now his emotions were too conflicted to think about that. Luckily, Belarus knew enough about pushing her brother to know that she had crossed the line. She would retreat... for now. With a forlorn look to Russia, she dropped her sash onto the floor. And with that, she left.
Russia reached the bed with wide strides of his long legs. He didn't speak as he untied Lithuania's ankle, fingers caressing the red abrasion softly for a moment. The brunette remained quiet as well, though his heart was hammering painfully hard inside of his chest. Liet winced as the bonds for his wrist were undone, as Russia wasn't being very careful with them. He was angry, that much was obvious by the short breaths that the blond was taking. As soon as he was unrestrained, Lithuania sat up slowly, rubbing his wrists.
“Where?” Russia asked quietly, his voice low and calm. Lithuania knew better-that tone meant danger.
“W-where...?” The brunette repeated softly, his back to the larger nation.
A strong knock on the door drew the attention of both nations, and a small whimper from Lithuania. A voice followed, “Toris~, are you awake~?” It was playful almost, and just loud enough to be heard through the door. Russia.
“Quiet.” Belarus hissed.
“It doesn't matter... He'll come in even if I am.” As if on cue, the door began to open. Bela dug her nails into Lithuania's thigh.
“Tell him to-!”
“Please, wait a moment, Ivan-san!” Lithuania called out. His voice was tired, and trembled slightly. The door stopped, only open a crack. Nothing he could say would make Russia leave, however, and he bit his lower lip to keep from giving a whimper of fear. What was he going to do, finding him like this? With Belarus?
“...Is something the matter?” Russia's voice asked. It was amazing how innocent that he could sound. If he was here at night, the blond nation likely only had one thing on his mind. Belarus was moving. She left the side of the bed, heading swiftly for the door. “Toris, I'm coming-” Just as the door began to open again, Bela pulled it the rest of the way. Russia's violet eyes went wide, and he took a step back. “Si... Sister!” He said in surprise, drawing his eyebrows together in confusion, “What are you doing in Toris' room...?” He asked, wary. Belarus smiled, reaching up to pet her brother's cheek with one hand. He straightened his back, and she could barely reach.
“Brother... I tried to warn you. I told you that he wasn't good enough for you... That guy, he'll take anyone...” Her voice was soft, sad. Russia shook his head, stepping out of her reach.
“Sister, what did you do to Toris?” He asked.
“Only what he deserved, for seducing you.” She held up the sash, displaying clearly the sticky white mess. Russia's eyes darkened considerably, and he seized her shoulder so tightly that Bela gave a cry of shock.
“Ivan!” The voice from within the bedroom distracted the tallest nation, and he looked over Belarus' head. The room wasn't brightly lit, but he made out the figure on the bed. Brushing roughly past his sister, as if he didn't see her at all, Russia stepped into the room. “Please... Leave her be.” The brunette on the bed pleaded. Russia glanced back to Belarus, unnerved by her stare.
“...Go, sister.”
“But brother-!”
“Go.” Russia's hands were closed into fists at his sides, even though they trembled. He was terrified of his strong and pushy sister, but right now his emotions were too conflicted to think about that. Luckily, Belarus knew enough about pushing her brother to know that she had crossed the line. She would retreat... for now. With a forlorn look to Russia, she dropped her sash onto the floor. And with that, she left.
Russia reached the bed with wide strides of his long legs. He didn't speak as he untied Lithuania's ankle, fingers caressing the red abrasion softly for a moment. The brunette remained quiet as well, though his heart was hammering painfully hard inside of his chest. Liet winced as the bonds for his wrist were undone, as Russia wasn't being very careful with them. He was angry, that much was obvious by the short breaths that the blond was taking. As soon as he was unrestrained, Lithuania sat up slowly, rubbing his wrists.
“Where?” Russia asked quietly, his voice low and calm. Lithuania knew better-that tone meant danger.
“W-where...?” The brunette repeated softly, his back to the larger nation.
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