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Lithuania came in from the cold, hair whipping about his face as the wind followed him as if trying to hold on. He grunted as he shouldered the door shut, closing off the wind. The click of the door sounded hollow in the large entryway of Russia's house. He sighed, hefting up the bag that he held in both arms. It was a bit late for dinner, but then he'd been ready too cook when he'd discovered that he was missing a few key ingredients. Still shivering, he headed for the kitchen. The heat from the sitting room surprised him as he passed it, as did the tall silhouette that sent a shadow out behind him, almost reaching where the brunette stood.
“I...Ivan-san?” He spoke softly. If Russia didn't hear him, he could just keep walking. If he didn't answer, he could pretend that he hadn't noticed the man standing there in front of the roaring fire...
“Oh, Toris~?” Russia's tone was that of a pleasant surprise. He turned around slowly, his hair a little disheveled as if he too had come in from the cold. His bangs covered his eyes with shadow, but his smile was clearly visible. In one hand he held a bottle of vodka, which was two thirds empty. “I was waiting for you, you know. I didn't hear you come in.”
“I just had to go to the store. We were missing a few things that I needed for dinner, so I-”
“Toris?” Russia asked, as if he was confused.
“...Yes, Ivan-san?” Lithuania blinked.
“I know where you were.” Russia said, as if speaking to a child who was explaining something any adult should know. The vodka sloshed in its bottle as Russia gave it a small swirl.
“Oh.” Liet blushed slightly, feeling foolish. Of course Russia would know where he was. He could have asked anyone in the house and discovered his whereabouts easily. “Well then, I'll just...”
“I know where you were, because when I hid the beets I knew that you'd have to go and buy more.” Russia's voice called out just as Lithuania had taken a step away. The brunette looked back, green eyes a little wide. A little wary.
“...Why...?” He asked, his throat little tight.
“I found this, Toris.” Russia's other hand had been hidden by a fold of his coat, and he brought it out now. Lithuania's eyes widened even more when he laid eyes on the small book that was held tightly within Russia's grasp. “It was in the back of your closet, in an old shoe box. I wonder how it got there?” He sounded puzzled, looking at the book as if it were a roach.
“It's...” Liet swallowed, mouth working for an answer but unable to force anything out.
“Is it yours? I mean, how can it be? You know the rules, right? Toris is a good boy, he wouldn't be bad like this. Not after last time... So, this is a mistake, right? The book is Estonia's, or Latvia's. They're young, they don't know any better...”
“No!” Lithuania shouted, clutching the bag to his chest tightly. He shook his head. “The book is mine. It's just Auksa Altorius... A prayer book...”
“I know what it is.” Russia tossed his head, flipping his bangs from his eyes. “But, Toris, this book is all wrong! I gave you one already didn't I? In Cyrillic.”
“I...I know. It's beside my bed.” Lithuania said softly. The heat of the room was suddenly unbearable, and he found himself longing for the safe coldness outside.
“Good! Then you don't need this silly thing.” He held the book out. Liet hesitated for only a moment before took a step forward. And then another, and another, until he stood at arms length from the imposing Russian. He could smell the vodka now, and see it in the slight red about Russia's eyes. Swallowing, he reached out with one hand, touching the cover. “Burn it.” Russia's tone never changed, nor did his smile.
“Ah...!” Lithuania's hand froze, trembling slightly. “But...it's...”
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“Ivan-san, it's a book of prayers.” Lithuania withdrew his hand, wrapping both arms around his bag again. It crumpled against his chest, a shield for his racing heart.”I can't... I won't burn it.” Green eyes were hard and set, staring up into Russia's own without flinching. The blond's smile stayed, but the vodka was shaking in the bottle that he held. His violet eyes shone with a light like that of a child who was about to pull he jumping legs from a grasshopper.
In one fluid movement, he rose his hand and turned around. The vodka bottle smashed into the back of the fireplace, flaring the flames into a frenzy as Lithuania's shouted in shock, dropping the bag of groceries. The book fell to the floor with a small thud, just as Russia turned back to face the brunette. Long fingers reached out for him, and he stood stock still. They closed about the front of his shirt, dragging him up close. Russia's other hand grabbed the back of Lithuania's heavy coat, ripping it off of him swiftly.
“Why? Why do you do this to me, Toris?” Russia's voice was now sad, so impossibly sad. Liet's hands moved to grasp the wrist of the hand holding his collar, so that he didn't choke as he was lifted nearly off of his feet. He knew there was no good protesting, not now that he'd gone his far. “You know the rules. You know them! Why do you make me do this?” One large hand slid down to grasp the brunette's belt buckle, opening it with surprising ease. “All you had to do was burn it. I would have forgiven you! I love you, Toris.”
Lithuania hissed as Russia's short nails scratched his stomach as he blond fumbled with the button of his pants. They were yanked down roughly, hurting his hips. “Ngh!” Lithuania gasped as he was shoved by use of his shirt, hearing fabric tear and buttons pop as he fell towards the floor. He landed rather ungracefully, pants about his ankles and elbows smarting from the contact with the hardwood floor. Just as he moved to push himself up, pain exploded up along his spine, starting with his lower back. Russia's knee drove into it with all of his weight, pinning him effectively as he cried out in pain, fingers curling on the unforgiving floor.
“I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Toris...” Russia sounded crestfallen as he undid his own coat. “You've made me do this, you know. All I want is for you to be good...” There was a jingling sound, and a small click. Lithuania held his breath as he listened to the sound of the leather belt being pulled through the loops of Russia's pants. It was long, so the blond doubled it up, creating a solid inch of worn, hard leather that was about three feet long.
“Ivan-san... your knee...!” Lithuania whimpered, his breath short.
“It hurts? I know it does, precious.” Russia offered his condolences, leaning down to pat Lithuania's head softly. “You're going to have to deal with it for now. That is, unless you'll burn the book...?” He sounded so hopeful that the brunette almost gave in.
“I...” His eyes fell on the said book, laying open on the floor. It was so small for all of this. He tightened his hands into fists. Russia heaved a sigh.
“I thought so. You're so bad, Toris! Why must you hurt me so much...!” The blond wound the belt around his hand, until only about a foot and a half hung free. “I give you everything you need. You don't need books that don't have my language. I give you everything...I love you. That's why... this is for your own good.” He lifted his arm high into the air, and Lithuania closed his eyes tightly. “...This is going to hurt me ... so much more than it hurts you...” Somehow, Lithuania doubted that.
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Lithuania's scream drowned out the next loud smack of the belt as he felt a line of blood open up across his thighs. His back radiated with pain as he tried to move away, twisting and grasping at the floor in a desperate search for purchase to pull himself away. His pants now hung from one ankle, having been kicked off of the other in his panic. Another lash drew blood, and he sobbed into his bleeding knuckle. Russia was merciless, each blow given with the full force of his mighty arm. The cream-colored skin from Lithuania's lower back, all the way to the backs of his knees were covered in hot red welts, many of them showing bruising already. Blood seeped from about six of them, but Russia continued to strike. Liet couldn't take it anymore.
“Stop!” He gasped horsely, his throat raw from shouting. “Please... Please, stop it Ivan-san!” He cried out as loudly as he could, voice broken between sobs. And all at once, Russia froze. The sound of their panting filled the room, along with the crackling of the angry fire. Glaring at it with eyes full of tears, he saw the glass of the broken vodka bottle glittering as it slowly scorched. Laying his forehead onto the cold floor which was already wet with his tears, he sobbed. “I'm sorry... I'm sorry...” Liet murmured. Russia stiffened above him.
“.....”
“I'm sorry Ivan-san...Please, forgive me.” Automated words, borne from the weakness of his body. The knee was lifted from his back, but Russia stayed beside him.
“I gave you a chance, Toris. I tried to make you behave...!” Long fingers ran over his hair, petting him gently. Lithuania choked on his tears, nodding his head as he moved slowly. On shaking arms he lifted himself up half way. His legs felt like useless sources of pain right now, throbbing and stinging so badly that he would have given anything to sit in the snow, just like this. “Oh Toris,” Russia breathed, his voice nearly shaking as he watched the brunette struggle to raise to his hands and knees.
Lithuania lifted the book into his hand, holding it tightly for a moment. It was just a book. A simple book of prayers, one he'd had for years. He had the same book right upstairs, just as Russia said. In Cyrillic, in Russian. Not his own language, in the Latin alphabet as this one was. Biting his lower lip, he closed his eyes as he threw it hard into the fire. Laying out on his side, he listened to it burn.
“Oh Toris!” Russia exclaimed, crawling over to the smaller brunette. He gathered Liet's upper body into his arms from behind. “I knew it, I knew you loved me!” A soft kiss was placed to the side of his neck, as Lithuania gave a small gasp of pain when he was forced to sit up. “I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Toris. I'm sorry you made me punish you like this. But I forgive you. I'll take it away now. I'll take away all the pain...” Those large hands were on Lithuania's body, searching and feeling.
They were warm, and gentle. As if the brunette might shatter at any moment, they caressed him. If they were cold, maybe Lithuania could have hated them. If they were not kind, and calloused from so much hardship, he might have shuddered in revulsion. If Russia's lips were not so warm and moist, even tasting of vodka as they were, he could have felt disgusted when they pressed against his own. If the blond's voice were not full of so much pain, so husky and breathless when he said, “I love you, Toris...”, then Lithuania might not have replied:
“I love you... Ivan-san.”
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This dark period in Lithuanian history really tugs at my heart, and you've evoked the suffering so beautifully and painfully. And oh, poor Lithuania, fighting so hard and yet eventually having to give in.
I hate to say this, because it's so horrifically sad, but you definitely win. ;__;
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