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Beside him, the young man with the tattered blanket had ceased his shivering, his chest no longer rising and falling for breath. With a heavy heart, Lithuania closed his forest green eyes-a color he felt as if he'd long forgotten here in this desolate place. His children at home were dying too, forgetting what they lived for. He could no longer allow them to die for him.
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Feeling returned slowly to him. Heat spread throughout his body like electricity, beginning from where ever those calloused fingers touched him. The hands he had refused not long ago now breathed life into him-hot, invigorating life. Lips sealed with his own, wet, moist, and lush. A kiss so long that he had to hold his breath, every inch of him open and bare to the other. Gasping with renewed breath, he arched into every touch, moaned at every caress.
Even if the hands that gripped his hips were harsh and bruising, the mouth that sucked and nipped at the skin over his heart, his precious Vilnius, was filled with such heat that he didn't care. His split lip was nibbled gently, and a fire shot through him. Pain was heat, and as his people repented, signing what they had to, and surrendering land to the children of his man, Lithuania spread himself willingly to accept Russia's invasion. And as their bodies became one-with much more force than was really necessary, Russia whispered sweetly into Lithuania's ear,
“What... do you say?” Heated breath that tickled the hair at Liet's ear. And the brunette clung tightly, arms about the blond's broad shoulders as his thighs tightened about Russia's wide hips.
“Thank you,” Lithuania whispered back, lips finding purchase on the blond's neck. “Thank you!” Louder the second time because of the thrust that rocked his smaller body.
“..And?” Russia's breath was baited, and there was only a split-seconds hesitation from the brunette which he had welcomed back into his home.
“...I am yours!”
Even if he was to live within Russia's shadow once more-at least that shadow was safe as the strong arms around him now. And it was so... warm.
*Adam Mickiewicz, Pan Tadeusz.
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And the ending- the ending just ripped my heart out of my chest and stomped it on the floor. Amazing stuff, anon. So much love for you.
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Anon!Writer you are AMAZING!!! I've read so many Lithuania stories (you can tell he's a favorite of mine) but none that touched me on a national level so much, none that made the plight of the nation so clear that it broke my heart into a thousand pieces. I love Toris, and it hurts in the back of my mind to think that all this really happened. That his people did suffer and die like that. And that quote from the poem... I didn't even know about it and had to google it to find out. What a perfect line to add to a perfect story. How did you know?
Ok, now I have to go out and find a Lithuanian to hug. I'm from Canada but all these stories are making me really patriotic towards a nation I didn't know existed until 1990 and hadn't cared about at all before Hetalia.
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I know what you mean about patriotic about a nation you didn't know, that's how I am! Even to the point of studying current events in lots of Europe--specially the Balts. It's crazy to love a country you've never been to, but I feel like I do! This makes the fifth request with Toris I've filled, and all of them included some kind of suffering. I need a fluffy request D8
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