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The signs had been there for too long, but he had been too overjoyed to have Vilnius back to take heed. And then... then his bosses had told him to just give in, and there had been no better solution and so Lithuania had let Russia lead him back, let Russia take him into his home, hoping that maybe his compliance would buy his safety, alleviate Russia's anger.
It hadn't.
And so here he was, back bleeding from fresh lashes, hands shackled to each other, legs similarly restrained. Trapped, in pain, helpless, and forced to kneel on the tiled floor that was oh so cold. (Russia's house somehow was even colder than it had been all those years ago, and the heat was quickly fleeing Lithuania's body. Already it was hard to think about warmth, remember it.)
Heavy boots trod across the floor, and Russia knelt, entering Lithuania's field of vision. His smile was the same as it always had been, but his eyes were colder and more removed than ever before. There was something wrong with them, like glass that had been broken and imperfectly put back together, but Lithuania was in no mood to look deeper. He just wanted out, wanted his safety.
It would not come.
"You were rather cruel, Toris," Russia said in a singsong tone, lifting Lithuania's chin with one gloved finger. "Leaving me was very mean, yes? But now you are back home, and I believe your lesson has been learned. Has it been learned? Can you show me that it has been?"
"W-what..." Lithuania's voice was cracked and raw. It hurt to even begin to speak. "What do you want me to do, sir?"
"Not sir~!" Russia chided, his smile remaining fixed. "We're all comrades, yes?"
"...What do you want me to do, c-comrade?"
"Mmm~ You could start by saying sorry!" Russia giggled a little, reaching up to stroke Lithuania's hair. "Because you are sorry, yes? You did so many silly things and you should apologize!"
"I..." He wasn't sorry. He had never been sorry. He had fled to protect himself, protect his people. Everything he had done had been for his people.
But the training and conditioning he had endured for years spoke in the place of his spirit. "I'm very s-sorry, comrade."
Russia giggled again, a sound like ice shattering on glass. "That's a good start, comrade!" He rose slowly, leaving only his boots in the field of Lithuania's view. Huge brown boots that Lithuania knew all too well, mostly from having them kick him in the face or stand triumphantly on his back. They were stained here and there with spots of red, and Lithuania shuddered to think of the source.
"Now, comrade, things have gotten really dirty while you weren't here to clean up~!" Russia chirped, somewhere high above him. "So you should start cleaning them up, yes?" One boot was moved forward, and Lithuania flinched away from a kick that didn't come. "Start here, okay? My boots have gotten really dirty."
Part of Lithuania wants to protest, but years of fear fight him down, and slowly he leans forward as much as he can, extending his tongue to lick the soft leather of the boot. It's a disgusting taste - leather and traces of spilled vodka and a sharp metallic note that Lithuania tries not to think about - but he endures, continues to lick, fighting back tears. Maybe after this it'll be over for now.
Russia eventually stops him by reaching down to grab his hair, pulling Lithuania's head up to force the boy to look at him. "That was a really good job, Toris! You haven't lost your touch at all." He smiles that too-bright smile. "I'll let you handle your other chores later, okay? For now, get some sleep, comrade!" He releases his grip and drops Lithuania to the floor, before walking toward the door.
Lithuania doesn't speak, doesn't move, just trembles with fear and shame and hatred and despair and a million other emotions. He knows what will happen, what is in store. Already the cold is returning to him, and this time he knows Russia will take whatever Lithuania managed to save before, find a way to break him once and for all and make Lithuania truly his.
And there is nothing he can do to stop it.
At the doorway, Russia turns, looks back at Lithuania, smiling that same never-changing smile. "Welcome back, comrade."
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It was perfect. And you filled it so quickly.
Thank youuuuuu.♥♥♥
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I LOVE the way you wrote Russia~ I love the fact that he's so horrible to Lithuania not that I'm complaining, and just the fact that I can hear him sounding so happy about the whole thing.
I also love the detail you put into basically every sentence. Awesome job.
Seriously, I wish I could come up with something better to say, because this was exactly what I was looking for.
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Oh, Liet, you tragic, tragic hero! I <3 you. Author!Anon, this was beyond good. It gripped my heart to read about Lithuania's suffering (as much as I guiltily enjoy it.) I wished I knew which time period this belonged to. I'm fairly bad when it comes to Eastern European history.
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I'm glad you liked it despite time period confusion!
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Lovely fic.
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