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His best friend
“Look, the yard is covered in snow!”
The words, spoken in the familiar lilting voice, in that childish happy way Russia always used when something captured his interest, should not have been terrifying. After all it was just an innocent declaration. Yet to the naked nation at his feet - kneeling, trembling, holding back sobs that threatened to escape bruised lips - it was like a condemnation, the sound of a bad omen crashing over him.
Russia stood by the window, looking outside with his typical cheerful stance. In his hand he held a leash, which led to a collar around Toris’ neck. Lithuania was on the ground at his feet, half kneeling and half on all fours. The blow Russia had dealt to his kidney just seconds ago was enough to send him doubling over.
“It’s so beautiful, isn’t it?”
He didn’t know how it had happened. He had been asleep when the large man barged into his room at 4:00 in the morning, dragging him out of bed naked, and shaking him like a doll. He was having a hard time getting the fog of sleep out of his head before he was able to understand what Ivan was saying. And what he heard chilled him to the bone.
You don’t love me, Toris, do you? You don’t really love me. You lie; it’s always been a lie. You never play with me, you always leave, like in the dream. You left me and didn’t look back no matter how much I cried. I need to change that Toris, I need to do something to make you stay.
He had kept shaking the other man until Lithuania had gone lax in his hands, dangling above the floor where he held him. Russia had looked at the wheezing nation for a while before setting him lightly on his feet. Lithuania hadn’t had the chance to gain his bearing though when Russia’s fist connected with jaw, then chest, then his abdomen, making him double over and then fall to his knees. Ivan had looked at him with the same wounded look he had worn since the beginning, completely impartial to the way the smaller nation gasped and trembled at his feet. And then he had reached into his pocket and pulled out something.
I’ll teach you to stay. I’ll do it so that you wouldn’t want to leave. What do you say we played a game Toris, how is that? I’ll be nice to you, teach you to learn and behave, and you’ll do everything I tell you, show me what a good friend you are.
It was a dog collar, one Lithuania hadn’t seen before. It might have belonged to one of Russia’s sled dogs one time, one that had died of old age, or neglect, or -Lithuania shivered - of extreme cold. Ivan had bent over him and fixed it around his neck. When he had straightened, held the leash in his hand and pulled, Lithuania had felt like choking.
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“I know Toris. I know what’s wrong. You don’t want lessons right now, do you? You want to play. So let’s have another game, hm? Why don’t we go outside and play in the snow?”
Lithuania’s stomach fell at the suggestion. Thinking he wouldn’t, he wouldn’t… as Russia pulled on the leash and towed him to the foyer. The Russian wrapped himself in a coat and tied his shawl tighter around his neck. When he opened the door and a handful of white powder blew inside it all became too real. Lithuania pulled back with a whimper, trying to stay inside, hoping the man’s madness would snap in the last moment and he would realize what a death sentence it was to drag a naked, bleeding man out in those temperatures. Russia turned around and looked at him; surprise etched in his face at the resistance he felt in the leash. He asked, “You don’t want to come, no?”
Lithuania fought to keep his teeth from chattering. “Pl-ease,” he said, “I-it’s really cold outside.”
“Um, so? It’ll be fun in the snow.”
“Please Ivan, at least let me get my clothes…”
Ivan’s eyebrows drew together. “Clothes? You don’t wear them in this game. Have you forgotten what you are? You don’t need clothes.”
Lithuania cowered even more as the Russian man came close and loomed over him, looking at him from the top of his nose.
“See, this is what makes me angry. You never obey, never play right, you just want to get away from me all the time. But no…, I won’t let you.”
And suddenly he was lifted into the air, Russia grabbing him around the waist and hoisting him over his shoulder. Much to his horror and despair the larger man hauled him outside, in a fireman’s carry, into the endless frozen white.
More to come when I have time; I promise. Let me know what you think.
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I like it alot!
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Because the writing is lovely, even if the fic is brutal. I adore that Russia keeps the game up all day, childishly cruel and honestly not understanding why Lithuania doesn't wish to play it with him. I adore that Liet stands up for himself, even if it means taking more of a beating. And maybe best of all is that the snow scares him more than all the rest.
Continue, please, author-anon. <3
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Now onto posting the next parts. Thanks again for reading and commenting.
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