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“He didn't have to tell me, I saw the scars for myself! Jesus...” Azure eyes behind glass closed as America bowed his head for a moment. “What kind of a man are you, really? His back, his legs, even-” Eyes opened again in shock as the chair that Russia was sitting in scooted back suddenly, grating against the hardwood floor to clatter noisily to meet it as it toppled backwards. America blinked. Russia's eyes were shadowed by his long bangs, and now his head was bowed slightly.
“...Just how much... did you see?” He asked. This time, his voice was a very thin sheet of ice, cold and fragile at the same time. A slow, smug smile spread across America's face as he adjusted his glasses.
“I saw everything. Everything you ever did to him. And I held him close to me as his shoulders shook with sobs and he trembled in my arms. And I promised him I would keep you away. That's what he wanted, you know. To be free of you!” America pointed his gloved finger at Russia's chest. Russia shook his head,
“You misunderstand. Toris is my-!”
“Ex. He's your ex, Ivan. You said so yourself! He was free to do as he wished, wasn't he? He was free to seek comfort, support, and everything that you never gave him! You can't just take him back like that!” America countered, silencing the larger superpower for another moment. When he spoke, his voice was a whisper.
“You saw him? Held him?”
“What did you expect me to do, Ivan? I touched those horrible marks you left on him and I told him just what I thought of them! That you were a monster and a coward, and that he was a saint, and one hell of a man for living through that!” He stood up straight again. “I also saw something that you will never see. Toris, willing. Willingly smiling out of relief and happiness. Freely laughing, joking. Hell, he even comforted me!” America shook his head, and he couldn't keep his voice from taking on a sickeningly sweet, and terribly taunting tone, “Laying down to bed with me, completely of his own volition, and seeing tears of joy streak down those impossibly warm, soft cheeks of his when I pressed my lips to them-.”
America froze in shock as Russia's hand slipped inside of his coat. His own hand shot instinctively to the gun at his hip. But Russia merely removed a bottle of vodka, swiftly twisting off the cap. Placing the open bottle to his lips, he tilted his head all the way back. Blue eyes widened, half in disgust and half in awe as the level of clear liquid began to slowly lower as Russia drank in large gulps. A quarter of the bottle was gone before he lowered it, licking his wet lips and panting slightly. America curled his lip in contempt, but before he could speak, Russia's voice spoke out,
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Here, let me cut out part of my soul and give it to you right this very second. I am going to press F5 so many time my fingers fall off, because I want to see more of this so badly it is ridiculous. I love the set-up, love how impassioned America gets, love that you work in the little background details of the situation as he recalls them. And it absolutely breaks my heart, because it's only going to get worse from here.
Love for you, author-anon. LOVE. Please, please continue this.
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“You have a problem with me protecting Toris? Well, that's fine.” He chuckled, but when he spoke his voice was low. “He's mine now,” Violet eyes were liquid once again, and smoldering behind a smile. “and if you want him... Come and get him.” His tone gave away the truth, that he knew perfectly well that America could not currently do much of anything but protest the occupations of-but wait, he only mentioned Lithuania? America frowned, but Russia was already on his way out, lips to the vodka bottle again.
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The only warning that Lithuania got as he stepped into the dining room from the kitchen was the sound of Latvia's startled yelp. Green eyes met violet as he turned his head, and he had only enough time to feel his heart skip a beat before a fist was tangled tightly in the back of his hair. Dishes crashed, breaking into a hundred pieces on the floor as Liet's back met the wall with enough force to knock the wind from him. He coughed, then arched his back as his hair was pulled back, a solid body against his own. He could smell the heavy scent of vodka before he even opened his eyes to see the evidence for himself. Russia glared down at him with an expression of fury that he had not seen in over twenty tears, perhaps since the brunette's last rebellion against him. Violet eyes looked liquid, red-lined and wet.
Stay calm, Lithuania thought, Where has he been? Make him calm down! He moved his eyes slightly to the right, where he could see just past Russia's shoulder. Estonia was ahead of him, hands on Latvia's shaking shoulders as he led him out of the dining hall. One last glance was given over the blond's shoulders, as Estonia whispered a prayer to his brother. Russia jerked hard on his hair, and Liet let a groan slip past his lips as he looked back.
“Look at me!” Russia demanded, every hint of good-natured childishness and playful sadism gone. It was deep, and it was raw, and... hurt? “Look at me and answer me, Toris! Why...?” He released the hair from his hand, much to Lithuania's relief, but the grip on his chin was bruising, and not much better.
“W-why... why... what?” Lithuania asked, wincing as he forced the words out despite the grip.
“Why did you... How could you...?” Russia's breath was heavy and hot, forcing Liet to wince as it brushed over his face, reeking of vodka.
“I-I didn't...!” Whatever it was, he didn't do it. Did he? His people were behaving so far, and he hadn't planned any rebellions for the near future... Russia's eyes narrowed farther, and he lifted the smaller nation, until Liet had to hold his wrist with both hands as his toes scraped the floor. “I-Ivan-san..!”
“Then you deny it?! You're saying that everything he said was a lie? I want the truth, Toris!” Fingers slipped down about Lithuania's neck to get a better grip, but they weren't yet cutting off air. “What else did you tell him? Did you ask him to save you? That arrogant man!”
“W-who?!” Lithuania gasped desperately.
“You're in this together, aren't you?” Russia's eyes widened suddenly, and his grip loosened, Liet's feet touching the floor again safely. “You did this... to hurt me! With that man, you betrayed me!”
“Please,” Lithuania protested, voice hoarse, hands still loosely holding the taller nation's wrist. Taking advantage of the momentary shock, he slid his fingers between he space of his throat and Russia's palm, slowly removing his hand. “What man?”
“Alfred!” Russia's voice was growl, hatred dripping from the name. Liet's emerald eyes widened,
“A-Al-san?” That was who Russia had gone to meet? He'd known that America said that he'd support him if Russia claimed him again, but this isn't what he expected. His look of shock was mistaken for one of admittance, and Russia's furious expression came back. Liet's hand were still holding onto Russia's, so the blond grabbed both wrists with it, lifting them above his head and pinning him to the wall once again.
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“L-let me explain...”
Smack.
The slap split his lower lip, and made him slightly dizzy. Russia whispered a word, a very foul word in his mother tongue, as he grabbed a hold of Lithuania's collar. Liet's cheeks flushed in anger, and he looked up to Russia in shock. “I'm not-!”
“Aren't you?” Russia asked, as his fingers began to undo the buttons of his shirt. His other hand still held Lithuania's wrists tightly above his head. “Because that's what we call them here-suka. Those who betray their loved ones. Those who let other men touch them.” Liet was shaking his head, tears at the corners of his eyes.
“No, I didn't-!” Smack! The brunette's face turned with the second slap, and now he tasted the blood in his mouth.
“You should know better than to lie right now, Toris~” Half of the smaller nation's shirt was open, and Lithuania was starting to tremble. There was a loud rip, and several buttons flew and Russia simply tore the rest of it open.
“But I'm no-!” Russia's hand rose again, but Liet clicked his mouth shut reluctantly. And then that hand was on the brunette's pants. They were undone swiftly, and none to gently yanked past his narrow hips along with his boxers. Russia released him then, stepping back to cross his arms.
“Take them off.” He said simply. Lithuania swallowed as he complied, slipping them off along with his shoes. Before he could fold them to set them aside, Russia's hand was on his wrist, and he pulled him close as he knelt down.
“Ugh!” Liet coughed as he was lifted swiftly onto the blond's shoulder, fingers grasping the back of his coat. He wanted to protest, wanted to plead with Russia that this was a mistake! As he was carried towards the front foyer, it was all he could do to pray that his brothers had gone to their room for the night. And pray that maybe later he'd have the chance to sneak back down to the kitchen, and clean up the remains of the uneaten dinner. The air was colder in the giant foyer, and he shivered on Russia's shoulder. Liet's initial fear quickly became cold terror as he realized that they weren't heading for the stairs that led to the second level, or the door that led to the basement. No, they were heading for the front door.
The cold burst of air was so strong that Lithuania lost his breath, and now he did struggle on Russia's broad shoulder. Wind-carried snow swirled around them in the evening snow, and already Liet's teeth were chattering as the blond stepped out into it. “Ivan-san, please-ahh!” This time the stinging smack had been delivered directly to his upturned backside, just an instant before he was deposited none to gently into the snow. Lithuania cried out, scrambling to crawl to his knees. He clung to Russia's coat, but the taller man gave a strong push with his leg, that toppled him over again. He chuckled playfully,
“What are you doing, Toris? I'm giving you want you want, aren't I?” He asked, tilting his head as if in confusion. Liet clung to his pant leg again, teeth chattering and body shivering as hard as Latvia when Russia gets a hold of him. His hands, feet, and knees already felt the sting of the frozen snow.
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“You're free.” Russia said simply, holding Lithuania at arm's length as the brunette whimpered in misery. “You can go to Alfred now, if you want.”
“What?” Liet gasped through his teeth. He cried out in dismay as the wind picked up around them again, arms wrapped around himself in a futile defense against it. Tears seemed to frost on his eye lashes as his hair whipped about his face. “Ivan-san, please...!” He begged, feeling the hand slide down to his throat to keep him where he was.
“You don't want to go to Alfred?” Russia asked, seeming surprised. Liet collapsed to his knees, the pain in his bare feet too much to take. He was let go as he dropped, and Ivan moved to kneel in front of him as Lithuania sobbed into his hands. “Toris~” He tilted his chin up again. Their breath mingled in the cold, clouds of white.
“N-no...” The brunette shook his head swiftly.
“No, what?”
“P-please, take me i-inside!” Liet looked up, reaching for Russia's hand. The blond let him take it. “P-please! I-I don't want t-to go a-anywhere!”
“Than you admit to it.” Russia asked, though his tone was that of a statement.
“A-admit to...” Eyes widened in horror as he watched Russia stand and turn away. “N-no!” Lithuania cried, reaching out to grab the blond's coat tail. “I-I... I a-admit it!” He sobbed, desperately.
“Ahh... now we're getting somewhere.” Russia beamed now, turning back around. “He seduced you, didn't he? That man made you turn against me?”
“Yes!” Anything, anything at all. Just take me back inside!
“Oh Toris, I knew it!” Russia dipped down to scoop the smaller nation up into his arms, as if he was a child. He carried him with an arm under his legs, and one behind his back, like a cradle. Over the threshold and back into the large, cold house. Lithuania curled into Russia as much as he could, shaking so hard that even the much larger nation nearly stumbled as he closed the door behind them with his foot. “Shhhh, shhh, you're doing well, Toris. Admitting your mistake is the first step to repentance.” He stated happily. “Ahh, just wait.” Russia said as he started up the stairs.
Up the stairs, not to the basement. It was a small comfort-a very small comfort.
“Since we don't follow a God anymore, you can repent to me. And we'll start by having you tell me everything. And then I can begin to forgive you... and decide what your punishments should be. I can't forgive you all at once, after all. Oh but Toris... I can't tell you how happy I am that you chose me.” Russia's voice was going on, but Lithuania merely held on tight, eyes closed and fighting the urge to sob again.
-Takes a deep breath.- That's all for now... Any suggestions, or requests for what happens, I'll be glad to do my best anons.
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I... wow. What a horrible way to get him to admit to what he did. Tremendously creative on the author's part, as well- and "letting him go" without letting him go at all was cruelly brilliant. I love that Russia is not just angry, but is genuinely upset, as well- it makes the fact that this time it's that much more serious sink in even more. The little part about Estonia taking Latvia out of the room broke my heart.
Please, please continue. You already have my soul, but I'll pledge you my undying love as well? And cookies. And cake.
Please? <3
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As for how the fic should go on, the line Russia speaks about them not having a God gave me this image of a naked Lithuania kneeling in front of Russia in a prayer pose as the towering nation reads him his sins and his punishments, making him repent for the sins and then feel the pain. I don't know if that works for you but it's the image I saw in my head as I read this and pictured the rest.
And the "taking him outside" part reminded me of my own Russia/Liet fic that I'm currently writing, in which an insane Russia takes Lithuania naked outside and forces him to play with him in the snow. Seems like some ideas don't just pass through one mind.
Lastly I beg, beg, beg you to continue this. Make Russia hurt Toris bad and definitely, definitely make Alfred see it. That's my last wish in regards to this amazing prompt.
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Oh Russia, you misunderstanding bastard.
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If I could make a request, suggestion thing (even though you seem to be heading in that direction anyway), um, more jealous Russia? Not really blindly cruel, but hurt. I was really surprised by that, and I think it's part of what makes this story so unique.
Thanks for this awesome story anon, wherever it goes. :)
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