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Lithuania flinched back from the heavy arm the bearlike man placed across his shoulders. Poland couldn't bring himself to meet his partner's eyes, instead lifting his chin and addressing Russia. "You'd totally better take good care of him," he choked in the fiercest tone he could manage.
"Oh, we're not going anywhere!" Russia giggled as though Poland had said something silly instead of the fangs-bared (though empty) threat it was. "No, I think Lithuania needs to see a good example of what happens to disrespectful pets who attack their owners. Just so you don't get any ideas," he added brightly, patting Lithuania's cheek, with cold eyes that belied his bubbly tone. "Now, you're probably going to want to run to him and show some more of that fiery bravado from before, but I would advise you not to do that," Russia said in a low voice. "No, that wouldn't be a very good idea, not at all. You see, you wouldn't know this, but the way these things usually go is that the more you make a fuss, the more they hurt him. And that's not what you want, is it?"
Poland felt his heart crumble as he saw his friend's eyes squeeze shut, unable to make himself say 'yes' to this man, while Poland could say nothing but, afraid that any other answer would cause Lithuania more pain than their pride was worth. Across the room, Russia was stroking Lithuania's arm absently, as though he were some sort of small, frightened animal. And Lithuania, though a good three inches taller than Poland, did look small, and pale. Terror wound his pretty, angular features tight, made his mouth seem too thin and harsh a line and his eyes too wide. He trembled slightly, all the more for trying not to. Russia was pressed against him, all large and soft lines looking ready to swallow Lithuania up like the ocean closing around a sinking boat; his other hand toyed with the edge of Lithuania's housecoat where it closed at the waist, fingers running just inside the fabric, against the thin layer of cotton nightshirt that was the only thing separating his bare skin from Russia's searching hands.
Suddenly, Poland wished he hadn't suffered that fit of laziness in the morning and decided they could put off dressing until they went out.
Russia's hand slipped inside Lithuania's robe, and Poland squeezed his eyes shut; it didn't block out the strangled sound of horror Lithuania made. When Prussia placed a rough hand on his shoulder, he let himself be spun around roughly to face the Teuton, guilt bubbling up in his stomach at his eagerness to be given an excuse to look away from Lithuania's torment.
The relief didn't last long. Lips stretched in a vicious smirk, Prussia leaned down and put his mouth close to Poland's ear, so close that Poland could feel hot breath on his skin. He fought the urge to flinch away or lash out. Prussia's lips grazed the junction of his earlobe and jaw.
"I'm going to make you scream," he whispered so that even Austria, standing right next to them, could not hear.
"I won't. No matter what," Poland replied, his own voice equally low. He tried to keep his posture loose, so that Lithuania wouldn't see his back stiffen and know that he was afraid. Breathing was hard, and breathing evenly was impossible. But he couldn't show weakness, not with Lithuania watching. I'll be calm for both of us, he told himself. The hand on his shoulder slid down his arm, almost caressing, almost like a lover's, and settled on his waist. Prussia pulled him closer until their chests were flush against one another.
"If you don't," he leered, "I'll get it out of him."
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I'M ONLY DOING MY JOB I SWEAR. ;__;
(And if it makes you feel any better, writing it is totally breaking my heart/soul/faith in humanity, too. D:)
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(The history trufax makes my heart ache in a delicious way.)
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After a moment, Poland realized Lithuania was screaming his name, though it sounded far away, as though called across hills blanketed in snow. The more he focused on it, the nearer the sound became, the more distant the pain where Prussia's teeth met Poland's skin, until finally it sounded as though he and Lithuania were in the same room again, and Poland realized that Lithuania wasn't really screaming: he was sobbing. His voice was choked, and Poland knew that if he saw Lithuania's face, his eyes would be free of tears, because Lithuania never cried, never let his face show anything but happiness or a not-expression that only Poland could read - but his voice instantly gave away whatever he was feeling. Usually when he was upset, Lithuania was silent.
He cried out again, and Poland had a moment of shocking fear as he realized that maybe Lithuania wasn't screaming for him but to him. He imagined Russia pinning Lithuania to the floor, pushing aside the thin layers of housecoat and nightshirt as though undressing a rag doll; he imagined Lithuania's legs splayed akimbo, his chest heaving with terror, calling for Poland to help him, terrified but ever trusting that Poland would know what to do, would protect him -
Poland twisted free of Prussia's mouth, turning his head just enough to see over his shoulder out of the corner of his eye that Lithuania was still standing, fully clothed, only trying to shoulder free of Russia's encircling grasp, a parody of a lover's embrace. "Poland!" he cried, tears in his voice and face dry. Let go of him, Poland wanted to yell, to take command of the situation as though this were just another battlefield, can't you see you're hurting him? Let him go! But his voice wouldn't work, lips feeling swollen and tongue too heavy to speak. He met Lithuania's eyes, tried to explain in that brief moment of wordless connection why he didn't say anything, why he didn't fight, that he wasn't abandoning Lithuania, only protecting him the only way he could -
Prussia drove a knee into the small of Poland's back, knocking him to the ground.
"You want to look at him so bad? Can't give me five seconds of your attention?" he growled and pressed his booted foot between the prone man's shoulder blades. "That's fine. You can look at him all you want while I fuck you. You can see the look on his face when I make you come."
"Is this really - " Austria interrupted. He seemed to be reconsidering, but it was much too late to undo what had been set in motion.
"Stay out of this," snapped Prussia in response. "You wanted him as badly as I did. You get cold feet and want to pussy out, fine, you can walk right out and I'll take your share, but don't get in my way."
Austria reacted as though he'd been slapped. "You listen to me - " he huffed, but Prussia cut him off again.
"I'll do whatever the hell I want," he repeated, "and you can either let me do it, or join him on the floor. If this offends your delicate sensibilities," Prussia spit the words, "go wait in the next room. Now, are we done?"
(Sorry it's so laaaate, school has been NUTS orz)
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i think my heart was just broken, ripped out of my chest, shattered to pieces and stomped on.
ilu, anon. :(
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We're all going to need a support group when this is over. D:
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Thank you. Anon will try to do her best!
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Writer!anon loves you, too! Some day everything will be all right. Some day. ;_;
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