This story begins simple.
The three baltics, Russia, and Poland. Each hold their own part of this so called "Fairy tale,".
Right now we have our beautiful couples. Estonia and Latvia, claimed to be brothers by many but actually they just have a very...very close relationship. Then there's Russia and Lithuania. More of a servant and master relationship going here. Poland sets a fuss with these to, complaining that Russia is only using Lithuania for his own pleasures.
Truth is...there's a dark secret between what seems so...innocent.
"P-please! Stop it hurts!" a cry for help came out as a breathless beg. Lithuania was chained in Russia basement. With a whip in hand, Russia went on with continous beatings. "Lithuania~ It's almost over! You can hold on longer, da?" Russia tilted his head, a sadistic smirk painted on his lips.
Lithuania cried out at the crack of the whip. Then a sharp pain pulsed through out the male's back. "RUSSIA!" Lithuania jolted forward, his body covered in tears and sweat. A pleased purr left the Russia's throat. "Mm~ Scream my name again, da?" his voice almost raspy. Lithuania had tears built in his eyes, stinging by the second. He loved what everyone hated. Lithuania wanted to be everything important to Russia.
"I love you...." Lithuania whispered in Russia's ear, his hands lightly grasping his shoulders. Russia smiled and wrapped his arms around Lithuania's thin waist. "You love Russia?" he blinked in almost disbelief. Lithuania smiled sweetly and nodded. "I do..."
One more crack of the whip and Russia was done. Lithuania's chin hit his chest, tears sliding down the bridge of his nose. His body was limp, he breathed heavily as he could hear the Russian approach. "I love you..." Russia stroked Lithuania's hair, leaving a kiss on the shell of his ear. Lithuania trembled and nodded. "I love you too..." he said heavily.
At that, Russia unlocked the chains. Lithuania fell forward on to the concrete floor. Russia left him there to pull himself together. The sadistic smile on Russia's lips faded. It was now a look of horror, he just realised what he had done to the one who cared so much for him. It was to late though....to late to say sorry.
This was what it always was. A fight, a forgiveness, and then back around. Lithuania wanted a change...but did Russia? The small brown haired male shook violently as he grasped the white button up shirt from across the floor. He felt the sting of an open wound on his back. Crimson liquid seeped from the wounds leaving a puddle on the ground. He knew it was him to clean this all by morning.
Pulling on his shirt, Lithuania stood up. He wobbled and grasped the wall for balance. He needed someone to talk to. Then it hit him. Feliks. Lithuania ran up the basement stairs and left the house, nothing else with him except the clothes on his back.
He finally cracked.