The first thing I realized when I woke up was that it was freezing cold. Not that it was a surprise to me, it was like this everyday. Sometimes it felt like you couldn't find warmth no matter where you went. Even near the crackling fireplace in the cozy-looking living room. But I wouldn't know how cozy it was, since I never even bothered to lay down, much less sit down on the soft confines of the couch.
But, of course, those are the sacrifices you must make when you're a slave for that Russian bastard; Ivan. Ivan's the one who forced us -Raivis and Eduard- to join him. Latvia was too shaky for Russia's hard-core punishments and rules. And, Estonia was too smart for that, and usually kept out of Russia's way. Now, if only I were smart enough to listen to my brother and stay away from the far too intimidating Ivan.
But, it was as if I couldn't stay away from him. Ivan had some sort of magnet-like properties that drove me towards him. At first I thought it was something he did to everybody. But when I asked my brothers, they told me otherwise.
It was just me…
It was when I turned over lazily in the bed I inhabited and saw the brightness coming from the door that stood ajar that I realized how late it was. Probably not more than six-thirty, but nonetheless, it was far too late for Ivan's needs. I prayed to god that either Latvia or maybe even Estonia already got a good start on breakfast. If breakfast wasn't even partially prepared, Russia would surely give out his much too often used abuse.
I got up as quickly as I possibly could in order to save my ass. I then realized that it wasn't the best idea ever; I felt the blood come rushing to my head and the corners of my vision blur, but that didn't stop me from throwing on the most presentable article of clothing nearest to me, running down the stairway faster than humanly possible, and on top of all that, trying to think of the chores required from me today.
The first thing I knew I had to do was make sure that –hopefully- somebody already got breakfast prepared.
All of those hopes I had were tossed out the window into the snowy white wasteland Russia called 'home' when I stepped into one of Ivan's red-zones.
I stepped into the hallway with the door to the kitchen cracked open the slightest bit just enough so I could see through it without being seen.
"You silly excuse for a country," I heard Ivan say when suddenly one of his large hands came barreling on Raivis' sweet, innocent, and terrified face, "why wasn't my breakfast ready when I walked in here?"
"B-because, sir, I-I thought Lithuania would be here already… a-and I tried to make it for you in his p-place, b-but… b-b-but… but," Raivis said, just standing there, shivering and distraught with fear.
That's when I came into the room, trying to break up the situation laid out before me. Starting with cracking the door open just enough so that Ivan could see my worried face poking through the doorway. What Ivan saw was his opportunity for full-out abuse. Me.
Russia tore his penetrating gaze off of Raivis to look at me with those shimmering violet eyes that seemed to make me walk closer to him. Considering it was the opposite of what I wanted to do, I was terrified.
"Liet," Ivan said, his eyes penetrating mine, "Dear Raivis was just explaining to me that you were late for preparing my breakfast. Is that true, my dear, sweet Liet?" His voice was slick, honey coated, even. It sounded far too innocent for what I knew was going to come next.
I took another step forward, fully entering the kitchen, rage bubbling up inside me.
That Russian bastard has had far too much fun toying with my brother's (and my) emotions for far too long. The abuse was getting far too rough. Even though, it was mostly directed towards me.
I knew Latvia didn't mean any harm, but if he or Estonia ever got in any sort of trouble, no matter what, Russia would always come after me to take out his frustration.
"Toris, I was speaking to you,"
I snapped out of my deep thoughts and took another step forward, rage still settling deep inside my stomach. I switched my sights to where Ravis should have been standing, but he must've fled when either Ivan or I noticed.
"I… accidentally slept in… and," I slowly turned my head back to where the nation was towering over me. Seeing his smooth, lavender eyes and that sweet, sadistic smile made me drop to my knees, staring up at the Russian for forgiveness, "I… I won't do it again! I'm so sorry! Please forgive me, Ivan!"
I clutched at the rim of said Russian's russet coat, tears welling up in my olive toned eyes.
I learned very quickly that the more you beg and cry, the sooner it'll all be over. I learned this from years of brutal beatings and thrashings on a daily basis. This sort of thing happened more than once a day.
"Toris," he began, taking a step forward, closing in the space between us. He towered over me, his eyes penetrating me even more.
That's when suddenly, he snapped. His arm swiped across the only distance separating us, smashing into my face, knocking me to the floor. I leaned up against the wall for support and slid downward, sitting with my back against the wall, hands clutching at the sides of my head, tugging at my hair for protection of whatever would come next.
Ivan lurched forward again, his hand curling around the collar of my shirt, crushing me against the wall. He slid his arm upward to slide me further up the wall, his face closing in close enough to mine that I could smell his sunflower-scented breath.
"Toris, you do realize that I'm going to have to punish you again?" he said, continuing his unfinished sentence from before. I stared deeply into his eyes, and I realized how much darkness and passion there was in them when he was furious.
"P-please, Vanya, you can do whatever you want with me! J-just please don't hurt my brothers again… please," I begged, using his nickname to try and calm him down.
Ivan contemplated the proposal I had just made. Really, I had only said it to make him happy, to make Ivan hear my screaming to make him stop. I never even thought that he would consider the choice.
"Whatever I want with you?" he asked. As if he didn't hear me. I confirmed his question and he nodded silently, the smile curling back on his lips, his grip tightening around my collar.
He pulled me forward so that I was up against his chest, and his mouth was next to my ear.
"Then you'll be going through the worst time of your life from now on," he whispered. The soft threat against my ear made me shiver. And almost as soon as he was done talking, he slammed me back against the wall, no longer gripping my collar, but now my throat. I felt warmness on the back of my head, oozing down my neck. I knew this feeling. That warm, thick fluid was blood. Russia had slammed me too hard against the wall, and now he was choking me harshly.
I let a small choked up noise in the back of my throat. It was the closest thing to words I could get. I didn't have enough air. Not enough oxygen.
My shaky hands brought themselves automatically to Ivan's hands and wrists that were strangling me. I tried talking again, but another choked up noise was all that came out.
"Liet~" Ivan said sweetly, despite the horrible, sadistic tone far away in his voice, "if you try and talk now, it'll be breaking our deal," I coughed, my legs twitching involuntarily, my eyes welling up with tears. Russia laughed at my struggling and finally let go of me.
When I hit the floor hard and firm, I coughed and sputtered all over the floor. Even a little bit of blood was coming out of my mouth, dropping onto the perfectly clean floor that I had polished the day before.
"Ah, Toris now look at what you did," Ivan said, grabbing at my hair, kneeling down to reach my height the best he could.
"You got some blood on the floor," he stated. I felt him smile above me. That damn sadistic, striking smile that made me nervous just thinking about it.
He pressed my face on the floor, the blood smearing on my face.
"And did you know," he started, "that you have blood on the back of your head?"
Of course I knew that, you damn bastard! I thought.
He finally let go of my hair, allowing me to stare at his beautiful, lavender eyes. He showed me his hand, covered in my blood. Not that I wanted to see it, damn Russian.
"Clean it off, сука," he said, while I just sat on the floor, my hands pressed against the cold linoleum, the blood now on my face, staring at the hand with disgust.
He slapped me back to my senses, getting even more of my blood on my face.
"Didn't you hear me? I said clean it," he demanded. I didn't want to be slapped again, so I staggered to my feet, about to get a towel and some cleaning supplies when he tugged on my leg, dragging me downward into the same position that I was in before.
I stared at him in confusion. How else was I supposed to clean it without using anything?
And as if he read my mind, he stated forcefully;
"I want you to lick it clean," he said it as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
I stared at the Russian's extended hand once again I crawled forward an inch and took my hand in his, my head slowly and steadily making it's way to press up against Ivan's palm. My hand was caressing the other nation's hand, my lips brushing against his hand in a gesture for permission.
Ivan opened his palm more, giving acceptance. I slid my tongue across the underside of his hand where it was bloodiest, ridding Russia's hand of most of the plasma in one, clean movement.
It tasted faintly of metal and had the slight flavor of salt. But, it was different somehow. It was as if it tasted sweeter.
I glanced up at Russia as quickly as possible, trying to see his expression. It was one of frustration and slight pleasure. I flicked my tongue across his hand again, ridding the palm of blood. I moved to his fingers and kissed the tip of the digit, slowly easing it into my mouth.
I kept up this routine when suddenly, I heard the taller nation groan.
My eyes shot upward and I released Russia's finger, blushing furiously.
"I-I'm so sorry," I stammered, I felt the rage that was in my stomach previously suddenly turn into a nervous void of emptiness, "I-I'll just leave now," and so I got up awkwardly and fled the room as quickly as possible.
The only things going through my head at that moment were:
Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, I just made Vanya moan. He moaned! For me!
A/N: HOLY FUCKING SHIT I DIDN"T KNOW I COULD WRITE THIS LOL! This will definatly be continued...
At least as long as people review good things and stuff ;D
Oh, and here is the translation for the random Russian I used in this chapter ((And, correct me if I'm wrong, please D; )) ;
сука - Bitch.