Live, Learn and Trust
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: After the dissolving of the USSR, Alfred takes in Toris, and tries to help learn to be happy again…a friendship story, of healing and learning to trust. Rated T for slightly dark themes
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Prologue:
For Each Painful Moment:
You're Broken
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The faint whoosh of air swept through the cold, white landscape, chilling Lithuania's bones. Every muscle was tensed, and he was shaking, ears and nerves on high alert waiting to hear anything that wasn't the weather.
It had been a long two hours as he waited in the snow, crowing behind some dead gray looking trees, his eyes searching for Ivan, and praying to god that Russia wouldn't find him.
Ivan didn't take well to deserters.
His fingers on his left hand gripping the weakened wood of the tree he was still hiding behind, knuckles turning white and aching from holding the bark so roughly. He barely noticed though, as another icy wind sped through forage, causing a shiver to go down his spine.
A twig snapped, and Toris spun around, heart beating fast. Leaning against the tree, and wishing his heart was quieter, because that was probably how he was found again—his eyes fell on the sight of a small white rabbit skitter into some bushes instead of an angry Russian.
He turned back and forced the quivering fear from his mind, trying to concentrate. Even though he'd only spent two hours in the fridge landscape, it had been three days since he'd had anything more than scrapes, and from the looks of his current situation it would probably be even longer until he had a decent meal.
But he didn't mind, as long as he was away from Ivan, anywhere was better. A lot better.
He tugged his soft, old winter cap further down on his head, and rubbed his eyes, trying to stay awake; any lapse of guard could mean the return of the pain, and the crack of a gun. Ivan's new way to promote obedience and infect pain…
Something that Toris was no stranger to.
He glanced down to his right arm, his bandage hand nestled deep within the warm folds of his winter coat hiding a gaping, and still bleeding wound.
After his last escape attempt, Ivan had shot him eight times—seven of which glazed he into his legs, and the last into his dormant hand, both as a warnings and a punishment. Yet that didn't matter, because Toris wasn't going to give up.
Not yet, when he could almost touch the freedom that had been denied to him for so long.
He had to escape.
Leave. I want to leave.
"I found you."
Toris eyes went wide, his form frozen in place, as terror filled him.
He knew that voice.
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Author's Note: Things are coming together so slowly. Hopefully this and the rest of the updates are enough to make up for the long two weeks of no updates. Once again, this is a friendship fanfic—there are no pairings! There updates on the other fanfics are coming along okay. I'm trying hard to finish them and get them on the site. Please be patient, Lost in Transition is going to end with this next upcoming chapter.
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