It's been a while since I typed something. Late. No edit. Don't tell me about errors. I'll get them later.
Characters (c) Axis Powers Hetalia
The snow was bitter and harsh, as it should be in the month of December. Toris only wished that it would have been a little warmer, or atleast have worn warmer clothes, but he didn't exactly expect to be escaping or running in the cold for that matter.
His feet were numb yet burning with pain, he knew he was walking but he didn't know how fast or if he was even on solid ground. His legs burned with the same intensity and his arms were brought in front of him to keep the snow from pelting him any further.
His jacket couldn't keep the warmth from leaving his body as much as he would have liked it too. It hung off of him with huge gashes in the sleeves and ripped in the back, a result of Ivan's latest attack, hence the reason he was running away for good.
His attempts of running away had failed numerous of times, always ending the same way, Toris running back to Ivan because of empty promises and false hope of change.
It was the last straw for the lithuanian, although it did pain him to leave, for the sake of his brothers, but he had to go get help, he'd have to find someone first and come back for them. Eduard was a pretty mature individual and he would keep Raivis safe for the most part. As the eldest, Toris had to do his job and keep walking.
He had no idea how far he walked, or how far it was to the nearest town. He remember crossing a river or lake, it was a body of water, of which was rather deep and a long and cold swim.
It was all mental to him, he just kept telling himself that he could reach the end of this swim, eventually he did, though it was physical draining, to the point where he couldn't stand.
Every time he tried to stand, his knees would buckle and he would fall in the snow, his fingers were blue and he found it difficult to crawl. The clothes he had on were cold and wet, sticking to his skin as he tried to move in the snow.
With a gasp of air, he collapsed in the nearest snow pile. Toris just didn't have the strength anymore to move, flashes of past experences went through his mind. The thought of death was very tempting and sweet to him by now, it would have been a better solution then being found by the russian again.
That was a selfish thought however, he couldn't leave his brothers to be beaten or killed. He wanted to get up, he wanted to run and keep running until he would find a solution, but he just couldn't.
With a mutter of apologise, Toris let his eyes roll in his head, his lids slowly shutting from exhaustion.
"Is someone there?" A call shot at him through the blizzard, a small chance of hope had hit him all at once. This was one small opening, he couldn't let it slip.
With all the strength he could muster, he fidgetted onto his hands and knees with a grunt, shouting with all his breath an 'I'm here!'
The words seemed to repeat themselves over and over as tears started to form and stream down his face.
The sound of heavy boots running over towards him made his heart beat faster; with a smile on his face, he collapsed again in the snow, over hearing the words that left his savior.
"Oh my god! Are you ok?" It was a male, no doubt, and his voice was a familiar but he couldn't point out exactly who.
"H-help me..." he tried to speak more but everything seemed to grow darker and darker.
"I'll get you inside! Just hang in there ok?"
Toris felt himself be picked up threshold style and brought close to a warm chest. His eyes tried to adjust onto the face of the man who had saved him, but the only thing he could see was a hazy figure.
Smiling as his eyes closed, he let out a breath of 'You're a saint...' before he eventually drifted off into a sleep of which he wasn't sure he would wake up from.
-T.L