AN: This is the first thing I've written in a while. My first angsty thing in a while. And my first RussiaxLithuania fic! Woo! It's one-sided though, so, if you were expecting hot smexi Yaoi...you're gonna be disappointed xD

Sunflowers.

They were Ivan's prized posession.

Pain.

Is what Ivan loved to watch Toris be in.

Sunflowers.

Are what Toris watered everyday, to make sure they were perfect.

Pain.

Is what Toris received everyday, despite his attempts to make sure those sunflowers stayed alive. Toris dealt with the abuse. Dealt with the mental torture. Dealt with every twisted little thing that Ivan did to him.

All because he loved Ivan. For some odd and unknown reason. It wasn't obvious that he loved Ivan. It was quite the opposite actually. Toris was so good at hiding his feelings at this point, that no one knew what he felt anymore.

Except when he was hit. Phsysically Tortured. And on those rare occassions, mentally tortured. Whenever Ivan did those things to him, he screamed. He screamed so loud that everyone in the house could hear him. Eduard and Raivis did their best to ignore those horrifying, blood-curdling screams of terror and pain that came from Ivan's study everyday.

But Toris...Toris dealt with it. He would deal with it as long as he needed to, as long as Ivan never made him leave. Over the years, he grew attatched, isolating himself from everyone except for Feliks.

"Liet. This attachment you have to that creepy, Russian man, like, isn't healthy at all. You totally have to, like, get out of there. 'Cause I read this thingy that it, like, wasn't good for your mental or phsyical health if you had totally unhealthy obsessions like this."

Toris sighed and shook his head. "I can't leave, Feliks. I don't want to leave..and even if I did..Ivan would catch me and end up killing me. You know this. And I don't have an obsession with him.."

"You totally do! I'm pretty sure you have Stockholm Syndrome, Liet. You should go see a doctor or something."

"I don't need to.."

The conversations with Feliks pretty much took the same direction everyday. Stockholm Syndrome. Therapy. Doctors. The same three words...everyday. He was sick and tired of it. "Toris! Go see a doctor!" "Toris! Get therapy!"

No. No. No.

"Toris! You totally have to run away. Why don't I, like, sneak you out tonight?"

No. No. NO.

He would NOT leave. He cared for Ivan too much, despite the fact that the cruel, merciless Russian didn't feel the same. But Toris could deal with that. He could deal with everything..

He didn't need therapy. Or doctors.

As long as Ivan was around.

The abuse...he could deal with.

The torture...he could deal with. As long as he were able to see Ivan everyday.

He would deal with it..and keep his mouth shut..

As long as he was able to water the Sunflowers. And as long as he was able to deal with the pain..