Well, this one came when I re-read my summary for Dark Paradise.
If you thought this was an update, I'm sorry. I've been warned that unfortunatley, song lyrics are not allowed if Fics! Ah well...you will just have to 'keep the song in mind', as the 'warner', so to speak, said.
Lithuania walked through a field, regrets sitting heavily on his heart.
Perhaps if I had stayed…
He hated to remember, to crave the touch of someone other than Poland.
It's stupid, the bruises…
Memories of nights in which his lover was not so gentle came rushing back.
Lithuania was tied face down on the bed, and his screams resounded throughout the room as a whip slashed at his back relentlessly.
"You scream so loud, anyone would think you were just begging for more?"
Lithuania shook his head, shivering at how clearly he could hear Russia's voice in his head.
He wasn't all bad…
Toris remembered once, when the evil light was absent in the larger nation's eyes, when purple no longer shimmered around.
Russia eyes were wild, but Lithuania knew they were sane. He looked into them as Ivan gripped his arm with an unnatural strength.
"When you get the chance, even if it for a second, take them and run. Run out of here and never look back. I know what I do, please, go now-"
Russia was cut off as Lithuania hugged him tight and fled form the Soviet Union.
Praying he wouldn't remember, but one memory insistently beat on his mind.
Slowly, Lithuania walked toward the door. He knew he was returning to hell, but he had missed the smiles behind insanity.
Opening it, Toris looked around. Cautiously he called out.
"Russia?"
No reply. Something was off. Russia had been missing from the last few meeti-
Lithuania froze.
"Oh no…"
Russia was sat, wide eyed, head thrown back, at the breakfast table.
Blood had dried around a gaping hole on the side of his head.
"No…tell me it's just a nightmare…wake up Ivan…"
Tears flowed hot down his cheeks. Looking at the floor, Toris vaguely noticed a revolver behind Ivan.
Lithuania stood, hunched, over his body, crying more than he would ever remember.
Later, that was how the others found him, but tears of red flowed also from his head, a small piece of paper on the table explaining how Lithuania found Russia gone.
Lithuania glided through a field, sunflowers that surrounded flowing through his silent, see-through body.
In the distance a figure waited by the setting sun that set the sky on fire, their scarf blowing in the gentle breeze.
This is a song by Lana Del Rey, who is amazing.
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