Hey there! I'm not too new to Hetalia, but this is one of my first Hetalia fanfictions. I've seen a few of these stories around, so I've decided to do one of my own. You'll notice that they're mostly RussiaxLithuania. My favorite Hetalia pairing. I hope you enjoy it! 3 I'll dedicate this story to Jazzy, my favorite psychotic stitched up killer waffle. 3 Now go make FatMax a sammich.

Disclaimer – EmoLollipop does not own Axis Powers Hetalia in any way, shape or form, nor is she earning any money from this. This applies for all of my chapters.

Ivan was furious. That much Toris knew. The big man had the strong smell of vodka surrounding him, his amethyst eyes hard and cold. The smell soon became a taste. Cold lips that tasted like the alcohol Russia held dear. But his vodka changed him to a dangerous man…an angry and violent man.

Toris could say nothing while his shirt was ripped off, and dirty and jagged fingernails raked his back and drew blood. Toris put up with it for only one reason – Ivan needed him. He held on to him like a drowning child, swallowed up by frigid waters. So Toris humored the man, and stayed by his side.

Unintended - Muse

It was odd how right it felt to sit next to Ivan's side as the larger nation cried. Despite seeming so strong, sometimes Toris would find Russia staring out the window at the ever-falling snow with tears falling silently down his cheeks. At those times, Ivan was the only one in his little world. Toris could sit next to for hours, and the vodka-scented nation wouldn't notice.

After the violence of the Russian, Toris treasured the moments of silence where he could hold the man's hand, and not have to worry about being struck.

Ivan only wanted more land; he never seemed to realize that Toris stuck with him out of love.

Wake Up Call – Maroon 5

Toris knew he had made a mistake. Ivan could tell that from the look in his eyes. He should have known that sneaking out to meet his little Polish friend would result to this. Toris was HIS. Not Feliks'. And he was going to be damned if the man would leave him like everyone else. Ivan was slightly sorry about the scars on his little Liet's body. But they were what made him so lovely. The swollen and bruised flesh proved that the Lithuanian was his, and his alone. So how could Toris bare his scars of love to Poland?

So Ivan set about with proving his love once again.

I'm Just a Kid – Simple Plan

Why hadn't England come back yet? America was sitting in his house, holding on to the musket that his brother/father had given him for protection. It had been months. Alfred knew that being a nation was difficult, but Arthur couldn't spare a day for him? Arthur had told him to grow strong, and grow he did. When the larger, now smaller, nation returned, Alfred nearly towered over him. Served him right.

Let You Down – Three Days Grace

Trust. Ivan trusted no one. Surrounded by other countries that feared him. Avoided him. Some even hated him. So he did what they expected. Pressed them to join him. Followed them. Did cruel things to them. To all but one. His precious one…Lithuania. His lovely Toris believed that the Russian only loved to torture and scare him. But in truth, it was only love. Just love.

But that trust was broken. Liet had been sneaking off with Poland after World Conference Meetings. And that trust was shattered.

Creep - Radiohead

Russia knew that everyone avoided him. He also knew that there was a reason too. He was a hulking man who did unmentionable things to people.

But only one country stayed by his side, even after he was free. His beloved Lithuania. His love pulled him to control the smaller man in every way. What he could read, when he could sleep, what he could eat. And to Ivan's disbelief…Toris stayed. Stayed, even though Ivan acted the part of a ruthless dictator.

He didn't know what his precious Liet saw in him. But he craved for his happiness. So he gave him what he wanted. He gave himself.

Bliss - Muse

Ivan wished he could be like his precious Liet. His happy, helpful, loving Liet. Liet treated everyone around him with the same respect. Except for Russia.

Whenever his love's eyes turned to him, all he saw was fear. He could see the beautiful brown eyes calculating his mood, his body language…. and that infuriated him. His love was kind to everyone but him. He hated the fact that as soon as he came close to Toris, the smaller man would practically reek of fear. Fear of a beating, fear of being controlled and captured again. Ivan wished he could restrain himself from marring that smooth skin.

But those fearful eyes started the endless cycle again.

A Move Script Ending – Death Cab For Cutie

Toris wished his life could be like the ones he saw in the movies. Star-crossed lovers, adventures, mysteries.

What he got was much different. He got a hulking Russia making love to him, torturing him, and being shackled for days on end without food.

But on the rare days when Ivan wasn't intoxicated…those days were bliss. When the sunflowers were out, the Russia would smile like a small child, and drag Lithuania through field spinning in a circle with that ever-present scarf flapping in the man-made breeze. The smile of the blond man. The joy-filled giggles.

And then Toris remembered why he put up with the abuse. For days like these, carefree days with the man he loved.

Leave out All The Rest – Linkin Park

Ivan was afraid. He was afraid of disappearing, and having no one to care enough to seek him out. He would wake up with cold sweats, screaming a blood-curling shriek. He would lay his face in his large hands and cry.

But Toris knew. Knew that he wasn't the strong, powerful country everyone saw. His beloved Liet knew who he was underneath the surface. A man who would allow the head of a sleeping Lithuania on his shoulder. A man who would dance and sing in a field of sunflowers. And he wasn't afraid anymore. Because there was finally someone who cared about him, and stayed by his side.

In The End – Linkin Park

England had known this day would come someday. But so soon? And this way? Did he really deserve a gun pointed at him? Did he really deserve his beloved little brother strive for independence in such a manner?

Now years later, the two could still never agree. England couldn't help himself but address to the strong young man in front of him as a child.

America seemed to think that he was trying to annoy him. But he still saw the man as the giggly little boy he had raised so long ago.

Beautiful Soul – Jesse McCartney

Feliks loved Toris. The Polish man knew that much right off the bat. He wanted to protect his life long friend, and most of all to make him his.

But when the Pole studied the man of his affections closely he discovered something. The way the brutish and hulking Russian would smile at the Lithuanian, and the smaller man would blush a bright scarlet. He saw the big man wrap his scarf around the neck of the smaller Liet when the man shivered.

And then Feliks realized that his love was pulled towards the Russian. And he wouldn't be able to break their love apart. So he was content to watch him from afar.

Bleed It Out- Linkin Park x2

Blood. The beautiful crimson liquid that keep life in peoples veins. So why did he watch his lifeblood trickle from his wrists every night? Why did he slice the thin flesh of his arm so frequently? Why? Why did he feel better when he was covered with his own blood? He didn't know.

He was interrupted one night. A sleepy Toris opened the bathroom door to relieve himself and found him. The small man saw him gleefully giggling as he cut into his flesh. He heard a gasp, and the knife was thrown from his hand.

How could you? He heard the man scream at him, beating his small hands on the Russian's strong chest. What would cause you to do such a thing? His response was a smile, and a Isn't the color so pretty Liet? The Lithuanian's eyes had widened, and he had thrown himself at Ivan and began to sob, clutching the larger man's chest as his sight faded and he passed into the void of unconsciousness.

How Long - Hinder

Ivan stared in horror at the scene he saw. His beloved Liet was walking hand-in-hand with that Polish man. He watched in an emotionless stupor as Toris leaned over and kissed the blonde's cheek. Then turned and saw him.

It seemed like Lithuania was scared. But why? What could Ivan possibly do to him? Beat on him for betraying his affections in favor of the other man?

The Pole had followed Toris's line of sight and saw the Russian. The look of anger, those jade eyes cold and piercing. And his beloved Lithuania was pulled away, leaving the large man staring in front of him in shock. There was no backward glance for him.

So the Russian hardened his heart once more. He responded only when asked a question. He was swallowed up by the negative feelings, the warmth the Lithuanian had brought out freezing over once again… bringing him back to his former self...him before Lithuania.

So, what'd you think? C: I'd really appreciate your opinion and reviews. Or I'll send Gilbert after your vital regions. :C Just kidding~! 3

*edit - added missing before and after story notes