Hi! First fan fiction ever so don't hit me. THIS IS NOT A ABUSE/RAPE STORY. I do not write those. This is a Hetalia story centered around the independence of the Baltic States and the corruption of the Soviet Union. It deals with real history and not just pairing. I will put all my historical references down at the bottom. Thanks so much! Read on!
Lithuania sighed as he finished cleaning the last of many windows. He stared outside and watched snowflakes fall in a steady rhythm. Snow had always been a wonderful aspect to Toris, however, that was before he moved to Mr. Russia's house. It had become so familiar to Toris that the plain white landscape was now dull and boring. Plus, it was cold almost all the time and the Baltic missed his familiar scent of humid air every once in a while. How much he wished to visit his people again…
No… Lithuania shook his head. I will not depress myself when there is a lot to get done before dinner! A small smile came onto his face that relaxed the rest of his body. Gathering the rag into a wad, Toris stepped down from a chair he had been standing on. Russia's house was quite big, and Lithuania never understood how Russia had been able to manage the home when he used to live by himself. The house mostly contained large rooms filled with red and gold carpets and curtains; smooth wooden floors; and navy blue walls. Though most would think Russia's house would be dark, grandiose lights hung all around the place that illuminated the rooms. Victory trophies lined the walls of the long hallways that Mr. Russia picked up from his battles. That was the one thing Lithuania couldn't stand to look at. Deaths racked those trophies.
Toris began his descent to the kitchen, which was on the first floor. Dinner was always his responsibility, and he found cooking to be one of his best stress relievers. Although Lithuania had much different food interests then the things Russia asked him to make.
"EEEeeeek!"
A squeal rang out from the kitchen area, accompanied by a soft crash of something hard on the title.
Lithuania picked up his pace and quickly stepped down the large staircase.
"Latvia! You a-are the clumsiest person to walk this planet!"
Toris walked into the kitchen, where he found Estonia scolding Latvia, who was currently trying his hardest to pick up pieces of a now broken teacup. Estonia turned and sighed grumpily when he saw Toris.
"Can you tell this lollpea that he needs to be more careful?" Estonia fumed.
Ravis shakily looked up from gathering the pieces into his hand.
"Lithuania! P-please don't b-be mad! I d-didn't mean to!" Latvia cried, running expressively over to his older brother with the porcelain still in hand.
The younger Baltic pulled him in a hard hug and cried into his stomach. Lithuania patted his head and gave Ravis a comforting smile.
"You should be more careful, Latvia, you are going to cut yourself up if you keep holding those pieces," Lithuania soothed, "Just wrap them up and throw them away, taip? We aren't mad at you, right Estonia?"
Toris gave Estonia a raised eyebrow and waited for an answer.
"Fine, yes," Estonia huffed and folded his arms, "Just tell him we don't want to deal with him— Ah hah ha oh my!"
The atmosphere in the room seemed to dim down a few degrees. The Baltic's knew this sensation all too well. It meant he was here.
Russia towered over Estonia, even though Estonia was the tallest of the trio. His white hair was shaken like fresh powered snow on his head, and he wore a deadly smile that was half covered by his cream colored scarf that he adored. The matching coat was still on him from his trip from outside, and Lithuania thought worriedly on the idea that neither Lithuania nor Estonia had heard him reenter the large mansion. Ravis, of course, didn't count because he was a big enough ditz that he would never realize if Russia were standing right in front of his face.
"M-m-mr. Russia sir!" Estonia sputtered out and plastered on a fake smile. Toris watched grimly as Estonia jumped when the larger man put a hand on his shoulder.
Lithuania felt Ravis hold onto his waist even more.
"You guys look so cute together! All the brothers talking to each other! But there is work to be done before dinner, da? That is when we may talk!" Russia piped.
Everyone knew that the last two sentences were not suggestions, but orders they had to follow.
"Y-yes Mr. Russia, I-I will go and prepare th-the laundry!" Estonia confirmed quickly, taking his leave before Russia could protest.
Damn that Estonia is quick! Lithuania cursed inwardly.
"And you Ravis? You will be attending to the cups and their cleaning, da? Maybe the scraping the outside sidewalk will correct that mishap?" Russia pointed to the broken cup in Ravis's hand, not caring that Estonia took his leave.
"I-I-I um, y-yes Mr. Russia?" Latvia squeaked, and jumped away from Lithuania, "D-does that mean you want me to scrape the sidewalk or a-are you wanting me to clean the cups o-o-or—"
"Latvia, just follow orders, da?" Russia snapped, clearly irritated.
Ravis, why do you do these things? Toris groaned internally.
Latvia jumped at his words and hurriedly nodded. He turned to leave as quickly as he could, but Russia bellowed;
"The teacup Latvia!"
"Yes s-sir!"
Lithuania tried not to screw up his face in annoyance when Latvia came stumbling back to dump the chipped cup into the garbage. Ravis sent Toris a guilty look before scurrying out of the room and down the hall.
"Lithuania, you will follow me, da?" Russia ordered, a slight trace of annoyance in his voice. The eldest Baltic hoped the irritation in his voice was reminisce of Ravis's mishap and wasn't directed towards him.
Toris gulped, but gave a quick, "Of course, Mr. Russia."
Lithuania knew that going with Russia to his upstairs office was one of two things; One, he was in trouble and was going inside to get an assignment, or Two, Russia was going to have the talk.
Toris decided either was bad, but the second option was at least slightly better, if not entirely awkward.
Lithuania had to advance up the stairs after Russia to catch up with his impressively long strides. How does he walk so damn fast? Over the years, Toris had decided that after Mongolia's rule over Russia, the man had taken steroids to become powerful in such a short amount of time.
"We go in, da?"
"Da,"
Lithuania held the door open for Russia, and quickly followed him in afterwards.
"Would you shut the door, Litva?"
Lithuania cringed. The familiarities had begun. Russia almost never called him anything other than his country name in from of anyone else. The country had seemed to take the liking of names like "Litva" and "Liet" when they were alone, which somewhat bothered Toris.
Also, the door needed to be shut. Whatever Russia had in store was private to only him and Lithuania's ears.
Toris sucked in a breath and gave a quick nod before shutting the door closed. After he heard a soft click, he turned to face Russia, who was already sitting behind his elegant desk. A hand beckoned for Lithuania to sit in the chair opposite to him. Toris reluctantly obliged.
"What is it that you'd like to talk about, Mr. Russia?" the Baltic began timidly.
The Russian sighed heavily and stretched his arms over his head. Slowly he took off his black gloves and laid them on the table in a neat pile before stripping down to his undershirt.
"You may call me Ivan here, Litva." Russia corrected as he swung the coat over the back of his chair.
Lithuania quickly shut his eyes tightly.
"Y-yes, Ivan."
"Liet, have I talked to you about my other house?"
Lithuania frowned.
"No… I don't remember you speaking too much of the other house."
"Well Armenia, Azerbaijan, and Georgia live with me there. They have recently… declared they want to leave the family."
Lithuania's mouth fell open. The Soviet Union… is crumbling? He's beginning to lose the southern house? Toris began to feel the sense of dread and hope churning in his chest. He knew Azerbaijan a little bit, but he didn't realize the countries had wanted to leave this soon. I-is it possible to leave?
"S-sir? You mean they want to leave the Soviet Union?" Lithuania couldn't help the twinge of excitement in his voice. Russia glared at joy that had accidently seeped into his voice, so Toris quickly regained composure.
"Da… I don't understand why… I just want to be friends with the other countries and make them become one." Russia sighed deeply and ran a hand through his hair, "It has taken a great toll on me. I'm tired, Litva, it seems like I'm tired all the time now a days. Why do they want to leave? Why do they not like me?"
Lithuania swallowed dryly. Because they want independence. Because they want freedom. Because they want to govern their own economies and not slave away all day for you. Because they don't want to live in fear every day. Like me. And the rest of us.
Toris blinked back into reality when he found Russia was intently staring at him for an answer.
"Well," Toris thought deeply for an answer that wouldn't upset the other country, "Independence is a strong thing. It runs deep inside a country, and it is hardest to understand when you have your own…"
Russia slammed a fist on the desk, making Toris jump.
"But I know that feeling! When I was taken over by Mongolia…" Russia's voice lowered to a murmur. His fist slowly loosened and was brought up to his neck, where Russia rubbed as if to soothe himself. "But I was nothing like Mongolia, he was rude and hurtful…. I am good to the Baltics, da?"
Lithuania swallowed a lump that had formed in his throat.
"O-of course, Mr. Russia—"
"Ivan," Russia corrected in a growl.
"Ah, yes, um, I-Ivan."
The human name just sounded weird for Lithuania to speak, since Russia had never referred to him as "Toris".
Russia let his hands slip behind his neck as he rested his head.
He's worried we are going to leave him.
"I don't want to be alone again, Litva," Russia whispered, his earlier strong façade dropping momentarily, "I don't want to see my family leave,"
"Ivan, even if the other countries want their independence, it doesn't mean that they don't like you. They just want to be your friends, your partners, not your sla—" Lithuania stopped himself, "underlings. Th-they don't hate you."
Toris had to stop. I always stutter when I lie.
Ivan looked into Toris's eyes; his amethyst hitting deep blue.
"You guys won't leave me, right?" Russia asked in a whisper.
Lithuania felt his cheeks flush and his palms begin to get slippery. Blinking back an uncertain answer, Toris wetted his lips before giving Russia a smile.
"We are with you now, and that's what matters, da?"
Russia kept looking at Toris, as if he was trying to seek the truth behind his smile. I didn't lie. I just avoided the question. Lithuania thought.
Russia gave a smile back and straightened his back in a childish demeanor.
"Da! Spasibo Litva," Ivan exclaimed happily, clapping his large hands together, "You make dinner now, da?"
Lithuania nodded and got up to leave. Just let me leave, just let me leave, just let me lea—
Russia's hand smacked down on Litva's shoulder and shook him in a friendly way, though Ivan's grip was a little too rough to Toris's liking. He turned the smaller man towards him and gave a quick whisper in the ear;
"We tell no one of our talk,"
Lithuania had no struggle nodding.
Alright! This is my first fan fiction ever! :O But I tried, because I've had this idea for a week now and wanted to write it… so that is what I'm doing!
Spasibo: Thank you (Russian)
Da: Yes (hope you know it's Russian)
Lollpea: dumbass (Estonian)
Taip: Yes (Lithuanian)
Names:
Lithuania: Toris, Litva, or Liet
Latvia: Ravis
Estonia: Eduard
Russia: Ivan
History Note:
This is around the time of the Soviet Union's fall. Georgia, Azerbaijan, Armenia, the Baltic States, and other countries were under the possession of the SU and were beginning to seek independence in 1990 until the fall of the SU in 1991.
Russia mentions Mongolia briefly: let's just say Mongolians were not too nice to Russia way back when
Again thanks for reading and I do plan on writing/posting more, so any feedback would be awesome! Thanks!