Rather You Than Me

HELLO FOLKS! Yes, I'm actually writing again - under a new username, if you're wondering who I am! I've written a ton of one-shots, actually, but I wasn't very happy with them, then I was hella busy, then I binge watched several TV shows even when I did have spare time and… yeah, chaos. However, it seems I'm best at writing when I'm under extreme pressure to study. Which is great for stories, but unfortunately not so good for my test results.

This opening is not the most original of a Baltic story ever, but it'll get better (hopefully!) If I do update, it'll be on Sunday afternoons or Wednesday evenings! If you review, you can have a Malteser… (Just one, greedy!)

WARNINGS: Story will contain torture scenes and general Baltic unhappiness. Sorry.
(I'm not sorry :).)
Also some cursing (but not much)

Lithuania was walking the corridors of Russia's mansion, almost whistling. For some strange reason, he felt indescribably... happy.

No. That was a lie. He was happy because he'd just got off the phone to his Feliks, and Poland was in the sweetest of moods. So often flimsy and selfish, the ponytailed nation had actually complimented Toris, had actually asked how he was, had even spoken in Lithuanian down the line:
"Aš tave myliu. Forever and always."
And he'd responded likewise. "Bardzo cię kocham. Until the end of the world."

So there was a little spring in his step as he entered the kitchen and began to set out ingredients for the dinner. In fact, he was so engrossed, he did not even notice the country who was sitting silently at the table until he spoke.

"Privet, Toris!"

"M-Mr R-R-Russia!" Lithuania dropped the carton of milk he was holding, and gasped when it burst, his good mood evaporating quickly as he watched the liquid seep across the floor. "I mean, you m-made me j-j-jump. I mean, I'm sorry, sir, I'll clean up this mess right aw..."

Before he could start blabbering, Russia placed a hand on his head and a thumb under his chin, holding his mouth firmly closed - a tactic he usually used with Raivis.

Toris realised with horror that he hadn't checked Ivan's eyes today. He did so, and instantly paled.

They had a tell-tale glint.

The glint that said: "Stay far, far, far away. Run as fast as you can, and hide."

But it was too late for running.

"Why so worried, Toris? How do they say it... Oh! There are no uses in crying over the spilt milk, da?" Russia smiled, but it was chilling, dangerous; it sliced Lithuania's flesh like barbed wire.

And then he realised what else was wrong.

Šūdas! Where's Latvia? Where's Estonia? I've not heard a peep out of them for ages...

"They're fine." Russia reassured, reading his mind. He smoothed down the silky brown hair, and Toris fought the urge to try and duck away. It would only get him hurt if he did so, but he hated being stroked. As if he were a child, or an animal. Something to be owned, something to be petted, not a soldier and a nation who'd sacrificed countless everythings...

It made a vein in his forehead pulse.

"Well, when I say fine..." Russia continued thoughtfully, and Lithuania tried to force his jaw apart, starting to struggle, terrified thoughts tumultuous.

DIEVES, DIEVES, DIEVES! WHERE ARE THEY? WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE TO MY BROTHERS!

"Don't panic! They are alive, they are barely hurt, they won't BE hurt unless you KEEP STRUGGLING, da?!"

Lithuania stood, stock-still.

The boys were 'barely hurt'.

Barely... hurt.

Barely...

How long had he been on the phone? No more than half an hour, surely, hiding in Raivis's favourite airing cupboard spot. One selfish half hour talking to Feliks.

But half an hour had been all it took.

He could feel his knees go weak. Russia let go of his face and placed a hand on each shoulder, steering him towards the door.

"That is better. I was not in the mood for carrying another one. Now, you will come with me."

What else could Toris do?

Aš tave myliu - Lithuanian, I love you (or at least it is according to Google Translate, so please correct me if I'm wrong!)
Bardzo cię kocham - Polish, I love you lots
~Šūdas! - Lithuanian, shit!
~Dieves -Lithuanian, God

Openings are fun! It's just getting any further than that I struggle with.
ABBC might be updated if I ever get a decent chapter. It just sort of went off at a tangent, and the beginning makes me cringe…
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this little bit. I'm sorry for my LietPol bias! This story is probably in the same universe as ABBC - everyone is the same except Russia. Or maybe he's just two people? Perhaps this is his 2p counterpart? I don't know, I'm only the writer.

B is out! :D