My Precious Latvia
By: Theressa
Chapter One
"Kas jūs esat? Kur es esmu?" asked a Latvian child, innocently staring at a Russian man. "Who are you? Where am I?"
The Russian man was silent for a moment before answering in the boy's language. "Es esmu Krievijā un jūs piederat man." Then, he took the child into his arms. "I am Russia and you belong to me."
The small child's eyes widen in fear. The man smelt like vodka and that added on to the child's fear.
"Ļaujiet man iet! Lūdzu, es lūdzu par jums! Vai nesāpēs mani!" cried the poor boy, struggling to get out of the man's tight embrace. "Let me go! Please, I beg of you! Don't hurt me!"
"Tur, tur, Latvija. Es nesāpēs jums." The Russian merely said, not wanting to let go of the warm boy in his arms. "There, there, Latvia. I won't hurt you."
The Latvian child cried even more, remembering who the man really was and began to shiver uncontrollably. The last time he saw this Russian man was about two months ago when he ran away and he remembered perfectly clear that the man did not understand his language, but here he was, speaking to him in his language.
"Krievija, Man žēl, bet nav ievainots mani, lūdzu." Begged the scared boy, hoping the man forgave him for running away, but he knew the Russian was furious with him. "Russia, I'm sorry, but don't hurt me, please."
"Vai nav jums jāuztraucas, Ravis. Jūs nekad palaist prom no manis atkal." The older male answered lovingly. "Don't you worry, Ravis. You will never run away from me again."
"Piedod man bēgšana, Krievija es apsolu es ne darīt to vēlreiz." Was all the frighten boy could say. "Forgive me for running away, Russia. I promise I won't do it again."
The Russian named Ivan smirked at how scared Ravis was. He liked how the child was quivering and begging for forgiveness, Of course, Russia was going to forgive him, but he has not touch Latvia for two whole months so he was very irritable to get to bed with the crying boy.
"Es tevi mīlu, Ravis Un es jums parādīs, cik daudz es mīlu jūs, kad mēs mājās." Ravis gasped when he heard this, his eyes wide and more tears replaced the old ones. "I love you, Ravis. And I'll show you how much I love you when we get home."
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"Tas ir labi, Ravis. Es nesāpēs jums patīk man izmantot. Es mainījušies daudz, jo es gribēju jums šeit kopā ar mani." Ivan happily purred, trapping the smaller boy underneath his body on his over-sized bed. "It's okay, Ravis. I won't hurt you like I use to. I changed a lot because I wanted you here with me."
Ivan had taken Ravis back home, the same home the small boy ran away from two months ago, but for some weird reason, Ravis was happy to be home again. He never would have expected he would miss this house that was filled with bad and good memories. Most of all, he never would have expected to miss the Russian man.
Ivan was still dressed in his clothes, but shredded off the coats and boots he wore when he was outside. As for Ravis, he was now wearing silk pajama clothes that Russia asked him to wear. Latvia slipped on the silk clothes because he wanted to please the older man. Then, Ivan pulled Ravis into a passionate kiss, his tongue sliding and exploring the mouth he had not tasted in over two months. As he did that, he pushed the teen onto his bed and climbed on top of him, careful to not break the kiss,
Next, he began rubbing his erection against the boy's. Ravis was the one to break the kiss, being surprised by the erected manhood that was touching his limping member. Latvia's breathing became uneven as Russia continued.
"Es esmu neatbildētos jums tik daudz. Tas ir ļoti vientuļi bez tevis, jūs zināt." Responded Ivan, grunting as he rubbed harder against the Latvian's small member. "I've missed you so much. It's been very lonely without you, you know."
Ravis let a small silent cry escape from his lips. Ivan was so hard and Latvia could feel himself getting hard, too. He had to admit to himself that this was the thing he missed the most. He missed how the Russian would seduce him, kiss him, touch him, and then pull him into bed with him. Before, he never realized he actually like it until he ran away. He even considered going back to Ivan, but he realized he had ran away, meaning he did not want to stay with Ivan.
"Я скучал по тебе так много, Равис. Пожалуйста, дайте мне себя. Дайте мне, пожалуйста, как я к своему телу. Позвольте мне постыдные вещи к своему телу. Я прошу вашего тела." Huskily groaned the older man, rocking the bed as he grinded his throbbing manhood against Ravis. "I've missed you so much, Ravis. Please, just give yourself to me. Let me do as I please to your body. Let me do shameful things to your body. I crave your body."
The young Latvian bucked his hip up, his face completely flushed in embarrassment. He wanted – craved – for Ivan. He wanted the man to be inside of him and so he asked, becoming even redder than a burning fire.
"I-Ivan, ievadiet man, lūdzu!" he gently cried. "I-Ivan, enter me, please!"
Russia thought he would never ask. He smirked and whispered, "Es mīlu tevi." And did what Ravis asked him to do. He repeated the three words over and over to make Latvia blush. "I love you." And not once did Latvia failed to make Russia happy.
How did I do?
This is my first try at making a story foy Hetalia.
Honestly, I have not seen the anime, so I am sorry.
My friend is obbsessed with Hetalia and asked me to write a AmericaxJapan story . . .
Yeah, I wrote one, but I ahve not typed it up yet.
Please, review!