This is my first story I've ever written so it might not be any good. I always seem to be setting up stories in my head so I figured I might as well write one out. There might be some major flaws because I wrote it all out late one night and didn't feel like reading through it. Please give me reviews so I know whether or not to keep writing. This isn't a Yaoi! Though a tiny bit of it sort of is... It has Russia, Latvia, Estonia, and Lithuania. And I really don't know what to rate this so I'll just make it M. Please tell me if that's too high!
It's dark, and cold… I'm lying on a hard ground; it feels like cement, the cold seems to penetrate straight through my clothes and flesh, straight through to my bones. I push myself up and my whole body feels numb and heavy. I tilt my head up and squint, trying to see through the darkness. A shadow starts to become visible as my eyes adjust, and it's starting to look like a human or country. A sharp pain passes through my spine, disrupting the numb feeling and I try to suppress a scream, tensing up my whole body and clenching my eyes shut. When I open my eyes I see my brother, Lithuania standing over me, he has a mournful look on his face and he seems to pity me. I try to ask him what's wrong but no sound comes out, another figure is forming behind him, my other brother, Estonia, he is wearing the same expression and looking down on me. I try to get up to approach them but my legs won't work, all I end up doing is crashing back down on the hard cement. Suddenly my brothers start to turn and walk away, their eyes seemingly dragged away from my state of confusion. I reach out but end up falling on my face, everything begins to blur and I'm surrounded by darkness again.
Latvia sat bolt upright, taking in his surroundings realizing he was back in his bed, his familiar thick blanket wrapped around him and the comforting feeling of his well-known mattress and pillow lightly pushing against him. He laid back into his calming surroundings and rolled on his side, beginning to fall back asleep. Suddenly he felt something brush, slowly up his leg to his hip, he jumped back up and turned to see Russia lying next to him, a small smile on his face not matching his cold eyes as they locked onto poor little Latvia.
"You had a bad dream, да? Not to worry, I am here to comfort you. Will you confide in me so I can help?"
Latvia stared, frozen for a brief second, before his shaking abruptly began again and he flung himself onto his side again, facing away from Russia, and forced his eyes shut, chant to himself, "Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wa-" Latvia gasped as a hand cut him off, tightening around his frail neck.
"It's not polite to ignore people, now is it little Latvia?" the hand clamped tighter around Latvia's neck and another hand began stroking the petrified boy's head.
Latvia struggled to get enough air to reply, from experience he knew that Russia was not very patient and if he didn't get an audible reply he would force one out. "S-s-s-sorry!" Latvia finally said, eyes beginning to water.
The hand let go and Latvia let in a fast, rough, breath that burned. Suddenly he felt hands grab his shoulders and swiftly flip him towards the older man, causing a sharp pain to rip down his spine and making him cry out.
Russia seemed to either not notice the young boy's cry, or he didn't care, "Now, you will tell me what is wrong, да?" His smile failed to reach his eyes yet again as he began stroking the quivering boy's hair again.
"I-I-I'm so-sorry but I c-c-ca-can't re-remember what it w-w-was about." Latvia replied quickly, his damaged throat and shaking making it difficult to form the words.
"That is too bad, but why do you look so sad? You're supposed to smile when people offer you comfort and your much cuter when you smile, here, let me help you." Russia reached up and grabbed the edges of Latvia's mouth and stretched his face, the boy's lips where still chapped from sleeping and they began to crack and bleed and his sobbing grew louder. "Now that looks much better, да? If I let go can you smile on your own?" It was less of a question and more of an order.
Latvia slightly nodded in response and the hands released his cheeks and he made sure to hold his mouth as close to the position it was being held in as possible, fearing the punishment he would receive if he didn't obey. He began to feel something pressing against his thigh and when he tried to move away from it he was suddenly grabbed and pulled closer until it was hard to breathe again.
"Your shaking feels so nice, little one. But why are you crying? Does smiling not make you happy?" Russia's childlike innocence lay on his face as he looked at the small boy forcing a smile, sobbing, and shaking beyond belief all at the same time. "I know what will make you happy!" He suddenly grabbed Latvia's vital regions and squeezed very hard, the boy began to scream, wishing to return to the world of his nightmare, the idea of being alone was beginning to look very appealing to the small country as Russia began tightening his grip. "What happened to your smile little one? Here, let's make sure it doesn't go away again, да?" he grabbed a pocket knife off of the bedside table.
"P-please no! I-I-I'm sorry! I'll s-s-smile!" Latvia begged he forced another smile and could taste his tears. He tried to squirm out of Russia's grasp but only succeeded in making the larger country wrap his leg around the young boy to help hold him in place.
"Don't you want to be perpetually happy, little Latvia? Maybe it will help you stop shivering all the time!" He grabbed the small country's chin and turned it so they were face to face. He slid the knife into the boy's mouth and began to push it against the inside of his mouth, the boy could taste blood.
Suddenly the room was flooded with light, Latvia looked over to the door to see his brothers standing in the doorway, their concerned looks scanning the room before resting on the bed where Russia was holding him down and slowly cutting through the boy's cheek. Latvia gave them a pleading look as tears ran down his face, mixing with the blood from his cheek.
Russia's head quickly turned to them and in a low voice he said, "Interfere and you will get the same punishment." The two brothers exchanged looks quickly, before looking back at their younger brother with a sorrowful, apologetic look on their face as they turned around and began to walk back out of the room. The door swung closed again and Latvia was once again left in darkness.
Suddenly the burning pain traveling through his cheek felt numb, and the sharp pain in his spine felt simply like a tingling sensation, dancing along his back. The hand had returned to tighten around his vital regions but it stopped hurting, and began to just feel like slight pressure. His shaking subsided and he lay motionless, the tears stopped falling and his body went limp.
"There is no reason to be sad little one, I will always be here, да?" the older man said, no kindness in his voice or on his face. It wasn't comfort, it was a reminder that there was no escape, that there was no one who cared about him, no one to save him, and that all those he had considered close had left him to rot in this nightmare. He was completely, and utterly alone, and despite the situation he was trapped in, he felt nothing.
Wow... I realize how messed up I am... this isn't that bad but I was in a good mood when I wrote this... I love little Latvia so much!^^ I just wanna squish him until his guts come out his mouth! And I love Russia a bunch too! his personality is like a small child mixed with Darth Vader, innocent but crazed with power and he always suddenly switches between them. Also I've always thought Lithuania is too sweet and that if he was faced with anything he would crack and only care about himself, or maybe that's just me... and Estonia just kinda stays quiet and follows Lithuania's lead to stay out of trouble. If I do make another chapter to this I'm gonna have Estonia see how Lithuania has frozen and step up. Oh and there is a story behind the cutting the cheeks, it wasn't just ripping off batman; dark night, when I got my tonsils removed the nurse's hand "slipped" and she cut a line from the edge of my mouth up almost to my cheekbone and it went through in a couple spots, and I hated how it looked even with the stitches for so long that the little bit of death the kid in my inclined me to use a razor to cut the other side to match... then i had to go through all the psychologists who thought I did it because I was depressed and all that and they wouldn't listen to my reason so I just stopped saying anything and would not cooperate... finally they deemed me "cured" and I only had to go once every two months or so. I was a strange child... anyways... back to the story, I was gonna add Belarus in but that seemed just too predictable, maybe in the next chapter if there is one, maybe... I love you all! Now please tell me how my writing is and whether or not I should continue writing!