Russia blinked and watched his Lithuania carefully, gently brushing his hand over the bruise blossoming over Lithuania's upper arm. He had to punish Lithuania, how else would he learn? Taking a deep sip from his vodka bottle, he sang lightly to Toris, telling him he was sorry, that it had to happen. He prayed daily that Toris would relize that if he obeyed he wouldn't get hurt. "Tori, my dear dear Tori, don't you see? If you do good, you'll get rewarded. If you do bad, you'll get punished. You know I hate punishing you, da? I love you Tori, your my favourite, you know that." "Mr. Russia, I don't do anything bad. I-I-I d-d-don't l-love you. Not when you abuse me, or are drunk. I d-do when your sweet, when you tell me what you dream about. Mr. Russia, I only love you when your sane. And right now your one hundred percent insane." Frowning, Russia tenderly lifted up Toris and set him on his large bed, the sheets adorned in red. "Tori, will you help me? Help me become... Sane?", Russia asked, wanting his Lithuanian to love him just like he loved him. Lithuania blinked in shock and felt hot, burning tears fill his eyes. "Of course Mr. Russia, I'll fix you as best as I can. I want to be able to love you all the time, not just half the time. I know you want that too, am I correct?" "Da, and thank you. For wanting to help me get better.", as Russia said this he leaned forward, cupping the back of Toris' head in his large hand meshing his lips carefully with the smaller nations. "I-Ivan... Please hold me, just for tonight, just so I know you truly love me. That this isn't just a sick cruel joke of yours." Ivan smiled and pulled him close, cradling him to his chest, muttering words of love. "Goodnight Lithuania, sleep tight and dream well." "Goodnight to you too Ivan, have the sweetest, most happiness felt dreams one can have." And with that being said the two fairly broken nations fell asleep, tucked in each others arms, in sheets stained with a redness that seeped from Toris' shoulder.