A/N: Don't ask me. Just. Don't. . I don't even know how I figured this out...I was just listening to my I-pod while doing Physics Home task and suddenly on came "Waving Flag" by K'NAAN. A-and I dunno how..but it came to "Give me fire" and I went" woaah this sounds soooo wrong" then I thought what pairing and TorIvan just ...fitted, I guess!
Waving Flag – An APH Songfic
Summary: Toris had never been a 'gift' person. He never cared for gifts. But there are certain gifts that Toris shall forever cherish...
Characters: Lithuania/Toris, Russia/Ivan. (Cameo: England/Arthur and America/Alfred.)
Pairing(s): Lithuania/ Russia, Toris/Ivan.
"Give me freedom."
His voice was calm.
Ivan looked into the forest eyes, desperately searching for the one he knew.
He didn't find him. It was as if his desire for freedom had become a wildfire that had devoured his Toryushka.
"Give me fire."
The request was unspoken but mutual, and they both heard it. And complied.
The Russian Winter was too cruel. The cold too over-whelming and the frozen sheets of no consequence whatsoever.
The only thing that could dispel the cold was the heat of another body.
The Russian climate maybe cold, but Russia himself was pleasantly warm.
"Give me reason."
"Why?" Toris had sobbed out. "Why don;t you just leave me? Why do you try to heal the scars you yourself have given?"
England had once said to him and America: "The bastard wants to admire his handiwork."
America said it was so he could hurt Toris more. As Toris himself had told him, the cleaning almost hurt more than when the scars themselves were inflicted.
But the reason Toris liked the most – and the one he held true – had come from Ivan himself.
It came when he least expected it. The day Toris had been dragged to town by Feliks and been late to return.
On his return, Estonia had told him that Ivan had refused dinner – and Toris knew that it was going to be a long and painful night.
Very painful.
And he was right.
Afterwards, when Ivan was wraaping up Toris' wounds, he had snapped and sobbed out the words buried in his chest.
Ivan had given him a mournful smile and finished tying up his wounds. "Beacuse I love you, Toryushka."
For the first time that night, they weren't seeking warmth from each other. They were sharing the warmth nestled in their hearts.
"When I grow up..
I will be stronger
They'll call me Freedom
Just like a Waving Flag"
The red flag had been blown away in the Storm, unable to be restrained by its decaying flag. The red star, dying for so many years now, had finally vanished completely.
And a star called Toryushka had been torn forever from his sky called Vanechka.
Those were the gifts that Ivan had given him. Freedom, Fire and a Reason.
A reason to live.