Disclaimer: I do not and will not ever own Hetalia, no matter how much I ask Santa for it. *sadness*
On a side note, if you're reading this, you may want to read my other story, Vodka and Tears, first. It gives the background, considering this is a companion to it.
Now, enjoy!
Raivis jumped, startled by the sudden ringing. Slowly he reached for the phone and said,
"H-hello?"
"Raivis? Thank god you answered! I've been worried sick about you! Toris said you weren't feeling well, but you've been out of it for a month!"
Raivis gulped. It was Peter. Shakily he replied,
"It's nothing. I've just been very t-tired and out of it lately."
"For an entire month? What could you have been doing to make you so tired?"
Tears started streaming down Raivis' cheeks; it wasn't anything he had done, it was all Mr. Russia's fault. Ever since that night, Raivis had been depressed, antisocial, and paranoid. For the first week he would scarcely leave his bed, blaming it on the flu. He hadn't told anyone of what happened, not Toris, not Eduard and not Peter. Of course they noticed, but none of them suspected how bad it really was.
"I-I'm fine. T-thanks for calling." Raivis sniffled, "I'm going to t-take a nap. Goodbye Peter."
"Wait! Raivis, talk to m-!" Raivis shoved the receiver down, sobbing freely now. Through his sadness, he didn't hear the door open, nor did he hear Ivan walk across the room. Only when his tormenter sat on his bed did Raivis notice. He literally froze in place. All the memories he had buried away came rushing back to him.
"Poor Raivis. Why are you crying, my little sunflower?" Ivan cooed, patting Latvia's head like he had before.
"N-no reason sir."
"Well my little one. I've noticed that you have been acting strange lately. Why don't you join us for dinner? I have a special surprise for you." Ivan said, smiling kindly.
"N-no thank you. I t-think I just want to go to bed if that is okay."
Ivan's entire complexion darkened, exposing him for the devil he really was. "It is not okay. You have to go back to normal Raivis, to how you were before our little gathering. If not, I will have to give you a reason to stay in bed, a reason to cry." More tears fell from Raivis' eyes; he couldn't take being raped again. He would surely die from it.
"Y-yes sir. May I c-clean up first?" Raivis asked, submissive.
"Da, you may. Be quick now. If you're not done in half an hour, I shall come get you." Ivan said, brushing the tears from Raivis' cheek. "I will be waiting." Ivan strolled out of the room, closing the door behind him. Slowly Raivis got out of bed and walked over to his bathroom. He turned the water on as hot as he could stand it and stepped in the shower. The water ran down his body, merging with tears and disappearing down the drain. Watching it go, Raivis wished that all his pain could be like water or sweat: He wished it could just wash away and be forgotten.
After dinner...
Raivis felt a hand on his shoulder. He opened his eyes and exhaled, seeing Peter instead of Russia.
"Peter, what are you doing here? If Mr. Russia finds you here, he-!" Raivis was cut short by Peter's hand clamping over his mouth.
"Shh! If you're quiet, we won't have to worry about him finding me!" Peter whispered, "Now, come with me!"
"What? I can't leave! If Mr. Russia finds out, he'll surely beat me!" Raivis whispered back.
"What's the worst he could do?" Peter asked, not realizing the gravity of what he had just said.
"I-I… Just leave Peter!" Raivis cried trying to hide tears while pushing Peter towards the open window and balcony. "Go, now!"
"What's wrong with you Raivis? You're not yourself. Where's the old Raivis, the one that listened to me complain and played games with me?" Peter shook his head and climbed down the balcony. Quietly he added, "Where's the Raivis that I love?"
Latvia's window was already closed and locked.
Don't worry Peter! He's coming back! *sniffle*
Any comments, questions and/or concerns? Review, please?
~Renee
