The boy had always listened to the small blonde girl. Whether she was chanting about her older brother, or nearly breaking his hand with her inhuman strength. He listened to the harsh words she spat at him, and he listened to her cry because his master never gave her a second thought. He wished to hold her, kiss her forehead, and tell her everything would be alright. He merely wished to be allowed to love her. But she didn't seem to want that.

She gave her brother everything Lithuania wanted. She gave her brother her perfectly twisted smile, and her loving gaze. She gave Ivan everything.

But Ivan could not see just how perfect she was. To give her full being to someone who didn't even want it, Toris admired her for that. He knew how hard she tried, and he vaguely remembered when she wasn't like this.

As Toris peered out his window, lost in a trail of thoughts, he barely detected the sound of his door opening and closing. Expecting it to be Russia, he turned around quickly. He was only greeted by a bleeding Belarus.

Toris quickly stood up, "Miss Belarus!" He exclaimed, holding out his arms, "W-What happened?" His voice remained urgent.

"Lith..." Her voice trailed off, as she nearly collapsed into his arms. She didn't dare to utter anymore words, for merely speaking the beginning of his name, hurt her vocal cords. Instead of trying to harm Toris, she simply stayed in his arms.

Lithuania was shocked, to say the very least. He was in no way use to Belarus touching him in a way that wasn't painful. He held her near him for a while, his mind racing with thoughts. His thoughts brought themselves to an end when he remembered her injuries.

The first thing he did was pick her up. He then laid the blonde on his bed, and tended to her injuries for the next few hours.

When he had finished, he stared at her sleeping body. He watched her chest rise and fall. A frown crossed his face. "Ivan took a toll on you, didn't he, Miss Belarus? Don't you worry, I'll always be here! I'll always protect you, love you, and care for you. And I promise that. Just come to me, okay? Don't be afraid to come to me. You know you're perfect, Miss Belarus."

With that, he leaned over to bed. He gently placed his lips on her forehead, and muttered the words he never had the courage to say when she was conscious.

"I love you, Miss Belarus."