Where were the others? Only this concept floated about in the dazed nothingness of Lithuania's mind. He was barely conscious, but this idea was still cemented. Where were the others? Latvia? Estonia? Finland?
Lithuania's mind reeled a bit, traces of memories from his last moments of consciousness worming their way back into his mind's eye.
Latvia and Estonia fell so easily, no resistance offered. Finland put up a fight, earning himself more damage than he could dish out. Toris winced, remembering the sound of a lead pipe repeatedly hitting flesh and shattering bone. The sight of pale, blood covered faces intruded into his mind.
"At least we tried." Finland 's words echoed straight out of his memories. Why? Why did this happen to them?
Toris could understand why it happened to himself. He knew well the devil's pact he had made to keep Poland from his capital. A pact with Russia. A pact with the devil himself.
Why, though? Why Latvia? Why Estonia? Why Finland? What had they done? What had they done to deserve such a brutal invasion?
Toris groaned, hauling his tired form into a sitting position. His body ached, dried blood flaking off with his every movement. Blood from wounds that had already ceased bleeding, marks of the abuse already applied on his body.
The room he was in was dark- not even a window existed to shed light in, to give sight to the room's inhabitants. The only light came from a crack under a door. The line of light was interrupted by what Lithuania could only assume was feet. The shadow shifted, and there was a clicking noise behind the door. The door swung open, light spilling into the dark room and nearly blinding the male. He could just make out a blocky form in the doorway. A figure he recognized. A figure he didn't want to see.
"Privet, Lithuania." The words came filled with a false sense of kindness. Words that Toris knew were false. Ones that could so easily crush those who were foolish enough to be caught under their spell. Just as he himself had.
Lithuania didn't reply and rather stared up at the man, bright green eyes betraying the sense of shock. Russia just stared back down, no sense of empathy in his cold purple eyes.
"Do you not wish to greet me?" Ivan asked. The bloodied male stared for a moment longer. What did the Russian want?
"Why?" Toris croaked,. He was momentarily surprised he could even produce a noise, as scratchy and weak as it was. Ivan's expression fell into a scowl.
"Why? Why not?" he asked, voice laced with ice. Ice that burned so easily. "You were taught to greet your elders, da?"
Lithuania opened his mouth in protest, but his eyes locked onto the pipe that had just become visible in the Russian's hand. Memories flicked across his mind, reminding him of all the damage that simple bit of metal had done already. He closed his mouth again and simply nodded.
Russia brought the pipe up, brushing the cold metal against the smaller male's cheek.
"Da. Let us try again? Privet, Lithuania."
Toris flinched at the cold metal against his skin and swallowed.
"H-hello, Mr Russia."