Corruption
Chapter 1
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"One's dignity may be assaulted, vandalized and cruelly mocked, but it can never be taken away unless it is surrendered." –Michael J. Fox
8:29 AM, December 1 Moscow, Russia
Snowflakes of all silhouettes and dimensions descended from the gloomy heavens above and accumulated on top of each other. Blankets of snow designed the once decaying pasture with freshly frozen ice. Children frolicked happily through the snow while others cursed the unforgiving winter weather. They shoveled layers of snow from their driveway and heated up their vehicles to go to work.
However, while things were optimistic outside, behind doors was another thing. Nobody knew what had happened behind those doors until the truth would come out one day. That is, if the survivor lived long enough to see the light of day again.
"Good morning, Lithuania. Today is your first day here in my humble home. You are my prisoner as well as Latvia and Estonia." Russia announced quietly, yanking the neck length haired brunette by his tattered green uniform from his filthy makeshift bed in the below freezing attic. An unpleasant groan erupted from his dry blood coated lips. The three Baltic nations struggled to resist capture but Russia somehow managed to conquer them. Now, they were his prisoners. All three Baltic nations were separated in different areas of the below freezing house. It had two stories and an attic. Lithuania resided in the dust infested, uncomfortably small attic.
Where were the others? He was not sure.
Lithuania groaned in agony when Russia lightly crushed his skull under his right large black snow boot. "Listen up, Lithuania. I happen to favor you over the others. Be thankful." His words were condescending and were laced with wickedness. Unfortunately, Lithuania would not leave here with a smile. He sure hoped he would live long enough but he had a hunch that he might die.
5:40 AM, December 1 Warsaw, Poland
In a different country, a blonde haired teenager gazed out of his bedroom window. The snowflakes drizzled down gracefully like a ballet dancer on stage. He woke up early, too early, which was mysterious since he loves to sleep in. Poland considered beauty sleep one of the greatest significant aspects in his life next to fashion, of course. Yawning softly, he decided to return back to his comfortable queen sized pink blanketed bed. Once he was under the heated pink blankets, he snuggled closely to his stuffed pink horse, Pony. He knew that he would have a long day dealing with paperwork and defending his country.
8:47 AM, December 1 Moscow, Russia
Lithuania's nails dug deep into the dust layered floor board as Russia whipped him on his back for defying his degrading orders. Harsh pants escaped the larger nation, "Put it on or I'll make you put it on!" The light brown haired teenager barely had the strength to sit upright after the beatings. Before Lithuania knew it, Russia brought out a deadly hand knife and bent down to slice through his barely stitched together military uniform. "I guess you want to do this the hard way then."
Lavender eyes scanned his untainted soft skinned chest as he ripped the sturdy fabric apart with his dark brown leather gloves. After many struggles, Russia caged him in against the spine chilling floor board with the new outfit in his hands. Lithuania thrashed side to side as Russia forced the short skimpy maid outfit over his head and yanked his arms through with ease. Next, Russia unlaced his black military boots and replaced them with long stockings. "Ha, you have nice long legs. They are so smooth and feminine. Do you shave them, da?" Lithuania blushed at the question and restrained himself from cursing the Russian out.
How patronizing could one be?
Two inch shiny black heels were forced on his feet before his light blue boxers were ripped off and replaced with white female panties. The Russian was turning him into his own personal bitch. Once he became stronger, he swore he would reestablish his dignity and life back. He would avenge the powerful country before him.
"Do as I say and I will try not to beat you to a pulp. Understand, da?" Russia informed the Lithuanian kindly as he forced the younger male into the gloomy kitchen. The electricity was turned off to conserve energy and money. That would explain why it was extremely cold in the house.
"Clean the kitchen and start dusting everywhere. Here, take this duster." Lithuania nodded weakly, accepting the cleaning device and started dusting the cabinets. The Russian watched Lithuania closely and studied the way the teenager's body moved with the movements of dusting. Lithuania found it almost impossible to reach the top of the cabinet, even with his two inch heels. He wasn't very tall to begin with, but he wasn't a midget.
Suddenly, Lithuania's ears perked up when he heard Latvia sniffling in the other room. This concerned him without a doubt in his mind. Estonia, well, he was nowhere, to his knowledge, to be found. Russia noticed that Lithuania was slacking off and smirked at the sudden idea that popped into his imagination. Throwing the whip aside, he literally yanked and threw Lithuania over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. The tall intimidating country then trudged into his clean living room.
"Pl-Please don't hurt me…" Lithuania was on the verge of tears as Russia claimed a seat on his indigo leather couch. Like a bad child being punished, Russia bent Lithuania over his lap and lifted up his dress ever so slowly.
"Ah! Latvia! Estonia! S-Someone help m-me!" Lithuania wailed as Russia's unmerciful leather gloved open hand spanked him repeatedly. "I told you to not disobey me!" Russia's sweet voice from earlier sounded cruel now as the punishment continued on. It was amusing to Russia as he abused the smaller nation. "This will teach you not to disobey me."
What about Latvia and Estonia?
Where did they go?
Why weren't they being punished?
Russia finally calmed down, hand now sore from the spanking. He shoved Lithuania back into the kitchen, where he would cook and clean for everyone.
10:03 AM, December 1 Warsaw, Poland
Poland finished his daily morning routine of stretches and noticed that he needed to shave his legs. He couldn't cross dress with hairy legs. "Like eww. How could I, like, totally forget to shave my lovely legs?" The polish feminine teenager walked into his bathroom and turned on the faucet as he poured a teaspoon of bubble bath liquid under the lukewarm rushing water. It was perfection, just like him. He settled down into the foamy bubbles, turned the water off after wetting his blonde locks and washed his unblemished body.
Squirting a two in one shampoo and conditioner onto his hand made him smile. His favorite scent of strawberries instantly invaded his nostrils. Life just couldn't get any better than this. After washing his chin length blonde hair and body, he rubbed the shaving cream on until his legs were fully lathered with the strawberry scented foamy cream. Carefully, he lifted his right leg up with the shaving cream protecting his smooth skin underneath and pressed the shaver down and pulled it towards him. He shaved up to his upper thighs and repeated the same exact action with his other semi hairy leg.
Upon leaving the bubble bath, he unplugged the drain and listened quietly as the drain sucked the bubbles down in an eerie hair-raising way. He strode confidently across the lavish bathroom marble tiled floor with a pink towel wrapped loosely around his slender waist. Distracted with trivial thoughts, Poland picked up his pink school girl uniform that he found extremely attractive to the eye. His emerald eyes browsed through his drawer full of panties and selected a pair of pink flowery designed boy shorts. He let his pink towel pool at his ankles and slipped on his clothing with ease.
Knowing that his country is extremely cold around this time of year, he layered his clothing and pulled on a heavy pink winter coat. It had additional layers inside of the coat, which would keep him extra warm. Brushing out his chin length blonde locks was one of his favorite things to do, since it made his blonde locks appear even shinier than before. He shoved his feet into a pair of black winter snow boots and wrapped a thick white scarf around his once exposed smooth neck.
He was later informed that today was his day off from training and paperwork. He grinned happily at this announcement and decided to visit a different country to go shopping. Unfortunately, Poland really didn't realize how wonderful his life really was compared to others. He took almost everything for granted. He owned his own personal five-star airplane that would fly him to any country in the world. Think of any country. Yes, Poland has visited there as well.
"Where would you like to fly to?" The pilot asked the adorable looking nation as he claimed the seat next to the pilot. "I want to go to…"
1:25 PM, December 1 Moscow, Russia
Lithuania watched his brother nations eat the lunch that he made for them at the dinner table with Russia. He felt beyond belief humiliated in his revealing maid uniform. The lack of length created an illusion of him having super long legs. That was something that Russia found rather sexy in his personal opinion. A light pink blush permanently stained Lithuania's face from the utter embarrassment and punishment that he had endured. Well, it wasn't permanent, but it was always there for a reason.
Over the next few weeks, all of the Baltic nations were forced to clean the entire house in maid's outfits. They were served food only twice a day and water. Russia had used his whip multiple times on Lithuania and less on the other two. Although Lithuania assumed that Russia really despised him, he actually favored him the most. The other two never received any alone time with Russia like the sweet Baltic nation did. His deep blue eyes watered as he was pulled into a tight embrace around sunset, which was early in Russia during the winters.
"Shhh, no more crying or I'll whip you again." Russia whispered against the top of the eldest Baltic nation's head. Lithuania struggled to control his composure but the image of endless torment caused additional sniffles. He apologized rapidly when he watched Russia jerk away from him with a whip ready in his strong hand.
2:30 PM, December 27 New York, USA
"Over the last three weeks, I must say that this was, like, the best city have been to in quite a while. Although it is totally snowing here as well, the fashion is totally amazing." Poland chattered away on his red and white Poland flag designed with pink on the frame cellphone. The person on the other line was England. Poland chuckled at England's craving to stay hip, which he was failing at. "No offense, but these people are, like, stereotypically loud." England agreed with Poland that America was over the top obnoxious.
Poland was clad in a pink winter coat and a light pink scarf kept his neck extra toasty. "Wait, what? Never in this country. I can't deal with guys here. I want someone who is, like, totally gentle and a total sweetheart. Possibly a shy boy who is taller than me, of course." England laughed, "Sounds like you would be interested in the Canadian type?" Poland facial expression was absolutely priceless. He stuck out his pink tongue at the thought of hooking up with a Canadian.
Poland was growing tired of the New York life and planned a flight back to her hometown.
11:35 PM, December 27 Moscow, Russia
A faint slither of moonlight peeked through the curtains in Russia's bedroom. The large country breathed softly against Lithuania's ear, arms constricting his smaller body. Awkward incentives of today swarmed through the Baltic nation's muddled head. Tears stung at the corners of his cerulean eyes. He just desired the freedom of seeing the light of day again. Depression was consuming his soul from the lack of optimism in his current lifestyle.
What would be the easiest way out? There was no way out except committing suicide. Would he have the guts to even attempt taking his own life?
"Go to sleep, little Lithuania. No more tears or I will…" Russia was half asleep yet was as sharp as a knife. A knife that Lithuania wanted to use to stab Russia and himself in the chest.
To end the suffering of being a prisoner here.
The abuse.
He refused to surrender or had he already surrender a long time ago?
11:59 PM, December 31 Warsaw, Poland
"Three, two, one! Happy New Year everyone!" Poland happily screamed at the top of his lungs, tightening the lavender scarf around his neck to protect his skin from the harsh wind and snow. Everyone in his country were drinking wine, having parties, and shooting off fireworks. It was a great way to celebrate the New Year.
12:00 AM, January 1 Moscow, Russia
Russia swigged a gulp of Vodka, stared at the nervous looking Lithuanian, who was cleaning the house in his short maid's outfit. "Happy New Year, Lithuania!" Russia slurred his words, gulping another round of Vodka from its chilled glass bottle. The eldest Baltic nation had no idea that it was already a new year. How long had he been here? He had forgotten the track of dates and time. Everything was different, except for the snow, in Russia compared to his country.
His country…
He wanted to go back there and see his family and friends. But, no, he was trapped here with an abusive, Vodka loving, alcoholic, sadistic bastard. Yes, that is exactly how Lithuania saw him. He was verbally abused, beyond physically abused, mentally abused, and heavens forbid that he would be sexually abused. He certainly hoped that he wouldn't be sexually abused. He would commit suicide before allowing Russia to hurt him in the most intimate way possible.
Another bottle of Vodka was guzzled down and thrown at the helpless Lithuanian. This happened on a daily occurrence. Russia would talk him down; make him feel worthless in his drunken state.
"You will never be a strong country like me. You will always be my subordinate. You are inferior to me and the world. Never forget that! You are a bitch. My bitch." Russia slurred his wording but Lithuania was not a stranger to this verbal and mental abuse. Lithuania nodded in understanding, allowing his depression to manifest. It was eating him up inside, yet he endured everything. He never spoke unless allowed to speak. If he said the wrong thing, then he would be whipped countless times. It was the epitome of Hell. He couldn't keep fighting to go on. He really considered waving his white flag to surrender. What was the point of being something in life? Someone with a purpose was absurd to him since he had been taken prisoner under Russia's control.
Lithuania was not loved in this prison of a home. He was ridiculed, assaulted, mistreated, and felt insignificant. The scent of the house was hygienic but he was filthy. His soul was suffering and there was no escape from this monster. His brother nations were sick and damaged just like him. Russia was near insane, yet he still managed to wear that sweet, feigned smile that never reached his lavender hued eyes.
Estonia and Latvia washed the clothes that were piling up due to Russia's lack of responsibility. If he was such a strong country, then why did he need three maids in his household? There was no arguing anything. They had no freedom of speech; at least not in this home.
9:52 AM, January 9 Warsaw, Poland
With a stretch and reluctant yawn, Poland fumbled for his red and white cellphone with a bleary vision to the slightly lit atmosphere. The light of the cellphone punctured his sight, stinging his barely cracked open green eyes. New message is what capture the polish teenager's attention. It was from his friend, Italy. Italy was and still is one of his best friends. They knew each other since they were small children.
'Hey Poland, I had some pasta today with Germany. We are currently on a date. A double date at that! Ve~ with my brother Romano and his lover, Spain. Won't you join us?'
Poland rubbed his sleepy heavy lidded eyes, smiling slightly at the offer. He was always offered to join others but he was usually the third wheel. Today, he wasn't feeling it. He had something else in mind on what he wanted to do. He had this sudden impulse to travel again. He reasoned that it was a new year and he wanted to explore a certain country that he usually would avoid. No, it wasn't Canada.
'I, like, have other engagements that I need to, like, totally attend to. Hope you don't, like, feel offended. I'll, like, keep in touch though!' Poland pressed send, closed his emerald eyes, and carelessly tossed the cellphone back onto his night stand.
1:00 PM January 9 Moscow, Russia
Will someone come and save my life? I'm stuck inside the walls of all this inner strife. Lithuania's shoulders raked with tremors as the whip lashed out at him. Tears leaked out of his deep blue eyes when he felt the familiar warm crimson blood spill out of the former created scars. Russia smiled as the scars resurrected from the previous healing state. Lithuania was his territory and nobody would save him. Nobody. The other two Baltic nations watched from the threshold of the doorway as their eldest brother was flagellated. His gruesome punishments would cause even the most badass to flinch at the sight.
Russia sensed the attendance of the other two Baltic countries and departed from the sniffling, blood covered, scarred up Lithuanian teenager on the ground of Russia's bedroom.
"Latvia, why are you here?" Russia demanded an answer as he placed his large hand on the smallest nation's head and nearly crushed his neck from the pressure. "W-We were just coming over here to see what type of tea you preferred." Estonia always knew what to say in order to defend their asses from Russia's unmerciful assaults. Lithuania always failed to convince the powerful nation to elude further inhuman whippings. Russia allowed them to leave without a single bruise.
The large nation sent Lithuania a disquieting smile, holding the whip in his strong gloved hand, and knelt down to stared the younger nation directly in the eye. The Lithuanian instantly casted his sapphire teary ridden eyes to the sparkling clean bedroom floor. It was spine-chilling cold and the atmosphere was so thick that a lethal dagger could cut through it.
Russia began to raise his voice in vehemence as Lithuania shivered in utter trepidation. "You're nothing but a burden to the world!" These words stabbed a rusted sword into Lithuania's chest and roughly twisted it. "Speak to me!" It was a game to the abuser. Lithuania stayed quiet, knowing that Russia would beat him if he opened his mouth and started crying. It was like a trick question. It was not like math, where there was only one correct answer. No, it was mind manipulation. It was troubling, complicated, and there was no way to avoid it.
The whip snapped furious against his naked scarred back to show just how impatient Russia was becoming. "I-I'm n-nothing b-b-but a-a… f-failure!" Lithuania cried out as the whip lashed against him multiple times and belittled himself in order to satisfy his abuser. Russia had an overpowering sense of authority as he stripped Lithuania's wellbeing into nothing but shreds of failure and incompetence.
"Get used to it! You take everything for granted, you spoiled brat!" Russia hollered at the top of his lungs, throwing his whip full of hatred to his side. The teenager's bottom lip bled profusely from the beating that pressured his teeth into the fragile pale pink muscle.
8:07 AM, January 10 Moscow, Russia
Poland's black snow boots stepped from the airplane step and into the freshly fallen snow that accumulated over the winter. It was the middle of winter in Russia. What a sight to see. Not. Poland's spoiled self was not used to the desolate land that he was standing in front of. He decided to travel around the small neighborhood in Moscow, Russia. The jet lag was annoying, seeing that Moscow, Russia is three hours in advance opposed to Warsaw, Poland. The people did not even send him a single glance.
They just didn't understand the greatness of fashion and cross dressing.
The skies were dreary and depressing, which is one of the reasons that he that avoided this country all together. However, he felt compelled to visit the below freezing enormous country. Stepping through the icy sidewalk was aggravating to stay balanced. Hopefully something interesting would happen.
8:08 AM, January 10 Moscow Russia
Russia shoved Lithuania's miserable figure towards the basement along with the other two nervous Baltic nations. Lithuania was being too silent for his liking so he would force those ear splitting cries for help out of him. At first Russia enjoyed the screams but eventually Lithuania started to endure it. Perhaps another method would entice cries out of that pretty little mouth.
"This is what happens to countries who do not obey me. Those countries, they are worthless, inferior, and try to endure the anguish!" Russia barked indignantly, shoving Lithuania onto his hands and knees. The maid's outfit was long gone back in Russia's bedroom. Lithuania's pride was taken away the moment he was taken captive. This monster was going to rape him. In the past weeks, he was forced to pleasure his master with his mouth. If he didn't swallow all of Russia's release, then he would be beaten brutally. It was humiliating to endure this type of sexual abuse.
Right in front of his younger brother nations' terrified eyes, Russia thrusted himself inside of Lithuania's body without any type of preparations. Why would this vile creature even think about another's wellbeing? "Arghhhhh!" Lithuania shrieked out in life-threatening agony. The pain was worse than a woman giving birth without any type of medicine. Blood splattered all over the ground and his nails bled as they grinded against the freezer chilling cement flooring. The two brothers cried at the sight of their elder brother being pounded into over and over again. Lithuania found absolutely zero amount of pleasure in this cruel abuse.
When will I be free? When will I leave this corrupted house of agony and torture?
8:20 AM, January 10 Moscow, Russia
Aimlessly wandering is something that Poland found enjoyable. The fence doorway was left open and this was a secret invitation for the cross dressing blonde nation. His black winter boots crunched through the snow blanketed yard of this two story house. It was beautiful to say the least. Suddenly, a muffled high pitched scream broke him from his thoughts. Chills ran up and down his spine when he heard distant pleads for help. Backing away slowly, Poland almost stumbled and fell onto his back.
"Like, that was totally freaky." He turned away from the extravagant snow covered house with a discerning facial expression.
8:21 AM, January 10 Moscow, Russia
"Shut up, little Lithuania!" Russia roared loudly, kicking the broken and bleeding teenager in the stomach as he zipped up his zipper. Once he fixed his clothing and tan coat, the phone rang throughout the house. "Follow me. All three of you!" Lithuania cried out agonizingly at the shooting jolt of pain on his backside. Blood slid down his thigh as he limped with tears cascading down his cheeks.
"Hello?" Russia answered the phone sweetly, which contradicted the situation earlier. He nodded and rung up his old fashion black telephone. "Clean my house until it shines or you will lick the floor. I'll be back in two hours."
Lithuania felt a pang of happiness through his unspeakable throbbing pain at the thought of freedom. It was as if Russia could sense the uplifting atmosphere and glared at Lithuania. "If you escape, then I will find you and murder you in the most sadistic way possible."
Before Russia slammed the front wooden door shut, he hardened his lavender malice filled eyes straight into a pair of deep blue eyes. "Don't forget who you belong to."
8:24 AM, January 10 Moscow, Russia
Poland stood in front of the eerie snow blanketed yard, shivering from the below freezing temperature. Usually the blonde would have scurried away in a heartbeat but something was captivating him. He was in some type of trance as his green eyes studied every crevice and architecture of the home.
All of a sudden, the door knob from the outside started to turn and Poland took cover behind the towering wooden iced over fence that surrounded the house. He watched intently as a towering man with ashen blonde hair and lavender hued eyes calmly leave his house. Russia did not even notice that Poland was nearby as he opened his car door and started the ignition. The windshield wipers assisted in unveiling the window of a sleek layer of ice. The red-looking foreign car backed out of the driveway and drove slowly down the icy road.
Looking back and forth, Poland discovered that the coast was clear. Hesitantly, the blonde who was clad in pink winter clothing stepped through the snow blanketed yard. He raised his pink gloved hand, tightened it into a fist, and faltered before knocking multiple times. Listening and leaning in closely, Poland heard limping sluggish footsteps approaching behind the closed door.
8:31 AM, January 10 Moscow, Russia
Estonia was busy clothing his shattered older brother in warm winter clothing and Latvia hugged him tightly. Lithuania stood there weakly, accepting the embraces from his younger brother nations.
Suddenly, there was a series of knocks at the front door. The nervous trio flinched in unison, assuming that their abuser had returned early. Latvia and Estonia were too fearful to answer the door, so Lithuania stepped up to the plate. He was the oldest brother. Therefore, he had to display a strong character towards them.
He sluggishly limped over towards the front door and vacillated before mustering the courage to unlock the chilled golden plated horizontal lock. His right shaky hand settled on the doorknob before twisting it to right. He carefully pulled the door to peek at the intruder.
His ocean blue eyes widened at this person before him. This person looked like an angel. Flawless perfection was the description that Lithuania could think of in the mere seconds of seeing the slightly shorter nation.
"…H-Hello…?" Lithuania asked in a soft voice, feeling rather intimidated by the beauty of this stranger. The blonde stepped back in slight bashfulness and a blush dusting over his cheeks.
8:42 AM, January 10 Moscow, Russia
Poland's brilliant green eyes widened at the slightly taller nation behind the cracked front door. He was attractive in Poland's honest opinion. Although, his tattered moldy gray looking shirt and barely stitched together forest green pants did not settle well with him. Licking his chapped lips slowly, he cleared his throat in order to speak to this petrified facial expression teenager.
His wavy neck length light brown hair fluttered as an icy gust of wind visited behind them. Poland twiddled his thumbs, nervously. He was not sure what to say at this point. I mean, he just showed up on somebody's front door because he was entranced. They would probably stare at him like he lost his mind.
"Hey there… Like, what is going on with your outfit? It, like, totally clashes without a doubt!" Poland blurted out, widening his green eyes as he stepped back with a strawberry red blush staining his cheeks. The abused male before him looked away in total shame.
8:47 AM, January 10 Moscow, Russia
"T-Thank you… I k-know… I-I'm so-sorry…" Lithuania's deep blue eyes watered unnoticeably as he shoved his hands into the shred ridden pockets. Russia would have said the same thing, but would have used a whip for his incompetence. Before the taller nation managed to shut the iced over front door, the blonde cross dresser's hand darted out to keep it opened.
"That is, like, so totally rude!" Poland gasped dramatically, pushing on the white painted iced front door persistently. Lithuania did not want to die just yet by the hands of his abuser. He would take his life with his own hands. On his own accord, he would end all of his miseries.
Poland used all of his strength, shoved the door fully open, and watched as the resident stumbled back in pain. The shorter nation's eyes widened as his heart skipped a beat.
"OMG, I am, like, so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you!" Poland started to become frantic when he noticed blood trailing across the living room and into the front door entrance. It was sliding down the brunette's leg and started to pool on the wooden floor.
8:56 AM, January 10 Moscow, Russia
Something was not right. This boy was bleeding profusely and it was dripping onto the floor. Poland covered his gaped mouth with his right pink gloved hand at the observation before his wide opened eyes. Lithuania had a terrible bruise on his left cheek. He appeared to have shame consuming his body as he shivered. Poland shivered as well from the below freezing atmosphere.
"Um, I think you, like, need to come with me. Please, you look like a terrible mess." Poland wanted to cry at the sight. The other two Baltic nations shook in terror as the blonde grabbed the skinny boy's arm.
9:00 AM, January 10 Moscow, Russia
Lithuania endured the pain, silently screaming for this blonde to stop. Poland was persistent in kidnapping him. Where would he take him? He probably knew Russia and sought after abusing him as well. But, the blonde looked like the type of person who would care for something rather than abuse them.
How could he be so ignorant? How could someone really want him? He was nothing. He was inferior.
"I'm so stupid…" Lithuania muttered under his breath, jerking away from Poland. Poland stared at the victim with a look of disbelief. He glanced over at the other two Baltic nations and persuaded all of them to come with him. Estonia and Latvia declined the offer and disappeared into the shadows.
"Like, why are you resisting freedom?" Poland questioned incredulously, tugging on the older teenager's sleeve with impatience. Lithuania was afraid of his abuser. His master. The same man who tortured him relentlessly. Why was he refusing freedom? That is what he wanted, right?
Eventually Lithuania's protests were deaf to Poland's ears and he was staggering through the snow blanketed front yard. Tears slid down his reddened cheeks at the realization of leaving behind his younger brother nations. He wished them well in his troubled head as the blonde assisted him with walking through the slush concealed streets. His heart beat raced at the thought of real freedom. Freedom. It seemed so far from his reach but so close to him. Right next to him was his gateway to freedom. This stranger, who showed up on Russia's doorstep, was helping him in to a five-star airplane. The flight was a long one. The silence between them was even longer.
9:34 AM, January 10 Moscow, Russia
Poland had an estimated presumption of what happened to the brunette next to him. He was hurt by someone. Poland was curious but decided to not bring up any sore subjects. It was better to leave the unknown, unknown.
During the flight and the awkward silence, Poland made a couple of jokes and small talk. It was, unfortunately, not working. The depressed soul was silent and seemed distressed. Gazing out of the small airplane window, Lithuania's deep blue eyes closed in emotional thoughts. Dark thoughts disbursed in his mind and Poland side glanced at him.
The world is full of dreadful things that Poland knew nobody could change. Something happened to this teenager but he wasn't sure. He lived the life of extravagance without a care in the world. Perhaps the lack of communication was making things tense between them. All of the jokes in the world would not make this teen smile. Not even a small smile. Only a saddened expression scarred his face.
Poland could not remember how many hours had passed, but gazed his cellphone to check the time.
11:23 AM, January 10 Warsaw, Poland
"It is so funny how, like, Poland is three hours behind Russia! Can you, like, believe that? What is the world trying to say about me?" Poland giggled in a friendly manner and clapped his pink gloved hands together.
Lithuania refused to look into those lively green eyes. So much life and happiness. He wished for that type of energy. He was dealt the bad hand. He had to play with his cursed cards in a game that he knew he was going to lose.
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