I'm so sorry about the text, i'm trying to fix it but as you can see it isn't going so well. please forgive me, i hope it doesn't hinder your ablility to read.
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It had started fairly hectic, as Russia had a meeting with Mr. Germany early in the day and Latvia had forgotten to inform the larger nation of the move in time.
"I'm so sorry Mr. Russia, I thought I had said something." He whispered, earning a heated glare from the man,
"No time for your excuses." He barked, lifted high the flog he used to instill discipline in the Baltics. Six lashes was a fairly generous let off considering the man's mood. Lithuania stood off to the side, as someone had to bear witness, it was a rule. As he bit his tongue he could taste the metallic burn of blood in his mouth. He did all he could to burn the image of his baby brother beneath the man, Latvia's gentle amethyst eyes pleading for help as the last of his punishment was administered. Once it was over, Lithuania would coddle the boy, hold him; tend to his wounds, Whisper a prayer once again for their release. He knew no one was listening, but it was really all he felt he could do.
But not until Russia was gone, not until the grenade had left and he wasn't going to be blown up and causing more damage to an already explosive situation. Russia glared in the Lithuanian's direction, "have him cleaned up and back in working order before I return." He spat before leaving, dropping the whip to the floor before the injured boy. The door slammed behind him. Sounding like gun going off, as he left, Toris released his tongue; the rush of blood in his mouth was both painful and divine, as it kept him sane. He knew before long he would have to find another way to keep himself silent but for the time being it would do. He looked to Raivis; the back of his once pristine coat shredded and soaked in crimson.
"Aš atsiprašau." He whispered, hoping to quieted the boys sobs, "I'm sorry." He said again, lifting the child's weight. He had stopped eating regularly, as the boy weighed too little to be healthy. "I'll call upon Estonia," he said low in the child's ear, "I'll prepare you some stew. Would you like that?" he asked as sweetly as he could,
"kāpēc?" he asked, the gentle look in the boys eyes were heartbreaking as he asked. Toris bit his lower lip, as he knew if he didn't the thing would tremble like the boy in his arms did on occasion,
"I don't know why." He confessed, "no one knows why.." he knew that was hardly an answer as he mounted the stairs, Latvia's short hair tickling his chin as he shifted in his arms. Estonia was in the bedroom they shared, his hands caressing his face as he obviously had been crying. "Eduard." Lithuania said as he entered, "could you tend to him?" he asked, though looking at the man he had begun to think it would be best to do it himself.
"Of course." He said jumping off the bed, "I'll throw this coat away, I don't think there's any use trying to save it, and I know he has plent-" a hand landed on his shoulder as he rambled, his voice rising almost to a yell,
"Eduard.." he heard his name called and he turned. " this is not your fault." Toris said, those deep green orbs strong as he wished he could be, "this is no one's fault. Just clean our brother, so that when Russia gets back we can defend him better." He looked to the innocent face of the boy mentioned, "Next time we shall know better, we're the only buffer he has, and I don't plan to watch him be beaten again." Estonia nodded,
"Your right, I have to keep calm, and help you." Toris squeezed the man's shoulder in support. Though he didn't want to watch this man being beaten anymore then he did Raivis.
"I'm going to start supper," he said as strong as he could, he didn't want the other man to worry, he wanted them both safe. "I'll call you down when it's done." He said before leaving, his eyes again finding the Latvian.
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As he descended the stairs he felt as if he were running in circles, as if his actions amounted to nothing, he wished with all his might that things would return to how there were before Russia. To go back to fighting with Prussia, to the rye fields with Poland and…. He looked up, as he was pulled from his train of thought from a sense that something was about to happen. Like he had been hit by a burst of energy and every fiber of his being was being drawn to answer the door. He neared the ornately carved block of wood, the iron handles cold in his hand as he opened the door, a blizzard bellowed in his face frosting his nose and threatened his core. There standing before him was a woman, her long platinum blonde hair waving like a sheet of silk behind her, Her icy stair one of shock as she had yet to knock for entry. He ushered her in, as it was far too cold to stay out.
"Miss Belarus." He said shutting the door behind her, "what a pleasant surprise." He stated offering to take her scarf. She glared at his hand as if it were the most disgusting thing she had ever seen.
"Away from me servant," She spat as cold as the wind outside. "I'm looking for the master of the house, where is he?" Her eyes alit at the mentioning of her brother, "I've planned the whole week out, we'll start by watching the Ballet then we'll go to the new amusement park I heard about," Toris beamed while listening to her, though he knew she would be sorely disappointed.
"Sounds like a lot of fun," he said once she had finished, "but I'm sorry, Russia is with Germany at the moment, I don't think he's due back for a few days." The look in the woman's eyes almost broke his heart as what he had said sunk in.
"Big brother isn't coming?" she said heartbroken. Anger filled her face as she reached in her coat pocket, "I should have known it!" she yelled, "He would have never agreed to do ANYTHING with me! He knew about this meeting!" she pulled out that knife Toris knew well, as she had laid into him with it on many occasions. "That bastard!" she screamed waving it around in fury. "I'm so sick of him running from me!" she turned to Lithuania, "he spends all of his time with YOU!" she screamed lifting the blade even with his throat. "Why are you stealing my brother from me?" she asked anger lacing her words, "what from him do you want?" Toris smiled despite the knife pressed against his throat.
"Your brother has nothing I want." He said earning a death glare from the platinum blonde. He kept the light smile on his face, as he was with her, though she was threatening to kill him, she was in his company. And that was all he wanted.
"liar." She spat, "you're still smiling, you're always smiling!" she shouted her voice almost mad in rage, "and since you never tell the truth then that means you smile when you lie!" Toris leaned into the sharp edge, his bright green eyes without their normal shine of fear,
"Fine then, the truth…" he whispered, a dark drop forming from the tip of her blade, "there is one thing that your brother has, that I would kill to possess." He said clearly, words unfaltering as they normally did,
"What is that?" she asked, earning a crooked smile form the brunette, his dark lashes dusting his cheeks as he lowered his lids, as if to gathering himself,
"you." He said finally, "you are all I've ever wanted." He murmured, their eyes connecting, and in a moment; as if he had realized what he had said, those emerald spheres dropping to the ground. "Forgive me." He whispered, clearing his voice, "I'll ask Estonia to clear your room; Master Russia should be back in a few days." He declared; that possessiveness in his voice gone with him as he ascended the stairs likely to find the other boy.
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Belarus stood dumbfounded in the doorway, her knife at her side as she stared in shock at the top of the stairs. There was something in that voice, that deep velvet, that made her want to sink in to it. To drown in his voice, or the fire that burned oh so hot in his eyes. That possessive nature that draws out the pure animalistic nature of men; Was that what she had seen? She wondered, a strange longing resting on her breast, a pull that drew her up the stairs.
"What is wrong with me?" she asked herself as she gripped her chest hoping to ease the burning that had caught flame within her heart. "What have you done to me?" she asked again, her gaze searching for the Lithuanian.
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When Toris entered the bathroom, Estonia knew something was wrong; there was something about how he held himself that spoke far louder than any words could.
"Who is it?" he asked, expecting him to say Poland had called; he always looked ruined after he talked to the blonde.
"Could you clear out the room Miss Belarus stays in?" he asked, Eduard nodded, "thanks, I'll take care of little Latvia," he offered, as it seemed Estonia had been in the middle of cleaning the boys back. Luckily the boy had passed out earlier. Estonia left the room, leaving his little brother in Lithuania's capable hands. Though he would never admit it to anyone that asked, deep in his heart of hearts he knew his friend was on a one way ride to his own destruction. As he descended the old stairwell he forced a smile.
"Miss Belarus." He said greeting the woman, that sharp blade still clutched tight in her hand. "Your room shall be ready in a moment, is there anything you need?" he asked hoping she dismissed him,
"Where is Lithuania?" she asked lowly, her eyes finding the top of the stairs again, as if expecting him to descend.
"Latvia was injured, so he is tending to him, but how may I be of assistance?" he asked, shocked that the woman would asked about anyone other than her brother. She seemed to snap out of whatever spell had ahold of her,
"oh, no. just hurry up with my room, I'm tired from the trip here, and I want to lie down." She said gaining back that edge in her voice that he was used to.
"of course," he said, nodding and starting down the hall to the room that she normally occupied. She followed behind him, holding her knife tight in her hand, as her knuckles had grown white by the time they arrived at the massive door. "Your room." He said bowing and departing, leaving the woman to rest, "dinner shall be at 5 as normal." He reminded before leaving for the kitchen to begin on a quick stew.
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Lithuania couldn't keep his mind from wondering, as he drew the once pristine cloth over the boys back. The water tinting a deep pink as he cleaned the child best he could, all he could do was thing of that woman, how shocked she had been at what he had said.
"Brother?" Latvia said, his voice hardly audible, "what happened?" he asked, making the Lithuanian near snap in half,
"Nothing mano broils." He said kissing his shoulder, "just be still," as he became more aware it seemed he moved that much more.
"N- nē." He whined, "it hurts." Toris sat him up, setting his bear bottom on his knee. "What did I do?" he asked crying again, "I can't remember!" this was normal; Latvia had terrible memory, which was one of the main reasons he got in trouble with Mr. Russia.
"shh." Toris said as he rocked the boy in his arms, "shh. hush brolis," he could feel the boy ease again. As he hummed, his voice muffled in his throat as he lulled the boy back to sleep.