A Warm Drink and a Safe Home: Confrontation

It was funny how conversation just seemed to flow once they got past the awkward beginning. Alfred can now relax and smile comfortably, and Toris' lost voice has found its way home. He responds to Alfred's comments with warming enthusiasm. They haven't spoken to each other like this in ages. It was like they had never stopped rooming together. Toris smiled inadvertently remembering watching scary movies with Alfred, cooking together, and spending the afternoons sitting outside watching the daylight fade away. He had enjoyed that simple time. It was a time without conflict, without fear, simply prosperity. Then it had all come crashing to and end. Toris shook his head, trying to forget the penance he had been forced to pay in order to

The blonde excitedly describes about how he'd enjoyed Toris' costume at his Halloween Party, and the shaggy brunette smiled politely. Toris pointed out how he had truly surprised him with his reveal of the night. The 15 minute recess afforded wasn't nearly enough to get past the recent little exchanges and say anything truley meaningful to one another.

Soon England takes center stage and is demanding that everyone return to their seats as quickly as possible. Toris can't keep the look of disappoint off his face as Alfred stands, sighs, and bites his lip.

"I know that you are probably busy, but do you don't think we could get together after the meeting today, do you?" The blonde's eyes look hopeful and expectant as he gazes down at the other man.

Toris considers it. Things between himself and the others has been strained at best lately, maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to go out. It's not as if not going would afford him any kind of points in his favor from the others, best to enjoy this invitation.

"I'd like that, " he smiles softly. "shall I come over and book like I use to? Or would you like to eat out?" The sitting man couldn't help but chuckle as Alfred leans forward, eyes wide.

"You'd cook for me again?"

"AMERICA!" England is now shouting form the center of the room, and all eyes in the room are on the young nation, "I know that food is your number one priority at all time, and you probably haven't had a meal that didn't come in a paper bag or styrofoam container for years, but the rest of us are here to discuss matters of state. Please return to your seat!"

Alfred looks at everyone and grins stupidly, "Right, right," he nods as he begins to walk towards his seat.

"Sorry everyone, Britain is completely right, but what he failed to mention is, before cardboard boxes full of burgers, I had to endure his cooking. Who wouldn't be excited to eat some REAL food, it's not like he taught me how to cook!" America flops in his seat and kicks his boots up to the desk. The room is now full of snickers and many a hand has crept up to cover a smile.

Toris can't help but grin widely as he watches Alfred, the shy man who had barely been able to offer him coffee, transform in the blink of an eye into America, the proud nation that always had a brazen comment at the ready. He hasn't changed at all.

Across the room, high in the back, a certain frigid nation's gloved hand squeezed shut and shook with fury.


The meeting carried on normally, discussions of switching to green energies and natural disasters that needed attention, were put forth. Japan spoke thanking everyone for the assistance they had offered his nation after his share of misfortune. Spain had yelled across the room to congratulate him on the women bringing home the World Cup, and Japan smiled softly congratulating Spain on the newest star on his uniforms. At the conferences, winners of the World Cups never missed opportunities to brag.

Eventually Toris' legs begin to cramp, he didn't have an opportunity to walk around or stretch once Alfred had begun talking to him. Also there was a pressure building in his lower abdomen that he couldn't ignore very much longer. He stood quietly, and slipped out the door as silently as possible. He slipped into the men's room with a slight limp, hopping a little to try and loosen his legs. He relieves himself quickly, and just as he finishes arranging his clothes again, he hears the door behind him open and close.

As he is about to turn, he is shoved forward from behind, chest crashing into the valves and pipes, kicking the wind from his lungs and bruising his ribs; an elbow in the back of his neck forces his cheek into the tile roughly and holds him in place. He coughs violently trying to regain air. Before he ever hears the voice in his ear, he knows exactly who it is attacking him.

"Oh, Lithuania. I didn't see you there friend. How are you today?" The hot breath, accompanied by the mock surprised and pleasant voice, caresses his ear lobe.

"Oh, you know, same as always. And how are you doing today Russia? Do you know where you're going for lunch, everyone should be out soon." Toris refuses to acknowledge fear or panic, instead he remains still and attempts to sound casual. The comment at the end would hopefully remind Ivan that time was not on his side.

"Hm, true enough," Ivan licks his lips, and his hands free hand moved down to Toris' hips, " To think, if I had just gotten here a little bit earlier I might have been able to...enjoy you." His hand creeps menacingly forward, fiddling with Toris' belt. As he loosens the clasp, he pulls free the tucked in shirt. Toris stood still, now wasn't the time to fight, he had to bide his time. Ivan's hand slowly creep over the smaller man's stomach. Toris' hand remained on the urinal trying keep his ribs from being broken under the full weight of both men.

"What? Did you expect me to cry and scream," the brunette murmurs.

"Ah, how could you ever think I would want that from you? I know how you really are. Remember, you and I were once lovers, and I've made very sure to leave you...a few tokens so that you never forget...our blissful time together," The Russian's hand moves along the hip to the scars on his back. "Remember? Hm? The night of our first consummation? You'were proud then too."

Toris could have easily allowed fear to win, but he was not such a man. He could have easily have begun to cry and begged to be let go, but he was not such a man. It would have been easy to have allowed this to happen to him, but those days or martyrdom were over.

"And I'm still proud. Because there is nothing you can do to me to take my pride. I'll never give you what you want from me. You don't own me. I don't belong to you, and it drives you mad doesn't it? " He deliberately delivers each word as statement of fact-coldly, calmly, controlled.

"Oh Lithie, all I have ever done is try to take care of you. You're such a naughty child, and what use do I have for naughty children?"

With that Ivan steps back, pulling Toris with him by the should and hair; they are drawn back, and the smaller man knows he must act.

The smaller man quickly draws his foot up and kicks off of the porcelain, knocking them both off balance. As they crash to the floor, the brunette elbows the larger man in the side. He pushes off and rolls away. Jumping to his feet, he runs quickly at the Russian and kicks him in the ribs and again in the groin. Ivan doubles over as a wave of nausea consumes him.

"Listen carefully to me, I won't say this again. You and I have nothing to speak of beyond business and professional relations. There is nothing we need to discuss regarding the past. You will never come near me again. Any conversation we need to have will be conducted from the other side of a table or phone line, because next time I will let you see my true spirit." Lithuania straightens his clothes with trembling hands, willing himself to take his time.

He then forces himself to walk to the sink and casually wash his hands, all the while eyeing Ivan through the glass. Ivan glares at him through the hair in his face and slowly sits up. By this point, Lithuania is drying his hands and next to the door.

"Well Russia I do hope you enjoy your lunch, and look forward to working with you professionally."

With that Toris leaves the restroom. If only he'd staid a moment longer he would have seen the grin creeping across the downed man's face.

[section 2]


Author Notes: GPN: sorry no food fight yet. I have to admit the first installment was a nonsense things I did to get back into writing. I haven't written for fun in years with work and all. Because so many people seemed interested in chapter 1 (which has been changed ) I decided to devote a litte more time and effort into this. That required research. I love research :)

Things we know about Lithuania from Hetalia

Lithuania is scared of Russia (About the fact that Russia's history is too scary)
America and Lithuania use to be housemates (Lithuania's Outsourcing Series)
Lithuania CAN be bad ass, but chooses not to be unless it is required (The Violent Su-san of Northern Europe Takes a Swing,What Happened After Tannenburg and Polish-Swedish Wars) Poland and
Lithuania may not have the most intimate of relationships (Poland and Lituania - While you were gone)

I present all this to say-most of this is information is before 1940. That was a long time ago, so let's talk about how Lithuania actually GETS to be a part of the world conference

Things you might not know about the REAL Lithuania.

The United States never recognized the forcible incorporation of Lithuania into the USSR and views the present Government of Lithuania as a legal continuation of the interwar republic. Even though they were technically under that state from 1940-1990. Furthermore, Lithuania representation in America continued even after the annexation—uninterrupted.
Lithuania has enjoyed most-favored-nation treatment with the United States since December 1991
Since 1992, the United States has committed more than $100 million in Lithuania to economic and political transformation and to humanitarian needs.
Lithuania concluded the treaty of friendship with Poland in April 1994. However, disagreements over Lithuania's implementation of the treaty have soured relations and cooperation on energy issues and Lithuania remains unconnected to the Polish electricity grid and the countries are not connected by an non-Russian controlled gas pipeline, as previous promises to do both have been stalled by the row over the friendship treaty.
In August 2009, Russian customs officers had imposed special customs on Lithuanian trucks, lining up more than 20 kilometres of trucks from the Lithuania.

In conclusion, this fic will incorporate some of these historical moments in order to establish the character of Lithuania, since Hetalia hasn't given me much to work with