A/N: Okay here's chapter two! Sorry it took so long, I had to fight off some plot bunnies. I like this chapter a lot, even though it isn't as intense as the first one. I hope you all enjoy it! Please R&R! ~BlackLaceBeauty
Four Leaf Clover
BlackLaceBeauty
Chapter Two
"I am Ivan Braginski, and you are mine now."
Those words echoed in Clover's ears as she fell deep into slumber. After the almost unbelievable events that had transpired at Germany's house just hours before. For the first time in a long time, Clover's dreams started off peacefully, beginning with flashbacks from her childhood.
In the first dream, Clover was four years old. She was in the backyard garden of the home she'd been born in. Clover sat in the soft grass as she let the light breeze ruffle the lace of the pink dress she wore. From behind her she heard the door leading out from the kitchen shut. Clover turned around to see her brother, two years her elder, coming towards her. Clover smiled as her brother sat down next to her. Her brother, with fair medium blonde hair and glasses to large for his young face, returned the smile with happiness in his blue brown eyes. Then, all too suddenly, he was gone, leaving Clover alone calling out,
"Eddy? Where'd you go? Eddy don't leave me!'
That dream faded away, leaving another in its place. In this dream, Clover was almost six. This dream moved faster than the last.
Clover again was near her home but this time in the dense corn field nearby. The smell of a dwindling fire filled the air. Through the stalks of corn Clover saw a tall, blonde young man with rather thick eyebrows assess the smoldering rubble from the edge of the property; quite near to where she sat.
"Bloody shame," the man had said. "I wonder if there were any survivors at all…"
That was a cruel reminder to Clover as to what she had just gone through. The fate that her parents had faced… The thought made Clover whimper as tears flooded her eyes. That was when the man, whose name was Arthur, found her. From there, Arthur took her in; taking her to live with him and his younger brother Alfred. That dream vanished, leaving Clover in dream number three. It was approximately two and a half weeks ago.
Clover had only been a hostage of Germany's for a few days. It was the day Germany's most effective, and Clover's least favorite, method of punishment was first used.
The chain that had bound her to the floor turned out to be more than just a restraint; it doubled as a hideous torture device. In a slew of anger, on one fateful day, Germany had whipped the chain at Clover. The chain, instead of hitting its target, Clover's face, slapped her across the throat. A violent patch of red marred her skin, which gave Germany his idea. Germany grabbed the chain and wrapped it around Clover's neck, choking her. This punishment left a horrid slew of chain-link bruises circling her throat. The process was repeated again and again and again…
"NO! Please stop! Please, I'll behave! Just get the chain off!" Clover screamed, bolting upright in the bed and startling Russia awake.
"Shh, Clover; what chains?" he cooed.
"The ones around my neck!" Clover yelped, surprised by the arms wrapping around her body.
"Little one, there are no chains around your neck," Russia soothed, frantically trying to calm the tiny blonde.
"Wha…?" Clover said as her hands flew to her throat. Then she realized that it had been a dream. Slowly she raised one hand to her mouth as Russia brushed back her hair from her neck, finally understanding where the masses of tiny bruises had come from.
The bruises, upon close inspection, resembled the tiny chain links that had caused them. Clover drew her hand away from her mouth and saw no blood; reassuring herself that that part of her life was now behind her. She was Russia's, Ivan's, now. The stress of it all brought more tears to Clover's eyes. Russia, wishing to eliminate the tears, cradled Clover against his chest. Once Clover had calmed down, Russia laid her back down on the bed; on her back this time. He too then lay back down, stretching his arm over her protectively. Finally, they both fell into dreamless slumber.
A weak ray of light woke Clover in the early morning hours. She also woke to an empty bed. Russia was nowhere to be seen. It took a moment for Clover to comprehend her situation. It was then Russia re-entered the bedroom. He seemed surprised to find Clover awake.
"Mr. Russia, sir, good morning," Clover said, hurrying out of the bed. "May I be of assistance?"
"Huh? Clover, what are you talking about? You do not need to be out of bed! You need rest!"
"You saved me from Germany, so I work for you know."
"No, sweet one," Russia said as he put Clover back into the bed. "I did not save you so you would work for me."
"Then why did you save me?" Clover asked as Russia fluffed her pillow.
"Because I like you. We have the Baltics to do work for us."
"Oh," Clover said for lack of other words. She thought she may have blushed, but hoped that if she did, Russia hadn't seen it. A dry cough erupted from Clover's chest.
"You are thirsty, da? I will get you water. Don't move."
Russia went into the bathroom and the sound of running water could be heard faintly. Then Russia was back besides Clover. He gently propped Clover up with one arm behind her shoulders and brought the glass to her lips. She cupped her hands around his, eager to drink the clear liquid that blissfully chilled her chest. Clover drained the cup along with the little energy she had gained from her short period of sleep. Her eyelids drooped, which Russia noticed immediately.
"Rest more, sweet Clover; let your wounds heal. I will be back later." Russia promised.
He covered Clover with the soft comforter then bent to kiss Clover on the cheek. Only his lips never met her cheek. Instead they found her lips, feeling the warm softness there. Clover lightly pressed her lips into Russia's, enjoying the compassion she felt. They both were surrounded by a blissful happiness. Lying back on the pillow, Clover let her eyelids fall as Russia left, relishing the memory of how he'd said "Because I like you" in his sweet accent. Those words, being replayed constantly in the front of her mind with his gentle smile as he had said it, lulled Clover back to sleep.
She awoke five hours later, after a steamy dream from which she let out breathy moans. Being asleep, Clover hadn't a clue that she had been heard from the outside.
~Outside the Master Bedroom~
"It sounds like someone is having fun in there!" A small blonde headed boy said with an ear against the wooden door.
"Latvia! What are you doing? What if Russia comes and finds us? Do you wish to be sent to prison?"
"Oh come on, Lithuania!" Latvia said. "Aren't you curious as to who's in there?"
"Not enough to die! But… she does sound entertained." Lithuania conceded.
A slam came from downstairs; someone had entered through the kitchen door. Lithuania and Latvia went into a fit of shakes. Terrified of what would happen if Russia found them eavesdropping on their boss's guest. They scrambled downstairs, only to find that their "brother", Estonia, had returned from the market.
"Did you both finish your duties?" Estonia asked.
"I finished but Latvia needs to finish cleaning the bathroom upstairs." Lithuania stated.
"Latvia, go finish! Do you not remember the last time a bath was left unclean?" Estonia prodded.
Grumbling, Latvia went to finish his chore while Lithuania helped Estonia put away the groceries. Back in the master bedroom, Clover awoke with a start from her dream.
~Inside the Master Bedroom~
"Whoa," Clover breathed as her eyes snapped open. She laid in bed as her dream replayed in her mind.
It had been the most erotic dream Clover had had in her almost twenty years. She had been absolutely nude, lying in a huge, downy soft canopy bed. The sheer white curtains had been tied to each wrought iron post, their unbounded ends fluttering in the breeze. The bed rested in a field surrounded by daffodils and sunflowers, the grass a lively green with full grown trees scattered around. Clover ran her fingers along the pure white silk sheets until her fingers felt something warm and soft. She turned her head and saw Russia lying there equally nude; his scarf was draped over the side post of the bed. He smiled at Clover and ran a hand through her hair.
"Ivan," Clover had moaned as Russia began to kiss her. He fondled her breasts before trailing his fingertips down between her legs. Once Clover began to rub his swollen hot member, it didn't take long for him to enter her; for them to both reach euphoria.
"I've never had a dream like that. Ever," Clover mumbled to herself as she returned to the present. Her shoulder began to throb painfully then, enough so to force her out of bed.
Clover got out of bed and noticed a prominent wetness between her legs. She was also quite sore down there. Clover knew immediately it was due to losing her virginity. She ambled into the bathroom, hoping a hot shower would soothe her pains. After removing the bandages Russia had so gently wrapped around her body, Clover scrubbed herself clean of any grime that remained from her time at Germany's house. The hot water soothed for a while, but it soon became apparent that she would need some sort of painkiller.
In the bedroom Clover found the bags that Germany had confiscated the day he captured her. From the part of the bag that she kept her pajamas in, Clover took a pair of sweatpants followed by a pair of panties and a green sweater. She thought about digging out her old hair dryer, the one she had gotten in America with Alfred, but then she remembered that it wouldn't work here.
"Stupid European electrical sockets," Clover grumbled before stalking back into the bathroom. Luckily, when she went to find another towel to dry her hair with, Clover found a hair dryer which had her hair fluffy dry in a matter of ten minutes. By then her shoulder was unbearably on fire with pain. Clover pulled open the door to the medicine cabinet hoping to find a bottle of aspirin. However, to her dismay, every bottle of medication was labeled in Russian, a language she knew none of. She needed someone to help her. Russia had said that the Baltics did work for him. Maybe she could find one and they could help her find a bottle of aspirin or some ice.
Carefully she opened the door and to her relief she saw a young boy, probably thirteen or so, coming from another room. Hopefully he spoke English.
"Excuse me," Clover called to the boy.
"Yes? Can I help you?"
"Thank God you speak English!" Clover rejoiced. "Could you perhaps help me find some aspirin or maybe some ice? My shoulder hurts very badly. Oh, I'm Clover, by the way."
"I'm Latvia and of course I'll help you! I'll show you to the kitchen and get you some ice. I'm sure Lithuania knows where the aspirin is."
"Thank you, Latvia."
As promised, Latvia gave Clover a cold compress that gave immediate relief to her pain. She met Lithuania, who provided a glass of water and two pain pills before promising to put an English label on the medicine bottles upstairs. They sat together at a small kitchen table and got to know each other. Estonia, who had been returning files to Russia's office, was confused by the cheerful chatter coming from the kitchen. He entered said room, surprised to see a young woman with hair the shade matching his. When Latvia and Lithuania greeted Estonia, Clover turned to do the same. Estonia was stunned. Her face, though more mature now, was so familiar; a face he'd always known.
"Cathrine?" Estonia asked.
Clover's face paled as she realized who was speaking to her. It had been years. Nearly fifteen years, as a matter of fact.
"Eduard? Eddy, is it really you?"
