Corruption

Chapter 2

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"Appear weak when you are strong, and strong when you are weak." –Sun Tzu

11:38 AM, January 10 Warsaw, Poland

Lithuania's mouth involuntarily dropped open at the outlandishly glorious house before him. It was like a palace! Who exactly is this guy? Why would he be interested in someone like him? Nobody cared about him. He didn't deserve to reside in such a beautiful fortress.

"Do you, like, plan to just stand there in front of my house, like, gawking all day?" Poland laughed, cocking his left hip and planting a pink gloved hand on it. The brunette was broken out of his captivating trance. His deep azure eyes lowered, avoiding Poland's questioning emerald eyes. Stepping forward in the snow blanketed yard, Poland opened the black steel gate with remnants of ice coating it. "Come on," Poland beckoned the trembling Baltic nation to trail behind him excitedly. "I have so much that I want you to totally check out!" Lithuania's depressed expression never changed. He found it extremely impossible to even display a tiny smile.

Poland, from the very beginning and the short while that he had known him, was so full of buoyancy. It made Lithuania secretly covet that trait. It was the exact opposite of what he felt. Life was worthless. He believed very little in himself during his teenage life. Even before he was captured and abused beyond belief by the unmerciful hands of Russia, he always knew that he was a failure. He was insufficient and a burden. Russia was there to just remind him of how terrible his existence was.

It seemed like the blonde nation had noticed the dismal hovering in the icy winter air. The somewhat shorter country unlocked the front door in the awkward silence. Lithuania wrapped his arms around his body to warm himself from the enormous gust of wind that rolled by.

11:46 AM, January 10 Warsaw, Poland

"Just, like, chill out in my living room. I'll be right back, 'kay?" Poland smiled and pointed at a white leather couch. As soon as Lithuania started to walk forward hesitantly, Poland pivoted on his heels and departed the lukewarm blanketed living room. Poland's home had a convivial ambiance that Lithuania's shoulders relaxed to.

Inside of the vast kitchen, Poland busied himself and selected the necessary supplies to make a cup of his special tea. He would make it when the winter was harsh and unforgiving outside. The cross dresser tapped his pink socked right foot impatiently against the glistening marbled flooring and decided to attend to his new guest. Peeping out of the kitchen, the younger nation noticed the older nation hunched over on the couch. Poor thing looked miserable and was shivering.

Suddenly a notion popped into Poland's head, leaving the water in the tea kettle to boil, and almost rushed out of kitchen.

"I, like, know just what to get him," Poland sang sympathetically to himself, whirling around the corner and slipped into his lavish bedroom. Quickly tearing off the heated pink blanket from the queen sized bed, he hopped out of the shadowy bedroom with a bounce in his step.

As soon as Poland returned to the quiet living room, he realized that the brunette was curled up in a ball, shivering. A smile tugged at the blonde's expression and he chucked the heated pink blanket over Lithuania's trembling figure. He jolted at the sudden warmth, which Poland almost giggled at.

12:01 PM, January 10 Warsaw, Poland

Memories of Russia plagued his thoughts, causing him to shudder at all of the abuse. He hunched over, clutching his face full of fear. Russia was probably abusing his brother nations. He escaped the prison finally, but at the expense of Latvia and Estonia suffering. How selfish could he be? Lithuania squeezed his cobalt eyes shut, a frown scarring his features, and a shiver that would not leave him alone.

He heard distant footsteps approaching him and that amplified the nervousness that he previously felt. He imagined that it was Russia finding out where he was hiding. Lithuania almost released a cry of terror when a heated pink blanket crashed over his shuddering figure. He peeked out of the blanket cautiously at the smiling face of the nation who saved him. Neither had introduced themselves, which confused Lithuania. Maybe this guy was an abuser in disguise? Maybe he was just being genial in order to later attack him with some type of weapon.

Dark thoughts floated in his head, he curled up tighter and refused to glance at the warmhearted stranger in front of him. Just to emphasize how insecure he was, the pink blanket shielded his pain stricken face. He was filthy, damaged, and could not trust anyone. These were the times when he sought to commit suicide. Russia was right about something. He would never amount to anything in this cruel world. Never in this life time. He would be nothing but a nuisance to everyone.

Why was this stranger blanketing him?

Why?

12:19 PM, January 10 Warsaw, Poland

As if Poland was literally reading his thoughts, he rested his hands on both of his hips. "You were, like, totally shivering and I don't want to let my guest suffer." Poland laughed at the shy teenager's actions.

"I'm making you some tea. I hope you totally like it, because it's my special tea!" Poland crossed his arms across his chest with a small grin of carelessness. Lithuania refrained from talking like Japan, who only started a heated argument when the topic was delicious tuna and the depletion of it. Not even the thought of Japan as a black and white cat fussing over 'dericious tuna' could tickle his funny bone. Heaving a sigh of bitterness and worry, the brunette cowered back underneath the toasty pink blanket.

12:21 PM, January 10 Warsaw, Poland

Why won't this flamboyant person leave him alone? He does not deserve tea or hospitality. He does not deserve this toasty, addictive plush pink blanket or this heavenly white leather couch. Russia controlled him, even countries away. The open sores were slowly healing underneath the white cotton bandages that Estonia helped wrap him in. The adhesive area was starting to fray at the ends. Any minute and movement would cause the stinging sensation to return. He had to thank his smart brother, Estonia, for the usage of the medicated ointment. It numbed his injuries for a couple of hours. The soreness in his backside was tear jerking to endure but he was trained to hold in the pain.

He was weak but he had to show strength. Once he was strong enough, he would refuse to display that and instead fool the perpetrator with weakness. Vengeance was the main thing that was driving him to continue on with his miserable life. However, the craving to end all of the anguish and sorrow overruled the revenge.

"…Wh-Why?" Lithuania shuddered after whispering the vague one word question from under the comforting pink blanket. He could feel the confused emerald eyes gaze piercing through the thick blanket.

Poland's breath hitched at the sound of sniffles from underneath his blanket that he allowed Lithuania to shield himself from the cold. Poland's hand drew in towards the hem of the blanket and he barely moved it a centimeter. Lithuania jumped out of his skin and pink blanket at the innocent, non-threatening action. The two nations stared at each other for a split second before Lithuania cast his deep troubled blue eyes down to examine his pale hands. Being captive for over a month straight made his skin tone lighten.

"P-Please… I-I'm so s-sorry!" Lithuania cowered in utter fear when he watched Poland's pink gloved hand raise a few inches in the air. This was it. He was going to strike him for his outburst. He deserved it though, to be punished by this stranger, was his reasoning.

Poland froze up at the minor movement of his hand that caused a young adult to panic like that. Before any questions were asked or worries were voiced, the black tea kettle on the stove screamed like a victim being brutally murdered. The screech was very annoying to Poland but he was astonished by the brunette's reaction.

Lithuania immediately rushed under the pink blanket, trembling violently. His traumatic experiences were flooding back into his head. Poland stepped back nervously, confused by this entire ordeal, and vanished into the kitchen.

12:36 PM, January 10 Warsaw, Poland

Something was wrong with this picture. Poland pinched the knob on the stove, twisted it until he heard a click, and replaced the black steaming tea kettle on the chilled unused stove top. He twisted away from the calm yet boiling water and placed his supplies in his specific order. Even an impulsive person can have his own quirks. As he prepared the tea, his mind was distracted with the reaction that the older nation had in the living room earlier.

"Maybe a cup of my totally delicious tea will, like, erase whatever he has." Poland muttered, holding the snowy white porcelain china tea cups in his now gloveless smooth hands. He had removed them and placed them on the counter in the kitchen. With a soft sigh, he smiled briskly when he watched the nation slowly sit up with a wince. "My special tea is, like, the best. It's not like England's tea."

"Hey there, here is my special tea." Poland handed the quivering nation the cup of steaming tea and the quiver increased when their glided past each other. Poland tried his best not to notice this observation and eventually relaxed across from him on a beige leather recliner. Green eyes were scrutinizing the hesitant and trembling nation, watching every move he made.

Finally, the Baltic nation sipped the tea and, to Poland's excitement, perked up but refused to smile. He knew his tea was unbeatable. Not even Switzerland or any other country could complete against his magnificent special tea.

"So, like, what is your name?" Poland questioned, crossing one leg over the other and sipped on his refreshing hot tea carefully. The Baltic nation across from him did not make any eye contact. His mouth just opened slightly, hesitating before speaking.

"M-My… M-My name is…" The brunette was fearful of his consequences for speaking out loud, or rather whispering. "It's okay. I, like, totally understand that you are shy." Poland laughed in the traumatized brunette's face and sipped on his tea with a serene facial expression.

"L-Lith…uania…" Lithuania's soft shaky words were forced out reluctantly and he braced himself for a strike to the face. Poland made a soft sound of discovery and smiled at the cowering nation. The worried looking nation across from him was holding the tea cup just a little too tightly.

12:58 PM, January 10 Warsaw, Poland

Crash

The thunderous reverberation of glass shattered, sending Poland's special tea splashing and staining the snow white carpet below his feet. Oh no. He was in for it now. Tears clouded his frightened cobalt eyes as he winced at Poland's irritated expression. "I-I…" Lithuania started in unspeakable horror the moment Poland stood up with his steaming hot tea cup in hand. His green eyes softened at the petrified expression on the older nation's face. "You're, like, totally fine." Poland chuckled nervously, watching the heavy tears spill out of his eyes. Lithuania's hands darted out to collect the shattered pieces but Poland protested against his actions. Too late. Blood dripped from Lithuania's fingertips with shards of white porcelain glass latched on to his soft skin. Usually one would cry out in agony at the sensation of glass trapped in their fingertips. Poland sought to help him but Lithuania flinched away in fright.

"You're, like, bleeding!" Poland pointed out the obvious, trying to grasp Lithuania's jittery blood coated hands. "N-No… Pl-Please… do-don't…" Lithuania's restrained whimpers reached Poland's ears. The younger country hushed the panicking teen. "We need to, like, remove the glass. Come on, stand up, please." Poland's words were frantic and rushed in a hurry, tugging at the trembling nation's arm with some encouragement.

The pain he was experiencing now was far less excruciating than when he was in Russia's prison. He believed that he deserved the punishment for leaving behind his younger brothers at Russia's house. He knew that Russia would go and search for him. After all, he was unfortunately his favorite prisoner and play toy. A toy. That is what he was. Something that would have to endure all of the pain and suffering as the offender twisted, bit, punched, and slammed around without a care. He had no say in anything. His opinions did not matter. He was nothing but an inferior country.

The tap water burned as the blood was sucked down the drain along with the used running water. The pink water began to return to clear, notifying Poland that the bleeding had stopped for the most part. Carefully, Poland helped Lithuania sit on the closed toilet lid in the lavish bathroom. Poland knelt down before Lithuania and scooted in between his legs, grabbing both of his faintly glass stricken fingertips. Lithuania winced every time Poland removed a shard of glass. Green eyes met Lithuania's azure eyes for a short moment before the blonde went back to working on the removal of glass.

"You, like, totally scared me. I cannot stand the sight of blood…" Poland mumbled the last part as he moved onto the other hand. There was an awkward silence between the two nations as Poland's tweezers removed the last piece of glass from his left ring finger. Poland smiled, holding the wedding finger in his smaller hands. Instantly, he dropped Lithuania's hand, breaking out of his stupor, and stood up from his kneeling position. The pair of teary blue eyes looked up at the blonde's face from the toilet seat. "Hold up, I need to wrap your fingertips to prevent any blood from seeping out. That would be, like, totally gross if any more blood leaked out!" Poland shivered dramatically and whirled around to search through a cabinet to find a single box of Band-Aids.

Lithuania wanted to run away from this stranger. He didn't even know what his name was. Maybe he would introduce himself? The Baltic nation did not want to jeopardize his freedom. How did he know this was freedom? What if Russia informed this guy to take care of him, butter him up, and abuse him while he went away on his business trip? There were so many questions without answers swarming around in his distraught head.

Lithuania had to keep his guard up. He was weak but he wouldn't allow the younger nation view him as so and baby him. Or abuse him like Russia. Before Lithuania knew it, each of his fingertips was clad in tan bandages.

8:49 PM, January 10 Warsaw, Poland

"Are you sure you don't want anything to eat? Like, I can have one of my maids prepare you a five star meal." Poland convinced the Lithuanian to eat since he already looked like skin and bones. Staying at Poland's house would fatten him right up to a healthy weight. Lithuania, to Poland's pleasure, caved in and accepted the generous offer.

"What do you like to eat? Like, what do you want to eat?" Poland chuckled with a swift wink that Lithuania failed to see since his eyes were glued to the floor beneath his bare feet. "I-I… I don't know…" Lithuania flinched at the soreness in his back and buttocks as he leaned against the counter in the immaculate kitchen. Poland was observing him, which made him self-conscious about every move he made and every reaction that provoked him. Poland was on the verge of asking him what was wrong and why he was so sore, but refrained from it.

Poland placed his right hand on the marbled counter top, smiling confidently at the trembling nations. "How about we, like, eat some ice cream? What is your favorite flavor?" Lithuania glanced up and his deep captivating blue eyes met a pair of glistening emerald eyes. He held the gaze for about five seconds, the longest he had ever looked someone in the eye for as long as he could remember, and shadowed his slightly blushing face with a curtain of brown hair. Poland found it awkwardly cute at how shy this nation was. "Just let me know so I can, like, serve you some!" Poland pressed on, tapping his pink slipper against the marbled floor impatiently. Lithuania noticed this immediately and choked out a simple word.

"V-Vanilla."

"Like, wow! That is way cool, because that just happens to be my favorite ice cream flavor, too!" Poland shouted excitedly, which Lithuania recoiled at instead of remaining in his place. It was just the expression of excitement and the taller nation reacted in an extreme manner. Poland desperately craved to discover what was amiss, yet he was afraid of his impulsive action scaring the only person he ever considered something in his book, important.

Poland departed from the anxious teen in search for a carton of ice cream in his freezer. He found the black container of vanilla flavored ice cream, grabbed it quickly, and slammed the freezer door closed carelessly. The Lithuania cringed at the loud noise but Poland failed to even notice.

"Have you ever, like, tried a root beer float before?" Lithuania answered the question with a shake of his head. Poland's green eyes looked as if they would bulge out of their sockets. He inhaled dramatically, dashed over toward a cabinet with root beer soda stored inside, and started scooping out vanilla ice cream. Lithuania was nervous; he was not sure what was going on.

9:02 PM, January 10 Warsaw, Poland

"So, how is it?" Poland probed for an answer from the mute teenager sitting across from him in the living room. Lithuania squirmed uncomfortably on the sofa and Poland's happy expression dampened.

"Are you hurting? Here," Poland placed his root beer float drink down on the glass coffee table and stood up swiftly with his arm stretched out in front of him. "Take my hand." Lithuania placed his half full root beer drink down and held his hands up to shield his face.

Poland really didn't understand the message and tugged the shy teenager up to his feet.

"I know what you need. You, like, totally need a bath and a new wardrobe." How could he be so rude? Maybe that was just his character? But to say it in a carefree way… As if Lithuania enjoyed being insulted already. He knew it was too good to be true. He was no good for anyone. He was not good enough. He still remained inferior to the world. Lithuania felt like he would never meet anyone's high as the sky expectations.

Poland guided the limping Lithuanian down the hallway, past a couple of guest bedrooms, and at the end of the hallway was a crack open door. It was painted pink. Lithuania braced himself for the worst that was to come.

Inside of the bedroom was absolutely breathtaking. It was luxury at its finest. The walls were painted like a sunset and the beach. Dolphins were in the background, splashing the sea from their angelic yet rapid movements. His deep blue eyes pivoted towards the queen sized bed. The top blanket was designed with rye fields that just took you away to a peaceful day dream. A safe haven. The blankets had horses in the rye fields, running freely with the wind dancing in their manes. His eyes instantly scanned over the pink stuffed horse in question. Was this a little girl's bedroom?

The blonde shorter nation must have been psychic because after Lithuania thought that, he answered it right away.

"This is my bedroom. Totally cool, right?" Poland questioned instantly after he informed, in search for acceptance. Lithuania nodded cautiously with an exhausted sigh and the soreness in between his butt cheeks that felt like a bee sting. Poland smiled at the silent answer that Lithuania gave him.

After a pause of silence, Poland tugged Lithuania towards Poland's extravagant personal bathroom. It was remarkable. From the serene snow white ceiling to the marble tiling beneath his feet. Magnificent. The bathtub was created for two people. It was stunning and Lithuania felt like he shouldn't be here. It was not right! He left his brothers behind to live a luxurious lifestyle. How would they view him as an older brother?

"I'll, like, prepare you a bubble bath while you get undressed." Poland said distantly as he focused on pouring the bubble bath solution into the rushing warm water. The foamy bubbles in the white bathtub rose like Lithuania's anxiety levels. There was no way that he would allow another stranger to see him naked! That would risk so many things. Panic consumed him the minute Poland turned off the water and approached him with a small smile.

"Like, oh my gosh! We are, like, both guys. I have what you have… or I would assume you do…?" Poland sounded a little too curious for Lithuania's liking.

"I-I…" Lithuania started out in a nervous whisper and Poland leaned in to hear what he was saying. He was so soft spoken. Lithuania cleared his throat and fidgeted in his place as his frown deepened. "I… am sh-shy." Oh, how pathetic could he be? Russia would have struck him repeatedly with his crackling whip. Holding up his arms to shield his face, he tensed up at Poland's reaction. There was no reaction. Just footsteps walking away and his polish voice saying: "Ah… ok. That is totally understandable. Just let me know if you, like, need anything." Once the bathroom door shut, Lithuania winced in absolute pain all of his body. The bandages plummeted to the marbled floor, along with his tattered clothing and pride.

Cautiously, he hauled himself into the bubble filled tub and some of the foamy lukewarm water splashed over the edge. He panicked momentarily at the pink water from his blood but recovered as he lathered his body up in strawberry scented soap and hurried through washing his hair. The scent was mesmerizing to his nostrils. It was very calming. His mind was at ease for the time being.

That was ruined, however, when the opened scars on his back started to burn. Stinging tears brimmed up in his hardened blue eyes when he struggled to wash the dry blood away. He submerged his body into the bubbles when he heard Poland outside of the door. He didn't say anything and waltzed right in on the cowering nation in the bubble bath.

"Here are some clothes that you can, like, sleep in tonight. Like, is the water still warm?" Poland giggled after setting the clothing on the bathroom counter. Lithuania's body tensed up considerably as Poland advanced towards him. "N-N-No…" Lithuania sputtered out, submerging his body further from the pair of inquisitive jade eyes.

Poland's fingertips grazed the bubbles teasingly, "Oh, because I, like, totally wanted to join." Lithuania gulped at the sudden closeness. His personal space was being invaded. "Pl-Please… D-don't touch…" Lithuania groaned in agony as the reoccurring nightmares flashed in his head.

Splash

9:29 PM, January 10 Warsaw, Poland

"Okay, okay!" Poland laughed childishly, soaking wet from the vast amount of lukewarm foamy water that Lithuania frantically splashed at him. He watched as Lithuania's expression switched from terrified and anxious to apologetic and still anxious. The blonde waved it off as if it was no big deal. However, Lithuania appeared to amplify the situation more than it should have. He made a mountain out of a mole hill.

Poland scurried out of the bathroom, laughing jokingly at what had between them. He frowned as soon as the white bathroom door shut behind him. "Wow… I think I just totally fucked something up." Why was he worried though? He was just taking care of someone he found in need. Why did he rescue that country anyway? Why did he feel so adamant at the thought of visiting Moscow, Russia? A place he normally wouldn't chose but felt compelled to go. Was it fate? No, that sounded like a bad joke.

"Lithuania?" Poland called out from outside of the closed bathroom door. There was silence, which worried the blonde for some unknown reason. A couple of knocks will capture his attention, hopefully. And thankfully, it did.

"Y-Yes?" The voice sounded frightened as if he was guilty of something that Poland had just found out.

"Are you, like, okay in there?" The polish teenager asked curiously and placed his right hand on the doorknob. Before he could twist it open, Lithuania asked his own questions.

"Ex-Excuse me, b-but do y-you… have s-some bandages… th-that I can use?" Lithuania squeaked and splashed under the bubbles when the bathroom door swung open. That was the most that he had said in over a month. Poland was impressed to actually hear Lithuania speak since he had known him.

"Right here, but like, why do you need bandages? The cuts were not that bad, right?" The look on the Lithuanian's face told him otherwise. "Okay, I'll, like, set them on the counter and all." Then, with that said and done, Poland exited the bathroom once again. Now, it was time to play the wait game. He decided to get dressed in his silky pink night robe that was very short. He had his masculine styled clothing on all day and needed to release his feminine side. He removed his black fitted shirt in one fluid motion along with his army green trousers and blue boxer briefs. He hurried across the bedroom, snatched up a pair of hot pink boy shorts with red hearts designed on them and slipped those on with ease. Next, he pulled his arms through each long sleeve and tied the short silk robe in a perfect knot to keep it closed. But with an attractive guest here, he decided to loosen the tie just a notch.

Satisfied with the way he looked in the long mirror by his bedroom door, he fluttered back over to his queen sized bed and opened up the covers on both sides for Lithuania and himself.

At that exact moment, he heard Lithuania unplug the bathtub, because of that hair-raising sucking sound of the drain. It made him shiver every time.

9:46 PM, January 10 Warsaw, Poland

Lithuania winced in anguish as he wrapped the long white medical tape around his stomach and shoulders. He tried his best to mend the severe reopened scars on his back. It was so painful! The throbbing pain between his cheeks was no laughing matter. Russia had destroyed him inside and out.

Pulling the black boxers on was simple as can be, except when he bent forward too much and the soreness returned. Lithuania slipped the loose black night gown over his head and did not question anything at this point. A pair of fuzzy white socks was left on the counter top for his feet. A smile never visited his face. A normal person would have chuckled at the fuzzy white socks that looked like bunnies and the fact that they belonged to a guy. He picked up the tan wide tooth comb and combed through his neck length damp brown tresses and it felt relaxing. As if all of the stress melted away with each stroke. Shortly after, he located a new toothbrush and brushed away all of the grime and putrid smell that had resided on his taste buds.

Upon leaving the bathroom, his eyebrows knitted together with anxiety at the sight before him. There, on the lavish queen sized bed was the polish teenager dressed up like an attractive girl. Poland was holding his pink stuffed horse close to his chest and staring blankly at the sunset ocean theme painted bedroom wall. Lithuania's movements were cautious to avoid disturbing the zoned out blonde. He wanted to avoid any type of punishment if he accidentally frightened this country.

"You can, like, totally sleep with me tonight." Poland offered politely but both knew that Lithuania was going to sleep in here whether he liked it or not. The older nation nodded vaguely as he limped somewhat towards the right side of the four post queen sized bed.

Poland watched with suspicion but refused to voice his opinions, unless it was fashion. Then, he would shoot his mouth off about that topic.

"Wh-What is your… n-name?" Lithuania asked carefully before he crawled under the blankets. Poland rolled over to face him and smiled a pretty smile at his question. "My name is Poland! But you can, like, call me Polski or Pol! Yeah, like, totally call me Pol!"

It was too much for Lithuania. This friendliness, this graciousness, this person! Why? He didn't deserve to be here. These clothes were now tainted with his body. Russia would kill him if he ever found out. Depressive thoughts stabbed through his heart as he nodded nonchalantly at the flirty polish teenager.

He waited for the cross dressing blonde to turn on his side, facing away from his worry stricken face, but he remained in his place. His pink stuffed horse was tucked under his arm with subtle carefulness. Lithuania's deep blue eyes gazed at the opposite wall. He felt so exposed. His back full of hideous scars was concealed under the bandages and black night gown, but regardless, he felt beyond belief vulnerable.

"Good night, Lithuania." Poland mumbled before yawning and snuggling closer to his plush pink horse, Pony. Lithuania glanced over his shoulder for a split second, nodded uncertainly and curled up in a ball at the fearful night ahead.

2:48 AM, January 11 Warsaw, Poland

"Ngh…N-No…h-help…!" Lithuania tossed and turned violently, brushing his sore scarred back against the comfortable mattress. He bolted straight up from the warm pink blankets with wide sapphire eyes. His fists were tightened, making his knuckles whiten from the pressure.

The older teenager accidentally woke up a wide eyed polish teenager with a strangled pink pony. Poland leaned over to switch on his adorable small pink designed lamp to avoid too much light exposure to their dilated pupils.

"Wh-Whoa… Like, what's wrong?" Poland asked, utterly groggy and confused by the Lithuanian's previous actions. The Baltic nation trembled with tears stinging in his eyes. He was going to find him. He was going to murder him.

Violently shaking his head, the older nation shivered under the covers to hide his weakness from the concerned polish teen next to him. Poland reached out to unveil the quivering teen from the pink blankets, but it was fruitless.

1:09 AM, January 11 Warsaw, Poland

"Little Lithuania, you have disobeyed me, da?" Russia's intimidating lavender eyed stare at the cringing, blood coated, and naked body on the dusty attic floor. Lithuania pleaded for the Russian to stop and for someone to help him. "P-Please don't hurt me a-anymore!" The eldest Baltic nation screamed in agony at the pain that Russia was inflicting. Russia slowly pulled a jagged switchblade knife from his tan coat pocket. A pair of deep blue eyes was openly weeping heavy tears and his mouth opened to release a strangled scream. The jagged sharp knife penetrated his upper arm and was twisted. It was almost worse than being anal raped. "You left me!" Russia roared through that creepy innocent feigned façade.

Multiple torture toys were utilized during the punishment. Russia yanked the brunette to his wobbling feet by his hair. Roughly, he was shoved on to his hands and knees. Russia ripped open the pants zipper of his brown trousers and spanked Lithuania on his rear end with the whip. Before Lithuania could protest, Russia launched forward and missed. He missed his attack, because Lithuania swiftly jerked his body to the right. Growling in fury, Russia bruised his hips with his deadly fingers. "Don't move, little bitch!" The Lithuanian disobeyed, squirmed, and was assaulted once again with the whip.

"No! Please don't! Help me! Someone help me!" Lithuania screamed, feeling the huge head of Russia's shaft poke against his entrance.

Suddenly, the scene switch over to Poland, the teen he met today. Hope filled his soul at the angelic figure. "Oh no, Pol! Help me!" Lithuania begged for mercy, wriggling in Russia's robust hands. The blonde nation just stare without any emotions. Then, a smirk spread across his features and he opened his mouth. "Why should I, like, help you? You are, like, a total loser!" Lithuania's deep blue eyes widened in disbelief as Poland laughed at the scene before him.

"In fact, I might want to, like, invade you as well!" Poland grabbed his stomach at his laughter pains as Russia bellowed with a sinister laugh.


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