A single chandelier swung on an odd angle, barely connected to the ceiling by a worn, brass chain. An electrical coil wove around it's once beautiful frame, lowering the lights in the hallway to eerily low lit dots.

It was an invention Ivan took pride in, it wasn't as marvelous as his countries other countless scientific leaps and bounds, but it was a creative way to impair his prey's vision so escape would be difficult. He often thought that way when he was bored, he came up with clever tricks and machines to trap his little Latvia and confine him to his personal chambers over and over again.

Eyes alight with anticipation, the Ruski walked down the hallway, hearing a faint whimpering ahead of him in the dark passageway. He was well aware that after he'd recaptured Latvia he'd attempt to escape again once Ivan had his back turned. Laying a trap in the darker areas of the hall was a convenient solution.

Earlier that evening he'd strung a barbed wire from one wall of the hallway to the other, set at Latvia's neck level. Then using a sturdy paint brush, coated the wire with a special solution, a gel aphrodisiac concocted from squared away laboratories back in Moscow. It was an ingenious substance, it worked when applied to any point of entry, and reacted fast, potent as ever. Ivan watched the gel congeal to the wire's form, and bent down as the gel began to drip, catching every droplet on his tongue, savoring the odd flavor.

Now, about 10 minutes had passed by since then, and in a careless attempt of escape, Latvia had connected with the trap, making it an absolute success for the Russian. Ivan smiled as he arrived at the location of the trap. Raivis was sprawled on the floor, a trembling hand clutching at the multiple lacerations weaving a collar-like impression around his neck. But not a drop of blood had escaped, the gel had made its entry first, coating the wound securely. His body shook in complete fear, his eyes wide as they set themselves on the sight of Ivan. He loomed over Latvia, a high pitched giggle rumbling from his large chest.

"Caught ourselves in a trap, have we?" Ivan couldn't stifle the joy in his voice. "You're in quite a predicament, da?"

Latvia's tears pooled upon his cheek, matted auburn hair barely hiding his despair and his pained expression. Ivan lifted him up from the floor gently this time, pressing him against his chest almost protectively, rocking back and forth like a mum nursing her cub. Turning towards his captive, Ivan leaned into the crook of Raivis's neck, hot breath tickling his skin as he spoke. "Tell me you're sorry for running away, Raivis." He murmured softly, lifting a gloved hand to stroke Latvia's neck. "Tell me you didn't mean to run from me." He grazed the wound ever so slightly, Raivis emitting a low sound in response.

Russia smiled at this, feeling a sinister impulse rise within him. He turned around, walking away from the dark end of the hallway, cradling the injured Latvia delicately. It was a rare sight, Russia's intimidating form emerging from the darkness, nursing little Latvia like he was a precious resource, not an expendable amusement.

Exiting the hallway, Russia entered the corridor to his personal chambers, locking the thick, metallic doors behind him, double-checking the locks were securely fastened. This was a routine he often carried out when meeting with his personal boss, he could never be too careful, what with Lithuania's constant gossiping to that insipid Poland, it was a necessary measure to be cautious.

As soon as the bolt locked, Ivan threw the semi-conscious Raivis roughly on to his rickety, worn bed.

"To fall prey to such an obvious trap…you must be ensnaring yourself on purpose, da?" Ivan smiled, grabbing the boy by his ankles none too gently, cuffing each leg to a bedpost.

"N-nn—nnnn-n.."

"N-n-n-n-yes you are." Ivan mocked the boy's impediment cheerfully, departing from the boy's side but for a moment, returning to the bedside with a blunt object, unidentifiable in the darkness.

"You crave the alone time we have together, don't you?" Ivan's stare bored into Latvia's, who was practically vibrating in fear. "You await my every opportunity to drag you into my private hell, da?" Ivan giggled, unfastening the boy's slacks, yanking them down to his ankles, exposing his milky white skin.

"N-nn—nnn-" Raivis whimpered, tears pouring down his cheeks, unable to utter a word.

"Really, Raivis. It's about time you've taken up Russian, after all, you'll be yet another proud part of Mother Russia soon enough!" Ivan chirped, gliding a gloved finger around the smooth skin on the navel of his prey, raising a shiver from the Latvian captive.

"N…never!" Raivis blurted, but immediately regretted it. He saw his tormentor's eyes flash dangerously, flinching in his vulnerable position.

Ivan's childlike innocence returned shortly, moving closer to Latvia. In a thin ray of light, Ivan became visible, brandishing a large, rusted metallic pole, and sporting a grin that scared Raivis more than the pole itself did.

"You would look socute speaking in my native tongue, you know." Ivan remarked, leaning close to Raivis, brushing away his sweat slicked hair. "Or…sucking on it.." Ivan breathed, pushing his lips upon Latvia's mouth, forcing his tongue deep inside. The Ruski's hand grazed down the Latvian, feeling the aphrodisiac's surefire influence, Raivis was fully erect, and his body was squirming at Ivan's mere touch.

The Ruski cupped the Latvian's balls gently, fingers straying up the shaft. Raivis moaned loudly in response, the aphrodisiac had him so aroused he wasn't sure how to cope with it. He rubbed himself against the Russian's hand, trying to relieve himself through friction alone, although he knew that wasn't likely.

Suddenly Ivan pulled back, now scrutinizing the rusted pole, holding it at more of an angle. Raivis's deep seated fear seemed to leap at his throat, well aware and dreading the Russian's next move.

"I hope you didn't think that was your punishment." Ivan smiled, pinching Raivis's blushing cheeks almost lovingly. "No, no. This is much more fun…for me at least." The Ruski remarked, eyeing the Latvian's erect member directly.

"But y-you were already d-doing s-stuff..." Raivis stammered, feeling tears pool in his eyes.

"Raivis, you know how this works, don't you?" Ivan smiled. "Sushchestvuet vsegda zatishʹe pered buryeĭ."

"What does that m-"

"Allow me to answer, my dear Raivis." Ivan interrupted, using one arm to lift the boy's waist up slightly, in his other hand, was the corroded, metallic pole.

"There is always calm before the storm." The Russian grinned maliciously, pushing the pole slowly into Raivis's entrance.