Ivan the great, Chapter 2
"Hello, Toris." Said Russia, as Lithuania opened the door. Toris just stared at the figure in the doorway, his mouth forming a small 'o', as all the color ran out of his face, leaving him white as a sheet. His mouth started to part even further, as his voice elevated, which caused a scream that could've been heard all around the world.
He tried, but failed, to run backwards, causing his foot to snag on the carpet, which sent him flying onto his back. While crawling backwards, he sent a small table and vas sprawling to the floor, which he tried to grab in an attempt to stand back up. Instead, he just crawled backward, through the glass, until he hit the wall, shaking violently.
Russia tried to console him, but Toris just kept screaming. Even when he cut his poor hands to ribbons when he crawled through the glass. Now he just sat there shaking, crying, and muttering unintelligible words to himself.
"Toris, please, look at me." Ivan cupped Toris's face in his palms, while kneeling in front of him, trying to get him to talk. But his eyes just darted around him, and his lips kept moving, but Ivan heard nothing coming out.
"You can't be real. You can't be. Your dead, for god's sake! Feliks told me so. He would never lie to me, right? Right?"
"Toris, look at me!"
Lithuania's eyes shot up to Ivan's, and Russia could see al the pain, sorrow, hurt, and shock that was contained within the green orbs.
"Toris, I'm not dead. I am right next to you, da? How could I be here if I where dead?"
"You could be a ghost come back to kill me, to take revenge." His words sent a shock of guilt through him. Did Toris really see him as a murderer?
"Nyet, Toris. I am here. I am not a ghost," Ivan picked up a piece of glass from where the remains of the vas sat, and cut a clean line across his palm, causing the crimson liquid to push through the surface of his skin. "Could a ghost bleed, Toris?" Toris stared at the blood on Russia's hand as it started to run, before whispering his answer.
"…No?"
"Nyet. It could not. Do you believe me now, Toris?
"…Yes." he said in a voice not much louder than a whisper.
"Good! Now, come, let's sit on the couch, da?
Toris's response was a slight shake of his head. Russia half drug half led him to the couch, before asking;
"Now, why did you think I was dead, Toris?"
"… Because Feliks told me so. There was even a note written in your handwriting, along with your scarf and a few metals."
"So that's where my scarf went…" He said quietly. 'the little bastard' he thought.
Lithuania continued to say," And I wished I would've died with you. I really did. The state I was in was close to death. The pain of loosing you, I… I almost didn't survive it." Toris could feel tears prick at the sides of his eyes, threatening to spill over. but he continued anyway.
" I was starving myself to death, Ivan. And if Feliks hadn't come over and forced me to eat, I probably would've been dead long ago."
Russia listened to Lithuania talk, and he could see he was about to cry. "So that was why you thought I had died. That bastard Feliks. I'll kill him!" Lithuania could see the dangerous dark aura he was giving off, and he started to shake again, naturally afraid of this man. Russia had started to get off the couch, his fists clenched in anger. Toris grabbed his sleeve, in some attempt to stop him. "Please, Ivan…" Toris let his lone words hang in the air, and finally, Russia sat back down. He then found Lithuania's hands, and began to lick them, in attempt to get all of the blood off of them. Toris tried to suppress a gasp, but was unsuccessful. After Ivan had gotten all of it of, even though he still had the taste of copper on his tongue, he dropped Toris's hands, and brought them to his face, cupping it gently before pulling him into a kiss. The kiss was so full of passion and hunger, that Ivan could barely stop himself from just ripping the close off the Lithuanian, and fucking him senseless . He pushed Lithuania onto the couch, a little too rough, but Toris let him. Ivan grabbed Toris's still bloody hand with his own, mixing his blood with the smaller nation. Lithuania moaned into the kiss, as he felt his pants get tighter. Russia's other hand began to lift Toris's shirt, letting his hand wander up and down the upper half of his body. Ivan was about to take his travels south, when there was a knock at the door.
When the door went unanswered, Poland took out his spare key,(He always had a spare key to all of Lithuania's houses on him.) and unlocked the door, with a faint click. "Hey, Liet! I forgot a box of mine, so I came here to get it-" Feliks cut himself off when he saw who was sitting on the couch. Russia had removed himself from Toris when he heard the door unlock, and was now sitting upright on the couch, giving Feliks one of his if-looks-could-kill looks. Poland just stood there, with his mouth hanging open, speechless. When he did speak, he said: "…Oh…My…God." And then he fainted.
It took both Ivan and Toris's strength to carry Feliks up the stairs, and up to the spare bedroom. Once there, they lay him down on the bed, and waited for him to wake up. Russia stole glances at Lithuania, and Lithuania did the same. They sat in awkward silence until Feliks began to wake up. "I-I'm just going to go… somewhere else, da." "Wai-" But before the words could leave his mouth, Ivan had already left, and was half way down the stairs. Toris turned his attention back to Feliks when he started twisting and turning in bed. With a small groan, he opened his eyes and looked at the man sitting next to his bed.
"Toris… Where am I?"
"Your at my house. You hit your head when you fainted. Does it still hurt?"Not really. But I had the strangest dream. I dreamt that Russia was sitting in your living room! Isn't that, like, really funny?"
"Feliks… That wasn't a dream."
Feliks's smile slowly turned into a frown, when he asked, "What…what do you mean?" Poland was confused. Very, very confused
"Russia is alive, Feliks. He showed up right after you left."
"…That… That can't be possible. I watched him die. I watched him die, Toris!"
"…Wait, what?" Now it was Lithuania's turn to be confused.
"Germany shot a bazooka almost directly at him. I didn't want to tell you. I thought it would make your…condition, worse."
"…Did they find the body?" It wasn't possible. It couldn't be. It was just another one of the U.N.'s lies. It had to be.
"No, they didn't. They just assumed his body was obliterated."
Lithuania sighed inwardly. Well, that explained it. The U.N. Probably just told Poland that he died, and he had believed it. He just needed to get Russia to come up to Poland's room to show him he hadn't died. Yes. That was it.
Poland watched as Lithuania got up from his chair, and started walking towards the door. "I'll be right back. Just wait her for a minute." Toris walked out the door, and Feliks just sighed and flopped back onto the bed. We wondered with what he did was the best way to tell him… no. He had to say it eventually. He closed his eyes, and drifted in and out of sleep for he rest of the night.
Toris walked downstairs to see Russia sitting in the window seat, staring out into the cold Lithuanian night. Toris walked over to him, and sat down, watching the fresh snowflakes fall to the ground.
"Toris?"
"Hmm?"
"Do you like it here in Lithuania?"
This was a question he wasn't expecting.
"Well, Yes, I suppose I do. I grew up here, and this was the place where my brothers and I lived for a short period of time. Sometimes, I wish they're still here with me." Russia looked at Lithuania. He had that glazed over look in his eye, Which sometimes occurs when people think about the past.
"…Did you really hate it when you where living at my home?" Asked Ivan
"Well…" He didn't know how to answer that question. He sometimes hated it, when the longing for his home in Lithuania was too strong to bear. But other times, when Ivan was happy, and not drunk, he loved being next to him, in that house.
"No, Ivan. I didn't hate it. There where some times that I loved it."
Ivan gave a content 'hmm and Toris laid his head on Ivan's shoulder. Russia, in return, Snaked his Arm around his small, frail body, and rested it on his hip, pulling him closer. It had been a long day for Lithuania. All the energy had been drained out of him, and he couldn't bear to keep his eyes open a moment longer. He fell asleep right there, content with the body heat of the Russian besides him. Little did they know that Poland had gotten out of bed, and was now standing at the top of the stairs, watching them. 'so, he is alive, then' he thought.
Russia picked up the sleeping Lithuanian, and carried him up the stairs, into his bedroom. Before he left the room, he pushed away a loose strand of hair from his forehead, and placed a small kiss on the smaller nation. When he walked out into the hallway, he saw Poland staring at him from the darkness of the guest bedroom. He smiled his sickening grin at him before walking towards him, and grabbing his neck, but before he could react, he squeezed.
"I'm dead, am I, Feliks? Does this feel like the grip of a dead man?" He was outraged. All the pain of the man he loved, could be traced back to this man. He even had him move out of the Russian's home. How was he going to persuade him to come back now? He squeezed harder, and he could see a small trickle of drool falling from his mouth to his chin. Poland let out a squeak of defeat, signaling that he was about to pass out. Russia quickly released him, knowing that if he caused any more pain to the smaller country, Toris would be very angry with him. And with Toris, his moods towards people where that of a beaten dog. It took a long time to gain his trust, and if you did him wrong, you would have to start all over again. He left Poland choking and coughing on the floor, and turned to the stairs, to go sleep on the couch.
Poland was terrified when the Russian turned to leave. If Russia hadn't decided to stop his attack, Poland would be dead right about now. He was wondering if he should tell Toris… No. He would be fine with ought him. Feliks just turned and drug himself back to the guest bedroom. He just hoped that Russia wouldn't come back in the night to finish him off.
The next morning, Poland left Lithuania's house with the box he originally had come to get. He waved goodbye from his car, and drove back to his country, worry nagging at his brain like a hungry mosquito. Should he go back? He didn't know if he should've left his friend with that…That lunatic! Poland sighed to himself. No. Lithuania could take care of himself… Right?
Back at his house, Lithuania was sleeping quietly, until an image popped into his brain, and he began to dream. He was standing in the battlefield in china, bombs going off around him, bodies laying in pools of blood, flies swarming their open wounds. He wrinkled his nose at the horrible stench of old blood, new blood, and dirt. He spotted Russia's scarf, fluttering in the wind, attached to a broken piece of bamboo. He then saw Russia not far away, his bloody pipe in hand, beating a poor Italian man senseless. He tried running towards him, but he couldn't move. "Rusija! Rusija!" He tried screaming, but his voice made no difference. He then watched in horror as Germany fired a giant bazooka, straight at Russia. But this time, Ivan did not make It out. Lithuania felt tears running down his face, as he watched Russia fly ten feat in the air, and come crashing down on his back, unmoving. Toris dropped to the ground, clutching Ivan's scarf. The next thing he knew, another Bazooka was flying towards him, and right before it hit, Toris woke up screaming, tears streaming down his face, and a cold sweat running down his spine. Russia came running in a second later.
"Litva! What's the matter?"
"I-This dream.. You died, and-"
"Shh- it's alright, Litva. It was just a dream. I'm right here. Toris allowed himself to be cradled by Russia. 'He's so warm, and he smells like sunflowers,' he thought. Russia was planting butterfly kisses on his forehead, his nose, his cheek, and finally, his mouth.
Heeeyy! Yeah, nothing really happened this time, but hey, that's life. But look at the bright side! Something almost happened! And something might happen next time. You'll just have to wait and see.
