(Ally's notes: thia story ends on this chapter... Sorry guys... I know you love this one... After all: I got to play Russia :D )

Stranger: Toris stood at the stove cooking breakfast early in the morning. He had woken up earlier due to setting his clock wrong. But he didn't mind. He saw it as an opportunity to get his chores done early. He had already done three loads of laundry and swept the entire house aside from Ivan's room. He had just started cooking the Russian breakfast a little tiredly. He was unaware of Ivan's presence, watching the Lithuanian man's every move.

You: Ivan smirked as he leaned agenist the door frame. The poor captured country was working so fast... It was strange to watch a servant work. The Russian watched him for a moment longer before sneaking up behind him and grabbing his shoulders. "What are you doing up this early Toris?" He asked as he looked over the poor guy's shoulders at the food.

Stranger: Toris gasped in surprise when he felt two large hands on his shoulders. He looked down at the food he cooked. "I-I set my alarm clock wrong. That's why, sir." he said, quiet and timidly. He carefully flipped the sizzling potato pancakes and tried to ignore the looming Russian.

You: "That's unfortunate. You should get your rest. We don't want you fainting on the job, da~?" He asked as he watched how his mustles moved. He gave his shoulders a slight squeeze before letting go.

Stranger: Toris let out a sigh once Ivan let go. He moved a few pancakes to a plate and got a bottle of vodka out. "I'll be alright, sir. I've worked on less sleep and energy." he said, placing the food and drink on the table along with silverware. He then went to go clean where he cooked.

You: Russia went and sat at the table, eating his food like it wasn't this early. A small smile coated his face as he ate the bland breakfast. He finished quickly like always and took what was left of the vodka to his room.

Stranger: Toris then started his daily chores. He then had to dust the whole house. He grabbed a feather duster and tied his hair in a loose ponytail, even though it still went in his eyes. He made sure not to break any of Ivan's glass figures or precious pictures. He picked one up that held everyone in he Soviet. He couldn't help but smile. They looked like a family. A scared, slightly messed up, family.

You: Loud footsteps upstairs signaled that Ivan was overhead. The Russian had a phone in his hand, talking to his boss. He eventually went to talk to Ukraine as to try and get the money she owed. She declined and hung up with a cry. He then told Latvia to do it and went back to his own set of 'chores'.

Stranger: Toris set the picture down and continued with his work. He blew a stray hair out of his face and dusted the rest of the room. He then went to the kitchen and took out allthe silverware. It was polishing day. Toris liked this day because no one ever bothered him while he did such a boring job. He would sing and hum to himself. Sometimes Feliks would call and he talk with him while he worked. He got a rag and started the task.

You: Ivan eventually came back downstairs, noticed Toris, then decided he would keep him company. He sat at the other end of the table and watched him work. Lithuania was his favorite. He always obeyed so he didn't have to punish him as often... He could bully him when he was feeling grumpy. Yep, he was his favorite out of the baltics. He sat there, with a small smile in his face, watching him work.

Stranger: Toris glanced over and saw his boss sit down. Damnit, now this job would be boring. He didn't like to show off his singing and Ivan hated Feliks, so there would be no talking to his best friend. So he sat in silence and polished, tapping his foot quietly while he worked.

You: "How does it work?" He asked before going to sit closer to him. Russia studied his hands, curious as to what he was doing to make it so shiny.

Stranger: Toris glanced over and showed him how the silver polish took all the grime and stains out of the forks, knives and other untensils. He made each one shine like a million diamonds. Toris never did his work half way. He would re do the whole thing if he made a mistake.

You: Ivan's eyes widened considerably as he watched him. "Amazing." He said as he looked between the dirty and the clean. He he picked up a polished one and marveled at the shine. "Good job Toris." He gave him a smile before getting up with the fork and leaving the room.

Stranger: Toris was happy to be praised. But he only nodded and didn't smile. He hardly smiled when he worked. He was confused when Ivan took the fork with him. He shrugged it off. Soon, he was making borsht for Ivan when it was lunch time. He was starting to feel waking up early taking it's toll. He yawned more an his eyes had dark circles. He pretended like he wasn't tired, but everyone saw right through it.

You: Estonia came in with more ingredients. "You really ought to take a nap or something." He said quietly so the big scary Russia couldn't hear. "I'll finish making his food. Go rest your eyes for a moment. It will do you some good."

Stranger: Toris only shook his head. "I'm not tired. I'll be alright." he said, smiling to reassure the blonde. He cared for the other two like they were little brothers. "Go finish your chores. Besides, I don't need Mr. Braginski getting angry because it was my fault I set my clock wrong last night." he said. He then skillfully tossed the rest of the ingredients in.

You: "I'm not sure that you would want to fall asleep in front of him though. Estonia went to set he table. "It might be hazardous to your health." He came back and went to open the fridge and get out a bottle of the same old drink.

Stranger: "I can handle it. I won't fall asleep. I'll staple my eyes open if I have to." he said, spooning some borsht into three bowls. He set two on the table for Eduard and Raivis. He set a tray of food for Ivan to take to his office.

You: "No." Ivan said into the phone as he sat on a couch. He liked his current trade route and didn't want it to change. If they did, it would skip his capital all together and that wasn't the best idea. He played with the end of his scarf as he talked into the phone.

Stranger: Toris walked into the living room and set the tray on the coffee table for his boss. "Sir, lunch is ready." he whispered as not to disturb him

You: Ivan nodded but then pat his hand onto the seat beside him. "Come here." He said out of the microphone. He reached for the vodka and took a sip.

Stranger: Toris was confused, but did as he was told. He sat exactly where Ivan patted and smooth out the cream-colored apron he wore once he sat down. He retied his ponytail. He didn't know why he did just cut it off. He tied it a bit higher and tighter than last time, making sure he got every piece of hair.

You: Ivan didn't say or do anything for a while. He just sipped and listened. He kept and eye on him as he held the phone to his ear. "Goodbye." He said cheerfully before ending the call. With his bad mood, he wanted to see how much little Lithuania was willing to follow his's master's orders. "Feed me."

Stranger: Toris was blinked a couple times. He needed to make sure his ears were working right. He snapped out of his daze and took the bowl. "Y-Yes, sir." he said, timidly. He took a small sized spoonful and blew on it gently to cool it down. He slowly and carefully fed the Russian.

You: So he would do that. Hmm... Ivan bit the spoon, held it for a second, then let it go, clean of food. "You would take over my country if given the chance da?" He asked as he leaned back into the couch.

Stranger: Toris was a little shocked by his question. "I-I...I honestly don't know. I-I wouldn't want to betray you, sir. You do protect me and my country. It would seem like mutiny if I did something like that." he said he took another spoonful and blew on it.

You: Do something wrong god dammit! "What would you do if I killed Latvia or Estonia?" He asked as his hands curled into fists. He needed an excuse to hurt him, but he couldn't find one. He couldn't find an excuse to hurt his favorite servant. All he needed was one misplaced word. Just one!

Stranger: Toris cringed at the idea of a dead Latvia and Estonia. He opened his eyes and started to feed the Russian. "I would be sad. I would mourn for them. But I am sworn by loyalty. There would be nothing I could do."

You: "And what if I threatened to kill you?" His anger was now showing in his voice. No one was this loyal to their master! No one! It didn't feel right! He eyes narrowed as he glared at him.

Stranger: Toris felt his hands shake. He heard the anger in his voice. He was sure he had done nothing wrong. So why did Ivan sound so frighting. He looked so happy when he showed him the polishing earlier! He closed his eyes so he wouldn't be frightened. "Nothing. There's nothing I could do. All I am is your lowly servant."

You: Russia scowled and knocked the spoon out of his hand before storming out. It didn't make sense! He was just willing to do whatever Ivan pleased?! What if he told him to commit sucide? Would he do that too?! Ivan knocked over a vase and several other things before he slammed his door shut, lockig himself in his room.

Stranger: Toris was shocked and confused at Ivan's behavior. Once Ivan was done throwing his tantrum, he grabbed a broom and started to clean his mess. He thought Ivan would be happy to know he would never betray him. And if it were possible, to always be by his side. Apparently, it didn't please him. Toris sang quietly while he cleaned because he was by himself. "I heard there was a secret chord that David played and it pleased the Lord, but you don't really care for music do you?" he started to sing with a sad tone.

You: Ivan paused as he heard the soft song. The only reason he heard it was because he was close enough to his room. He got closer to the door and was tempted to open it but he paused. The music was soothing to the ear...

Stranger: "Well it goes like this, the fourth the fifth. The minor fall, the major lift. The baffled king composing Hallelujah. Hallelujah, hallelujah. Hallelujah. Hallelujah..." he sang, sweeping to the tune. He loved this song even though it was sad and somber.

You: Pressing his ear to the door, he listened. He could swear he had heard it somewhere before but couldn't recall where. He sank to the floor as he listened. Since when could Toris sing?

Stranger: "Baby I've been here before, I know his room I've walked this floor, I used to live alone before I knew you. I've seen you flag on the marble arch. Love is not a victory march. It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah. Hallelujah, hallelujah. Hallelujah. Hallelujah..." he continued. He knew first hand love was cold. He had been used and played many times before. And when things did seem right, they only came out worse for him.

You: Ivan felt something stir in him and he moved to open the door. The lock jiggled a bit and he frowned. Now he would know he was there... Then he would stop wouldn't he? The Russian paused and listened.

Stranger: Torus thought he heard something and stopped for a moment. He turned to see if anyone was there. He deemed it safe and continued. "Maybe there's a God above, but all I've ever learned from love was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you. And it's not a cry you can hear at night. It's not somebody who's seen the light. It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah. Hallelujah, hallelujah. Hallelujah. Hallelujah."

You: He wanted to be closer and hear the voice. He finally racked up the nerve to open the door. Ivan snuck up on him and watched as he leaned agenist the wall. His voice echoed around the room, making it more beautiful.

Stranger: Toris paused his work and turned to see Ivan standing there. He saw that he had calmed down. That was a good sign. He continued his work, but stopped his singing. He always got nervous when he sang in front of people. He started to clean up the broken vase.

You: "Continue." Ivan commanded as he noticed how he had stopped. He watched for a moment before saying it again. "Con-tin-ue." He pronounced each part exactly, trying to get his point across.

Stranger: Toris wanted to continue. He mustered up his courage and chose a new song. "I'd give up forever to touch you. Cause I know that you feel me somehow. You're the closest to Heaventhat I'll ever be and I don't want to go home right now..." he sang, his voice a tiny bit softer.

You: He frowned and walked over to him. He took him by the arms and pinned him agenist the wall. "You know which on I was talking about Da?" He asked, his breath warm on Toris's skin.

Stranger: Toris gasped when he was pinned roughly to the wall. He shuddered when he felt his hot breath. "I-I apologize...I had finished that song, but I-I can sing it again if you like..." he suggested. He was fearful and worried Ivan might snap again. But this time, it would be the Lithuanian that he would break instead of a vase.

You: "Oh." He said with a frown as he looked away. "Then sing."!he said, looking back at him, pushing his arms to the wall with white knuckles.

Stranger: Toris bit back a whimper as he felt more pressure on his arms. He didn't dare to cry out or even let tears fall. He started to sing the beginning of the song again, a bit fearful

You: "No!" He growled. "Like before!" It sounded different. Why couldn't he sing like before when he was in front of Ivan? What was so scary about him? "You're doing it different!"

Stranger: "I-I'm sorry!" he said, a bit loudly due to the pain on his arms. He was pretty sure they were broken by now. He started to sing like before, pushing away all his fear. He had tried to please Ivan, but the Russian just made him so afraid, even if Toris did nothing wrong.

You: He scowled and took one of his arms twisting it backwards until a sickening crack was heard. "Why?! Why are you so sorry when I do things like this?! Why is it always your fault?!" He cried, shaking as he realized what he had done. Was this why people were scared? He was just doing what he though he should. Nothing was wrong with that... Right?

Stranger: Toris screamed in pain as his arm broke at the Russian's hands. "I-I'm sorry! I-I'm so sorry!" he cried out. Tears fell down his face. Was it his fault? It must be. He never once blamed Ivan, so it was the lithuanian's fault.

(This rp had to end because the partner didn't have an email.)