"You are not being very nice to Lithuania here are you? Refusing care and running around naked!" Japan still had his towel on but the rest of his skin was exposed and covered in the sticky ointment. He instantly felt self conscious, not of the monster but of Lithuania standing a few feet away staring at him.

"I'm sorry." This was directed towards Lithuania but Russia took it as his own.

"Da, now then will you allow Lithuania to apply the bandages?" He sets Japan upright and places him back in front of Lithuania. Lithuania again leans in towards Japan. He takes the bandage in his hand and holds it against Japan's side, Japan clenches his jaw, Lithuania's other hand slides around his body- He couldn't take it, he punched Lithuania in the stomach and made a run for it, straight into Russia. He feels Russia's hard body under his coat and flails backwards, this time making it all the way to the floor.

He scrambles to his feet and tries to run, but Russia grabs his left arm and spins him around. He tries to wrench his arms free but Russia simply grabs his other arm and holds them high above his head so that his feet barely touch the ground. "You may continue now, Lithuania."

"Let go!" Japan tried to struggle but it only sent pain shooting through his arms.

"Go on, do not worry he will not be able to hit you this time." Russia raises Japan even further until his toes barely scraped the ground. He yelled in pain and frustration. Lithuania started to say something but one look at Russia and he began to cautiously approach Japan. He avoided Japan's eyes and began to apply the bandages. Japan did not fear his touch this time, he knew where Russia was, he was the one whose hands were tearing him apart. Lithuania went as fast as possible but it was not fast enough. His arms and sides were burning and his throat was hoarse from screaming. Lithuania quickly finished the bandages around Japan's top half. Russia finally lowered him back down to the ground. His arms were sore and he could not move them, not that he wanted to try. The pain of simply twitching his finger was enough to cause tears in his eyes.

Japan could feel the anger building up again, he tried to suppress it, trying to tell himself it only brought him pain. He rushed Lithuania who had just grabbed another roll of bandages. Lithuania fell backwards against the bed. Japan tried to doge around him but he was stopped by a strong arm around his midriff. He gasped as the breath was crushed out of him. His arms were white hot pain as they were squeezed to his side. He was lifted and carried back a few steps before being lowered back to the ground. He tried to wriggle free but the vodka scented man had all the control.

Lithuania was back on his feet and was walking back over towards Japan. Japan glared at him, unable to speak through his rage. Lithuania bent down and grabbed one of his legs.. Japan kicked his leg up as hard and fast as he could. His foot missed Lithuania by an inch. He would have hit the other nation if Russia had not jerked him to the side.

He felt cold breath on his ear as Russia whispered to him, "Now, now then, if you don't behave I'll have to punish you, now won't I?" He felt a tingle run down his spine. Japans face turns a bright red as Russia continues speaking right beside his head. "Good, now let Lithuania finish." Lithuania quickly grabs his leg again and starts wrapping it. Japan tries to ignore the feeling of his hands, his delicate fingers, running over the pale flesh of his leg. He had to force back the tears that were beginning in his eyes. He feels Lithuania finish his other leg and lower it back to the floor.

"I want to leave." Japan spat. Russia only laughed.

"Not so fast, there is still one bandage to place." Japan was confused, he was all wrapped up wasn't he? NO. He looked down at his towel and the long gashes coming up along his hips. He stared at Lithuania wide eyed, pleading. Lithuania looked scared, but apparently he was more frightened of Russia than Japan, because he kept coming. Japan watched as Lithuania's hand came towards him. In slow motion he grabbed Japan's towel...

Japan closes his eyes, he couldn't bare to keep them open. He fights back the tears but fails. He wanted to struggle, to kick and to bite- He wanted to HURT that man. Not he man slowly pulling off his last shred of dignity. No the monster of a man behind him, The man that held him captive and made those weaker do these things for him, so that he would not have to torture him alone... A large sob escaped when he felt his towel slide off. He focused on his hatred, because it kept him from thinking of what was happening. Lithuania's warm hands running over his hips, his thighs, his ass... He began to tremble from the build up of stress, anger, and... other factors. He wished it would stop. He wanted to cry and weep and scream and make Russia let go so he could crumple to the floor and just lie there.

Japan opened his eyes. The image had been to real, the touch too close... Lithuania had finished with the bandages and was now standing several feet away, near the bed. He hadn't noticed that he wasn't still... He could still feel it. The ghosts of fingers and hands running across his body.

He snapped himself back to reality. "Ivan, let go of me." The large nation still had a tight hold around his middle.

"You're gonna catch a cold with no clothes on you know! Lithuania I presume you have brought some?"

"Y-yes sir." Lithuania picked up the clothes and walked over. Japan cringed as he thought of how he must look, wrapped tight in Russia's arms, naked, shivering, tears streaming down his face... Japan's blank eyes continue to stare at Lithuania as he walks back over with the bundle in his arms.

"Aw, don't torture him Lithuania, though it is very fun, go ahead and put some clothes on him." Russia said this in a sickly sweet voice, as if talking to a small child, or a scared animal.

"No! D-don't touch me!" Japan's eyes snapped back into focus as he processed what Russia had said.

"Would you rather go to the meeting naked?" Japan was about to respond before he realized that Russia was threatening him. He was helpless as it was and Russia had the power to carry him to the meeting, clothed or not. Lithuania had stopped at Japan's outburst but now continued over, he set the clothes on the ground and pulled out a pair of boxers. Japan failed to stop the tears as they once again rolled down his cheeks. Lithuania managed to pull them up over Japans legs without touching the bandages r any exposed skin. After the boxers were on Lithuania looked a lot more comfortable with fitting Japans legs through a pair of pants and pulling them up over his hips. He hesitated only for a moment when he came to the zipper. After a moment he stood up with the shirt in his arms. He looked at Japan wrapped in Russia's arms, not sure what to do. Japan looked at his feet, afraid to meet his eyes, to show his red, tear streaked face.

Russia let go of Japan with one arm and grabbed the shirt. Japan tried to struggle but apparently one arm was all Russia needed. Russia managed to guide the shirt over Japan's head. He grabbed one arm and slid it in through the arm of the shirt. He switched arms and pulled the shirt the rest of the way down, feeding Japans other hand through. Russia stood there for a moment, still holding Japan. Why doesn't he just let go. Please, let go! Finally Russia does release him. But before he is even aware of his freedom Russia reaches out and grabs his left hand.

"What are you doing." Japan asked, finally regaining some form of sanity.

"We are going out to eat before the meeting and I do not want you to get lost!" With that Russia happily marches out of the room, dragging Japan with him.

"I'm not hungry!" Japan pants as he tries to keep from being dragged on his face by the larger man. If he even slightly lagged behind his arm would shoot bolts of pain down his sides and along his neck.

"You always say that but you are so skinny! I can see all your bones!" Japan looked down to see how the shirt hung off of him, he had lost weight? It had only been a few days hadn't it? Russia continued to drag him down the hall, ignorant of Japan's pain, finally they reached the entrance hall. Japan glanced at the doors leading outside, thinking of his home, and how far would he make it beyond those doors before he fell. "Lithuania! Grab my extra coat for Mr. Japan here, we do not want him freezing to death!"

"I'm fine." He did not know why he said it, maybe just to contradict the bigger nation. Because he knew he would not be fine out there, even with the coat. Lithuania walks over and drapes him in the coat. Japan fits his free hand through. Russia switches to Japan's right hand so he could finish putting on the coat. Lithuania fastened the clasps on the front. Russia squeezes Japan's hand as they walk out into the snow. The coat as too large and Japan felt swallowed in it, at least it was warm. He caught a whiff of vodka from the coat. He was trapped by Russia. Completely surrounded. He may only be holding his hand, but he had a complete hold of his mind...

Japan shivers. He stops thinking as they walk, concentrating on putting one foot in front of the other, a hard task in the deep snow. He looked up to see nothing but a swirling whiteness. Hsi eyes hurt from the brightness and the cold biting wind. Japan continues walking, but one of his feet doesn't. It seems to have decide it likes it better in the snow and wouldn't budge. He falls and is jerked by his arm. He yelps as the pain returns. Russia lifts him by the armpits and puts him back upright.

"Do not worry, we are not far now. Japan blinks and sees a faint yellow light through the snow. They continue to walk and Japan focused on that light, the tears freezing on his face. Finally they reached a small shack. The only indication of a restaurant was the delicious smell sneaking through the cracks around the windows and door. Russia opens the door and they are inside the restaurant. It had a nice homely look. Soft yellow light filled the small dining room. Russia led him over to a booth against the far wall. He picks up Japan and slides him over to the wall. He sits down next to him. Japan thought about saying something but he was too happy to be in such a nice warm place to complain.

A waitress soon arrived and Russia ordered. Japan barely paid attention and simply said to give him the same.

" I usually do not eat out because it is so expensive, but I decided today it would be a special treat." Japan looked stunned. A, special treat? Was he treating him? But why? He was spending money he probably could not afford to spend. His thoughts were cut short though when the food arrived. It all looked and smelled SO GOOD. HE focused on the food, not looking back at Russia until he was finished. But when he did he found the said nation staring at him.

"That was very good."

"You like it?" When Japan nodded he continued. "This is my favorite place not olny because it is close, but because it serves the best traditional food." He closed his eyes as if thinking of something. They snapped open again. "Oh! We must hurry! The meeting is soon and we have to get ready!" Russia got up then leaned back to Japan. Japan tried to scoot back but he was already against the wall. Russia picked him up and swung him onto his back. Japan had to throw his arms around his neck in order to stay upright. Japan's face is on fire and his cheeks flash a bright red. He would have told Russia to put him down, but the truth was that the walk there had drained all of his energy. He couldn not have walked back. So he contented himself with watching the snow whip through Russia's hair as they headed home.

When they enter the house Japan starts to relax. "Thank you." Russia ignored him and continued to carry him across the entrance to the stairs. Japan tightened his grip as he was carried up the grand staircase. The second floor was indeed more grand than the first, but also in a worse condition. The wallpaper was peeling and chunks of the ceiling, wall, and in one place the floor, were falling out. Or as Japan saw as they turned and started down another hallway, missing completely. Russia stops at a door ad uses his foot to push it open. The room looked as if it was once the master bedroom. But now all that remained was an old dresser, a desk, and a decrepit four poster bed. On one wall there were sliding doors that were open to revel a closet of musty looking suits on hangers. Russia set Japan down on the bed and walked over to the closet. Japan considered making a run for it, the door was open... But even if he made it, he would either be chased around Russia's house, or dead in the snow.

"Ah ha! This should work!" Russia spun around holding up a suit to Japan. Japan stared at it.

"I'm not wearing that."

"Do you want to where THAT?" Japan looks at himself, the pants he was wearing were way too long on him. They hung off of his hips and dragged on the floor. His shirt hung off of him, making him appear sick to the point of being a corpse. The coat he still had on though warm, was way to big. Not to mention it was very obviously Russia's.

"I prefer a kimono."

"Well unless you plan to walk across the tundra this is the only thing in your size, unless you would rather where a Russian military uniform." Russia continued to smile at him. I can't wear this, the other nations would know I was weak, but I can't wear the military uniform, they would know I am under Russia's control, but I certainly can't wear THAT!

"Fine, whatever." Japan attempted to appear uninterested, like it didn't matter wither way. He didn't think he was doing a very good job at it. Russia handed the suit to him. He waited a minute and then decided to go ahead and just change. He was considering asking Russia to leave, but he was just happy to be able to dress himself this time and didn't want to push it. Japan sighed and looked for a mirror.

"Sorry, there is only one mirror but it is very old. You can still use it if you would like." Russia pointed over to the wall beside the closet. There was indeed a mirror, and it was indeed old. The glass was clouded and it was cracked in several places, where it wasnt missing all together. But he was still able to catch himself in the reflection. He didn't look bad per say, but he stood out a lot more than he was usually comfortable with. It was an old suit, but it was still very nice and well kept. He looked good in it he supposed. Though the bright yellow still brought tears to his eyes.